The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

In mid-August, DeWitt finally walked out of the basement. He first went to the bathroom on the first floor to tidy up his appearance and wash his greasy hair. After coming out, he ordered Mrs. White: "I will be your child after I get out.

, and call you with titles like 'mother'. Where is that old man?"

"He's still weeding outside," Mrs. White asked carefully, "Do you think..."

"Didn't he come in?" DeWitt couldn't remember clearly. So far, Old White was still useful, so he was a little concerned: "It seems that I didn't let him in - so how did I get food and accommodation these days?

?"

"I'll bring it to him," Mrs. White said more and more cautiously, "It lives in the barn."

"Is Diagon Alley far away? If it's not too far, let him drive us there."

Old White has an old pickup truck that has been used to haul fertilizers and transport livestock. It has poor shock absorption and is useless except for transportation.

"Is there a subway station? Let's just take the subway - that old thing won't look like an eyesore." DeWitt decided. He wore a thin coat to cope with today's not-so-beautiful weather, and was led by Mrs. White.

Make your way to Diagon Alley.

It was said that he was taking the subway, but in fact he still had to ask Old White to take him to the subway station. After that, DeWitt asked Old White to wait where he was. He never thought about Old White.

"We might have to go all day." Mrs. White was always soft-hearted, that was her nature.

"Oh, what does that have to do with it?" DeWitt didn't like this about her and asked indifferently.

Diagon Alley is the busiest street in the wizarding world. If you want to enter, you have to go through the Leaky Cauldron, which is only visible to wizards, and come to the dead end behind the bar. Use your wand to knock on a brick wall, and then the wall will

Open a way to Diagon Alley by yourself - under the guidance of Mrs. White, DeWitt directly mobilized his magic power to trigger the switch and open the door to Diagon Alley.

This place is indeed worthy of its status. It is probably equivalent to the only shopping mall in the city center, or a pedestrian street - because the cobblestone road is very narrow, and the shops on both sides rise and fall with the height of the road. DeWitt followed.

Mrs. White walked together, and their first stop was the wizard's bank, Gringotts.

The manager of Gringotts is not a human, but a short elf with a ferocious face. He has a big hook nose, sharp teeth and a big mouth. His skin color is dark, which makes people look disgusting, not to mention the eyes of this creature.

The cunning and greed that flashed from time to time only made DeWitt feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart when he saw it.

"How much money did you bring?" DeWitt asked: "How much wizard money can you exchange for?"

Mrs. White was confused again. She shook her head: "I don't know."

"Oh, how could I not know this..." DeWitt shook his head and sighed. He was obviously a child in his early ten years, but these actions were extremely old-fashioned, which made people feel a little contrasted and a little funny at the same time: "You go in and do it

Well, I'll wait outside, remember to be careful."

DeWitt was troubled by Mrs. White's crotch-stretching posture as always. He looked around at the goblins sitting on high stools behind the counter, trying to keep themselves high and looking down at the customers. One goblin in particular curled his lips when he saw DeWitt.

, looked away from him as if he were a pest, DeWitt became even more angry, and didn't want to stay any longer. They were just a group of waiters, how could they have the confidence to be so crazy? He thought irritably, sooner or later he would rob this place.<

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So far, DeWitt has extremely little understanding of the magical world, and Mrs. White can't explain it. She is just a fool, and she is disorganized when she doesn't have guidance. People can only feel sympathy for her - so weak.

An incompetent person must have suffered great hardship and humiliation to live to such an old age, right? So the kind-hearted DeWitt was too lazy to be harsh, even his irritable temper would only make him vent his anger elsewhere.<

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Simply walked out, DeWitt came to the crooked doorpost of Gringotts, and quietly stared at every wizard passing by. Most of the people here were wearing black robes, and a few were wearing ordinary clothes like him.

Clothes, he tried to judge the strength of wizards from their appearance, but found that he was unable to do anything. Everyone looked the same. So how did the gap between these wizards reflect?

With this thought in mind, Mrs. White walked out of Gringotts. She held the money bag tightly on her abdomen and looked around, fearing that others would see the edge of the money bag.

"How much is it?" DeWitt was not comfortable commenting on Mrs. White's appearance. After all, he had told her to be careful. He forced himself to ignore this and asked as calmly as possible.

"A lot," Mrs. White estimated that as soon as she heard it, she forgot the specific number: "About... probably..."

The money bag was heavy, and the wealth it represented was really satisfying. DeWitt opened the bag and looked inside, and found that there was indeed a lot of money.

"Then what happens next..."

"Next, let's go buy groceries - clothes, crucibles, books..." DeWitt took out the list he wrote yesterday and said, "Finally, go to the bookstore."