Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 120 Ordinary Daily Life in Diagon Alley
Harry sat on the bed for a long, long time, holding the wall absently. The sky outside the window changed from a deep blue to a cold iron gray, and then slowly turned into streaks of pink gold.

Harry just couldn't accept the fact that he was going to be forced to stay at the Leaky Cauldron.

"What a weird day," he said, yawning.

He fell asleep on the pillow without even taking his eyes off.

It had taken Harry several days to get used to his new life - a strange new freedom in a way that he had never had before, even though he had less fun than at the Weasleys.

Eat when you want, sleep when you want.

Harry had no doubt that if he stayed here for half a year, he would definitely become as fat as Dudley—the son of his uncle and aunt, a little chubby.

Although his range of activities is only in Diagon Alley.

But this long cobbled street was lined with some of the most fascinating wizarding shops in the world, so Harry didn't want to break his promise to Fudge and go back into the Muggle world.

Harry ate breakfast every morning at the Leaky Cauldron, where he liked to observe the other residents.

Tom woke up the thinking Harry with his toothless smile and a cup of hot tea, "There was once a wizard like you, oh, that was last year, and you both liked to sit in the bar and think."

"Huh?" Harry looked at Tom suspiciously. In just a few days of contact, he had already fully understood Tom—well, he knew that Tom was a boss who looked fierce but was very 'kind' in his heart.

"Hera, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Tom picked up a rag and wiped the empty wine glass beside him. He couldn't help wiping the glass when he was free, which had been his habit for many years.

"I still remember at that time, he had Quirrell, two young talents, who lived in the bar for nearly two months at once." Tom sighed and continued, "Poor Quirrell, I have heard some rumors about him before, he was not like that before."

"Oh, maybe it is." Harry took a sip of hot tea, he didn't agree with his boss Tom.

"Listen to me, I know that children nowadays may have a bad impression of him, but he's just a poor man." Tom sighed quietly, seeing that Harry disagreed with this, he interrupted the topic tactfully.

"You may be right." Harry drank his hot tea in one gulp and jumped off the high chair at the bar. "Today I want to go around Diagon Alley, thank you for your hospitality."

"Look at something." Tom cheerfully waved the rag to say goodbye to Harry. Harry turned his head and smiled at him, watching something fall from the rag and into Old Tom's mouth.

Harry took his wand to the backyard, tapped the third block from the left above the trash can, and stepped back to look at the archway that opened in the wall to Diagon Alley.

Harry spent his long summer days shopping and eating under the brightly colored umbrellas outside the coffee shop, where his fellow diners exhibited each other's purchases, or
Discuss the Sirius Black case.

Harry found out that he was not very good at managing money at all, and that once he filled his purse with galleons, silver Sickles, and copper Knuts, he kept spending it all by accident.

He had to keep reminding himself that he had six more years at Hogwarts, and he couldn't spend all the money his parents had left him.

However, Harry still has the most exciting things in his favorite store, the Quidditch Boutique.

It had been a week since he had been at the Leaky Cauldron.

At that time, there were many people crowded there to watch, and Harry was curious, so he squeezed in.He huddled among the excited witches and wizards, knowing that he saw on a newly erected plinth a broom, absolutely the most astonishingly beautiful broom he had ever seen in his life.

Well, apart from the school's sweeping series and comet series, he has only seen his own Nimbus 2000, that's all.

"Just came out. Sample broom," a square-jawed wizard told his companion.

"That's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Daddy?" asked his father shrilly from a boy younger than Harry, who was dangling from his father's arm.

"Not really." Before the man finished speaking, the shopkeeper suddenly came out and said loudly: "The Irish international team just ordered seven of these beautiful brooms! This product is the darling of the World Cup!"

A tall witch ahead of Harry walked away so he could read the instructions next to the broom, but he was clearly more concerned with the conversation between the father and son.

Why did he feel that such a beautiful broom that had just come out was not the fastest broom in the world?
"York, you have to be clear that the newest is not the best. Some new ones may not perform as well as the old ones. Look at this broom. Although its appearance is perfect, the store has never praised its performance. It just keeps emphasizing how beautiful it is."

The boy nodded half-understanding and scratched his father's chin.

"So, our family's one-star sweep is not out of date, York, let's go home and practice Quidditch, okay?" The wizard led the boy away.

Harry felt a bit ironic, because he thought the man had some profound insights, but he turned out to be fooling his son.

Harry leaned forward and tried to read the instructions next to the broom.

Nimbus 2001
This flying broom represents the highest level of craftsmanship of the Light Wheel Company, and its handle is exquisitely made of ash wood. The price is negotiable.

Harry suddenly felt that his Nimbus 2000 was pretty good, and its upgraded version 2001 didn't look so beautiful.

He wondered if the Galleons his parents had left him in Gringotts would hold up to his fuss, and besides, what would it be like to ask the Dursleys for money for books?
Harry didn't know, and he hoped he never, never would.

Harry's footsteps just stayed in front of the window, and he didn't take that step.But after that, he went to that shop almost every day, just to see the broomstick.

until today
He had barely reached the window when he saw a figure he would never mistake coming out of the shop—Draco Malfoy, and his father.

They also have platinum-blond hair, pale oval faces, and cold gray-blue eyes. Even when they walk, they look extremely arrogant.

Harry hated them very much, hated their proud, arrogant personality.

He preferred the Weasleys, where he felt at home for the first time.

(End of this chapter)