Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Even if they guessed that Lu Wei was guarding the only remaining magic stone in the world, Andre and the others couldn't do anything.

Whether it is Snape or Quirrell, the two suspects are professors at the school.

No one would believe the words of a few first-year wizards, not even Hagrid.

So in the following days, Harry always observed Snape's actions and prepared to catch him.Although it was not until the Christmas holidays that Harry noticed nothing unusual about Snape.

Yes, Harry still doubted Snape, even though Andre and Hermione repeatedly emphasized that it was Quirrell who cursed him during the Quidditch match.

But prejudice always blinds a person's eyes.

But in general, from November to mid-December, there were no other accidents such as trolls in Hogwarts, and they successfully spent a peaceful period of time.

Two weeks before the holiday, Professor McGonagall started registering the Christmas detention list.

Harry obviously didn't want to go back to Privet Drive for the holidays, that place was like another Azkaban to him and would suck all the happiness out of him.

But most of the first-year students were not prepared to stay in school, and Andre also changed his plans because of the mysterious letter from France.

Fortunately, Ron had to spend the holidays with Harry at school because his parents were going to Romania to visit their second son, Charlie.

This at least kept Harry from being too lonely.

And Andre is still having a headache about how to get to France, knowing that he is a gangster without identification.This might not be a big deal in the wizarding world, but it's different in the Muggle world.

He was unable to take a plane to Paris through normal channels, and the existence of Zongsi also prevented him from using magic to get on the plane. He had little choice but to go to Diagon Alley to buy the door key to the set location.

But from what he knew from his time working at the Leaky Cauldron, a portkey for international travel cost at least thirty galleons.

And his total property is only forty gold galleons. Even if he sells the fresh food he found in the Forbidden Forest, it will not be enough for the round trip.

He could only hope that the inheritance waiting for him to inherit would be enough to pay for his return to the UK. Andre still had high hopes for this.

After all, Gringotts could send a special letter to notify him of the wealth he would inherit, so he wouldn't even have twenty gold galleons, right?

Out of such optimistic thoughts, Andre and Hermione boarded the Hogwarts Express bound for London.

After getting off at platform nine and three-quarters, they passed through the concealing wall and emerged at King's Station.

Hermione's parents were waiting for her at the exit. Before the holidays, she had asked an owl to deliver a letter to her family. Although there was no telephone, it was obviously a way of contacting her.

"Dad, Mom!" Hermione trotted up to hug her parents, and then introduced them to both parties: "These are my parents, and this is Andrei Ivanov, my friend."

"Oh, hello! Mr. Ivanov." Mr. Granger seemed to be a decent British gentleman. Even though he was curious about how his 11-year-old daughter could be with a tall boy, he was still polite. reached out his hand.

Andre shook hands with Hermione's father and said, "Just call me Andre. Nice to meet you, Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger. Hermione and I are very good friends. She He took good care of me when I was at school.”

"Oh, this..."

Andre saw that the couple had no desire to talk to him in depth, so he said wisely: "I have some things to do and need to go to Diagon Alley, so I won't disturb you. Goodbye Hermione, goodbye Granger." Sir and Madam!”

"Oh, of course, bye!"

After Andre walked away alone, Mr. Granger asked his daughter: "Why did you take the train with a senior boy?"

Hermione pouted and said: "Hey, Dad, Andre is not a senior student. He is just a little taller. He is 11 years old like me."

Mr. Granger was surprised: "Okay, then this child's height is really..."

"By the way, didn't his parents come to pick him up? How could they safely let a child go to a place like Diagon Alley? I mean, the people there are not very friendly."

He remembered what happened when he sent Hermione to Diagon Alley to buy books and magical equipment in July. It was obviously not a pleasant afternoon. The wizarding world has always been somewhat discriminatory against Muggles.

"Oh, Andre is an orphan." Hermione looked a little depressed: "He will be working at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley this summer."

At this moment, even Mrs. Granger frowned: "Oh, my God! How could they allow an 11-year-old child to work in a bar?"

"Well, you just saw Andre's height. Not many people would think that he is only 11 years old." Hermione defended. She didn't want her mother to have a bad impression of the wizarding world. She had previously tried to convince her parents to let him go. She put a lot of effort into going to Hogwarts by herself.

"Okay, but I still have to say that this is not what a civilized society should do. Don't you wizards even have an orphanage?"

"Well, I don't know much about this." Hermione muttered and prevaricated. She didn't want to tell her parents that Andre had been hanging out with gangs in the neighborhood before entering Hogwarts. Although she didn't know why, she subconsciously did so. Done.

On the other side, Andre took the subway and came to the Leaky Cauldron. Fortunately, he still had a few Muggle change on him, otherwise he would have had to walk here.

"Hey, Andre, are you on vacation?" Tom, the bar owner, saw Andre walking in. He greeted him warmly: "You don't want to come to work with me anymore, do you? That's not possible. I I can't accept an 11-year-old working for me. The Ministry of Magic will get me into trouble because you lied to me for so long this summer."

"Hey, Tom, I'm sorry, you know I have nowhere to go at that time." Andre said apologetically: "I came to Diagon Alley to do something, and by the way, you know where to find the person who sells the door key. What? I have to go to Paris, France."

"Go to Paris?" Tom had a very good impression of Andre. He was a diligent young man. If he hadn't told him in September that he was a freshman at Hogwarts and was going to school, Tom would never have let him go. He left, especially since Andre's salary was only twenty gold galleons.

"Yes, a relative of mine contacted me and asked me to go to France for Christmas." Andre told a little lie.

"Do you have any relatives? I always thought you were an orphan. After all, you got a job from me to support yourself when you were only 11 years old." Tom said with some suspicion: "Don't be deceived by some dark wizards, Andre. There are always some scum who like to do something with the little wizard’s body.”

"Don't worry, Tom, you know me," Andre smiled and shook his head: "The dark wizard can't fool me."

"Okay," Tom thought for a moment, then took out a piece of paper and wrote an address to Andre: "You can't find anyone selling cross-border door keys in Diagon Alley. Unless you go to Port Key Apply to the office, otherwise no one will dare to sell it openly, and you have to go to Knockturn Alley."