Wizards of Hogwarts

A week later.

On an unknown street in London, there are ordinary yellow brick houses from the Victorian era, which have stood quietly on this street for nearly a hundred years.

At this time, with a crackling sound, Newt, carrying a suitcase in his hand, apparated with Elrohir and appeared out of thin air on this empty street.

After nearly a week, the two finally successfully arrived at the Port of London on the Atlantic side, and then used Apparition to get here.

Then, led by Newt, Elrohir walked towards an ordinary-looking apartment building.

This is Newt's home.

"Tsk, tsk, I originally thought that wizards like Newt would live in deep mountains and old forests." Looking at the scenery of the surrounding streets, Elrohir was amazed, "After all, you like magical animals so much, and you also like to be outside. Activity."

"Unlike New York, private breeding of magical creatures is allowed here in London." Newt showed a faint smile and opened the door that had been dusty for a long time. "And the spatial location is not a problem. The traceless stretch spell plus the weather spell, It is enough to create the living environment needed by most magical animals." Then, he couldn't help but make a wisecrack, "Besides, I am a wizard, not a savage."

Perhaps because he hadn't been back for too long, the whole room seemed empty and silent, without the slightest smell of human habitation.

However, Elrohir could still tell that this was once a very simple bachelor's residence.

While looking at the layout of the house, Elrohir asked: "What are you going to do next?"

New turned on an old desk lamp, and the bright yellow light immediately came on.

"First go to the Ministry of Magic to report, and then go to Diagon Alley." He said casually, "Diagon Alley is our wizarding trading street in the UK."

"Oh," Elrohir nodded, "The British Ministry of Magic is equivalent to the Magical Congress of the United States, right? It's also in London."

"Yes, both answers are," Newt said. "The headquarters of the Ministry of Magic is located underground in Whitehall, central London. Whitehall is an avenue in Westminster."

Elrohir asked: "How to get there and apparate?"

Newt said: "I usually Apparate, but there are also many wizards who use floo powder and floo network. As far as I know, there is a non-magical way to get to the Ministry of Magic, but I have not used it." "

Elrohir nodded. Floo powder and Floo network are a special way of travel for wizards and wizards. There is a book in Newt's box that introduces this information. You only need to use the fireplace to complete it.

It’s an amazing way to travel, and it’s also quite advanced.

In fact, Elrohir still had a big question in her heart, but she just didn't say it out loud.

That's why the Ministry of Magic in Britain and the United States has one in London and one in New York.

Aren't these wizards the most particular about the international law of secrecy? Wouldn't it be better to set up the Ministry of Magic in a deserted mountain and old forest?

London is indeed the capital of Great Britain, and New York is also a financial center that has become increasingly famous in recent years, but don't wizards and Muggles rarely communicate with each other?

For wizards, setting up the center of magical power in a bustling metropolis where ordinary people live would do more harm than good after all.

Because of the lack of sufficient understanding, Elrohir planned to explore this aspect of information on her own later. It would not be a good idea to bother Newt all the time.

"If you still have any questions, let's talk tomorrow." Newt picked up his suitcase and shook it. "I'm going to check the magical animals in these boxes and get some rest early."

The night passed quickly.

the next morning.

When Elrohir walked out of the room after washing, Newt had already left for the Ministry of Magic. There was a simple breakfast on the table, which was slightly steaming.

The weather in London is much colder than that in New York. It's not that the temperature is low, but that the cold is a kind of dampness, which can be called a "magic attack."

By the time Elrohir finished breakfast, Newt had just returned from the Ministry of Magic.

"How is the matter?" Elrohir asked casually. In his opinion, there was no problem at all in reporting the matter back to his country.

Unexpectedly, Newt's expression was a little ugly.

The Immigration Bureau of the Ministry of Magic quickly registered his return to the country, but at the same time, it also issued an "exit ban order" to him on the grounds that it "caused huge damage to the American wizarding community and almost caused the complete exposure of the wizarding world." .

It was a strange reason for Newt to feel upset.

Fortunately, this kind of "exit ban order" can be canceled by application, but it still affects my mood.

Shaking his head and throwing those unpleasant thoughts out of his mind, Newt said to Elrohir: "Are you ready to go to Diagon Alley and see it?"

"It's what I asked for." Elrohir showed a gentle smile.

The Leaky Cauldron is the name of this dirty, small and shabby bar.

Elrohir's first impression of this bar, which was very famous in the British wizarding world, was very bad. It was too dark and dirty, even worse than the Blind Pig Bar in New York.

The quality of the customers was better than that of the Blind Pig Bar, at least none of their faces were on the wanted poster printed on the notice board.Several old wizards with wrinkled skin sat in the corner smoking pipes and puffing away smoke. Next to them lay a middle-aged wizard with a red face and drunkenness. On the other side were several other wizards wearing black robes. guests are having breakfast.

Since it was relatively early, the Leaky Cauldron seemed a little quiet.

The bar owner Tom is a short young man with rough skin and messy, thick short brown hair.When Voldemort first came to Diagon Alley in 1938, Boss Tom was already working at the Leaky Cauldron and was also the owner. It wouldn't matter if it was earlier.

When Newt and Elrohir appeared in the Leaky Cauldron, Boss Tom was behind the counter wiping wine glasses with a black rag whose age was unclear.

"Would you like anything, guest?" Boss Tom asked.

Newt didn't answer, but just shook his head at him. Naturally, Elrohir was not in the mood to stay in this dirty bar for a while longer.

"Where is this new-faced gentleman?" Boss Tom asked again. He seemed to know Newt, but was a little curious about Elrohir.

"No, thank you." Elrohir waved his hand respectfully.

Newt led Elrohir across the bar and to the small walled patio. There was nothing here except a large green trash can and some weeds.

"Is Diagon Alley here?" Elrohir asked.

"Yes." Newt smiled mysteriously. He took out his wand and counted the wall tiles on the trash can.

"Count three pieces up, count two pieces horizontally, and knock three times."

The gray stone brick where the tip of Newt's wand struck suddenly began to shake and began to move to both sides. A small hole appeared in the middle of the brick wall, and the hole became larger and larger.

Not long after, an archway wide enough for two people to pass side by side appeared, leading to a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley."