Soaring at Hogwarts

Haydn decided to drive to London.

The couple sat in the front, and the little Professor Flitwick and two children sat in the back.

Although Samantha wanted to sit with the professor and chat, Ian instinctively asked her and Flitwick to sit on either side of the window and buckle up - he sat in the middle without a seatbelt.

Samantha got her acceptance letter, opened it eagerly, and then focused on the second page of letter paper.

"Robes, pointed hat, gloves..." Samantha read these curiously, imagining what she would look like after becoming a wizard.

"'You can carry an owl or a cat or a toad', Professor Flitwick, what does this mean?" Samantha's face was mixed with curiosity and disgust. Cats and owls are fine, but what the hell is a toad? ?

"Oh, these are pets. Children like owls and cats more," Flitwick explained. "Cats are very popular, and owls can help deliver letters. As for toads, they were quite popular when I was in school. We will Use toads to experiment with potions.”

Flitwick shrugged: "Of course, children don't choose toads these days."

"I see," Samantha requested, "Mom, can I have an owl?"

"As long as you promise to write to us more often," Cloris said with a smile.

"Of course!"

Although they were separated from Ian, Samantha still had a great time chatting with Professor Flitwick along the way.

"Hogwarts has four houses, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Each house has its own characteristics." Flitwick said with a smile, "By the way, Mention, I am the dean of Ravenclaw House, and you are most welcome to come to Ravenclaw."

Samantha asked eagerly: "So how do I get into Ravenclaw?"

"Oh, it's a secret," Flitwick decided to keep it a secret according to the tradition of the wizarding world. "You'll find out when you get to Hogwarts."

It would be a while before Hogwarts started, but London would be here soon, and Surrey was so close that half an hour's drive was enough.

"Charing Cross, we're here."

Ian and Samantha discovered that Haydn and Cloris turned a blind eye to the shabby bar in front of them.

"The entrance to the Wizarding World is just ahead," Flitwick directed. "We have to enter Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron, and the Leaky Cauldron has been enchanted to make it invisible to Muggles, so, children, hold on to your hands. Parents’ hands.”

The Heseltines were brought into the Leaky Cauldron and frowned as they looked at the dirty, small bar that suddenly appeared in front of them.

Cloris said politely: "Well, this bar is very... medieval."

It's like it hasn't been cleaned since the Middle Ages.

The owner of the bar, Tom, came over and listened to her words and said proudly: "Yes, the Leaky Cauldron has been here since the early [-]th century."

He shook hands with Professor Flitwick: "Good morning, Professor Flitwick, another new student?"

"Yes, Tom."

"Then I won't delay you. Come over for a drink when you're done."

"Thank you very much, let's go first."

Many wizards stood up and greeted Flitwick along the way. After all, he was a professor at Hogwarts, and Flitwick might have taught them.Even the Heseltines were welcomed.

"Remember," they walked to the brick wall of the patio, "starting from the trash can, count three pieces upward, and then count two pieces horizontally."

Flitwick placed his wand on the special brick: "Then, tap three times."

The ancient stone bricks creaked, making people worry for a moment that the walls would collapse.However, this worry passed away in a flash, and everyone was quickly attracted by the scene behind the archway.

Professor Flitwick opened his arms: "Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

The buzz is first and the place is as lively as a flea market.

Most people walked down the street wearing robes and peaked or flat hats, holding wands, strange flowers, or ice cream.

The first thing that caught the eye was the Patchi Crucible Shop. A stack of crucibles shone in the sun, and a sign hung above it, which read: Copper - Brass - Pewter - Silver Crucibles. , complete models, automatic stirring - foldable.

Ian looked at the magical world curiously, and the family looked at it as they walked, wishing they had eight eyes.

There is a strange-smelling potion shop, a Quidditch boutique selling broomsticks, a babbling owl shop full of owls, and a Wizeek magic supplies shop with astrology charts and lunar instruments...

"Mom, Owl!" Samantha tugged on the hem of Cloris's clothes, while Ian couldn't walk in front of Wieseacre's Magical Supplies Store and Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

"We will come again," Cloris held the hands of the two children. "Now go to the bank and let's exchange some wizard currency."

"Oh!" Samantha had already noticed the golden, silver, and green coins in those people's hands.

"Gold Galleons, Silver Sickles and Bronze Knuts are the currencies used by wizards. 1 Galleons is equal to 17 Sickles, 1 Sickle is equal to 29 Knuts, and 493 Knuts are equal to one Galleons." Flitwick said. They introduced the wizarding world, "Gringotts is the only wizarding bank in the UK, run by goblins, where it can save money and keep the valuables of wizards and witches.

Of course, there is also the exchange business of Muggle currency and magical currency. The goblins will put the exchanged Muggle currency back into the circulation field of Muggle society. "

Walking along the north side of Diagon Alley, everyone soon came to a tall, white marble building.

"As expected of a bank..." Haydn sighed in a low voice.

Just like the banks in the Muggle world, it is a gold-eating beast and looks rich.

A white stone staircase led to two shiny bronze doors. Next to the doors stood a goblin in a scarlet and gold uniform. The family glanced at it quickly, and then withdrew their gaze restrainedly.

Passing through the inner hall behind the bronze door, you come to the second door, which is made of silver and has a row of poems engraved on it:

"Come in, stranger, but be careful

What is the end of insatiable greed,

Blindly ask for, get for nothing,

will be severely punished,

So if you want to take it from our underground vault

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned,

Be careful not to bring treasures, but evil rewards. "

The two goblins bowed to them and led them into the tall marble hall.

A lively and orderly scene appeared in front of us: hundreds of goblins were sitting on high stools behind a row of long counters. Some of them were weighing coins with copper scales, and some were inspecting gems with eyepieces. An entry was made hastily in the ledger.

There are countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many fairies are guiding people coming and going in and out of these doors.

Professor Flitwick walked ahead, leading them to the counter.

"Good morning, Gornuk."

"Good morning, Flitwick," the goblin employee looked at the family behind Professor Flitwick, "New student at Hogwarts? Exchange Muggle currency?"

"Yes, thanks for your hard work."

Gornuk grunted: "Please."

At this time, she could look at the goblins openly. Samantha felt that Professor Flitwick and the goblins were a bit similar, but her good tutoring prevented her from speaking rashly.

Cloris stepped forward, and Haydn looked curiously at the goblins at work.

Not long after, Cloris turned around with a bag of coins: "Okay, I think these are enough for us."

"Well," Haydn picked out ten galleons and divided them between the two children. "Children, go pick out a souvenir for yourself. Remember not to go too far and don't conflict with others. After you have bought it, come to the Leaky Cauldron. , okay?"

Samantha squealed in surprise, grabbed Ian's hand and ran outside.

"Professor Flitwick, thank you for your hard work. How about we go have a drink together?" After the two children left, Haydn invited Professor Flitwick and prepared to talk to him about some adult matters.