The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

"Little Rolf, let your grandpa accompany you to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies today," Tina suggested while pouring milk for Rolf at the dinner table.

Newt seemed to be afraid that Rolf would think too much, so he immediately continued: "Your Aunt Queenie is arriving today, and your grandma has to wait for her at home. You can't let your guests wait alone for too long, right?"

Aunt Queenie?He was a little frightened when he thought of his aunt with short hair, who was still full of energy even though she was almost 90 years old.

Because all his thoughts were invisible in front of this great aunt, he suspected countless times that his identity as a reborn person had been exposed.

The most frightening thing is that she is not only a master of Legilimency, but also studied psychology at the suggestion of Uncle Jacob to cover up her gift of magic.

Rolf turned to look at Grandpa Theseus, who had been staying at his home for almost a week, and then thought of Aunt Queenie, who was about to be sliced ​​and studied by some big guys, and wanted to light a candle for her.

But for some reason, he was still a little excited when he thought that Aunt Queenie was going to be sliced ​​and studied.

"Just buy whatever you want, and I'll give you some Galleons in a minute. Don't worry about your grandpa's opinion!"

Grandpa Theseus, who was eating bread, saw Rolf looking at him and said generously.

I don't know why, but Rolf always feels that the atmosphere is very strange. It seems that the big bosses are avoiding something?

Could it be that they deliberately sacrificed themselves?And then let his grandfather, who also has little presence in terms of magic, accompany him?

Rolf pretended not to understand anything and nodded, saying it was okay, and politely thanked Grandpa Theseus for the generous gift.

I originally thought that grandpa would take me to apparate there, but instead he stuffed a handful of Floo powder into his hand and said, "Watch my demonstration. If you don't understand anything, just ask your grandma."

After saying that, he ignored Rolf, walked into the fireplace, said Diagon Alley and disappeared with a pop.

Since I have never awakened my magic power, my grandparents have never taken me to Diagon Alley or other wizard markets, so I have never had the opportunity to use the Floo Network.

Rolf secretly thought that this kind of floo network is a civilian magic teleportation array. This time he can finally experience the unique transportation method in the wizarding world.

"You must clearly state the name of the place you are going to, child," Tina warned Rolf. "Also, be sure not to take the wrong door when you come out..."

"You know, there are many kinds of magic fire, and you have to choose correctly, but as long as you speak clearly..." Before Tina's explanation ended, Grandpa Theseus interrupted,

"He will be fine, Tina, don't be nervous." It seems... he is eager to engage in their unknown experimental research?

"Okay, little Rolf, remember, as soon as you walk into the fireplace, tell where you are going." Tina warned, "Keep your elbows clamped! Keep your eyes closed tightly, otherwise you may be fascinated by the cinders." Eye"

Rolf nodded to show that he understood, then held the handful of Floo powder tightly and walked to the flame.

He took a deep breath, walked into the fireplace like his grandfather, and scattered the powder around.

Needless to say, this way of traveling looks very dirty. Rolf’s user experience is extremely poor. He feels that what he should do more is to hold his breath to avoid choking on himself by inhaling cinders.

He felt a flame burning like hot wind. He opened his mouth, and sure enough, he immediately took a big puff of hot cigarette ashes. His worries came true...

"Diagon Alley." He said while coughing while holding back the choking ash.Rolf felt as if he had been sucked into a huge drum washing machine.

His body seemed to be spinning rapidly, and the whistling in his ears was deafening. He desperately tried to open his eyes, but the swirling green flames made him feel dizzy.

Suddenly something hard seemed to hit his elbow. He quickly clamped his arms tightly for fear of being hurt, but his body kept turning and turning.

Then there seemed to be a cold hand slapping his cheek. He squinted and saw a series of furnace doors flashing past vaguely.

He could vaguely see the room outside the fireplace, and the breakfast he had just eaten was still churning in his stomach. If he had known that Floo Network was such an experience, he wouldn't have eaten so much just now.

He quickly closed his eyes and prayed that the washing machine would stop quickly, because he felt like he was about to vomit.

His prayer came true, and when he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, he fell face first onto the cold stone ground.

Rolf didn't feel well. He was dizzy, his skin was bruised, and he was covered in soot.

He climbed up carefully and saw that he was covered in soot. When he was still thinking about what to do, Newt, who had taken the first step, came over and supported him.

"How's it going, little Rolf, are you okay?"

It was not good, it was really not good at all, but Rolf didn't dare to open his mouth for fear of accidentally vomiting out all his breakfast.

He shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and then saw his grandfather leading him out of the fireplace.

Although Rolf had long heard about the filthiness and smallness of the Leaky Cauldron, he still felt a little disgusted when he saw it with his own eyes.

As a famous attraction that is a must-visit place for Internet celebrities, it is too dark and dirty here.

Rolf looked around and carefully looked at the Leaky Cauldron, the connection point between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

There were a few customers sitting sparsely inside, and a bar owner with almost all his hair, who looked like a shriveled walnut, was pouring drinks for the customers in front of the bar.

When the bar owner saw Newt, he greeted him enthusiastically and loudly: "Good day, Mr. Scamander, would you like a glass of butterbeer?"

"No, today I have to take my grandson to buy supplies for Hogwarts." Newt patted Rolf on the shoulder and introduced to the boss.

"Rolf, this is Tom Abbott, you can call him Mr. Abbott. This is my grandson, Rolf Scamander."

Looking at Hannah's father, who was known to be tough, he was a little worried about the hair of his future classmate Hannah Abbott.

"Hello, Mr. Aibo, nice to meet you." Rolf greeted the boss Aibo politely.

Afterwards, the old man and the young man walked across the bar and came to a small patio surrounded by walls. Apart from a brick wall, a trash can and a few empty wine barrels, there were only a few weeds surviving strongly.

Newt took out his wand and whispered, "Count three pieces up and two pieces across the way. Okay, little Rolf, stand back." Then he saw his grandfather tapping the wall with the wand. Three times.

Rolf watched his grandfather's movements, but thought in his heart, how did he find the first wall brick?

I saw that the brick that my grandfather had knocked just started to shake, and then began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became bigger and bigger.

Not long after, a wide archway wide enough for an adult to pass appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

"Welcome," Newt said happily, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

Grandpa pulled Rolf along the archway. When he turned sideways and looked back, the archway that was originally wide suddenly narrowed after the two people passed by, and then slowly and automatically became The original solid wall.