Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"Take the subway..." Jerry muttered, "I thought it would be a more magical way-"

"Oh, Jerry, those methods may not suit you very well." Dumbledore looked him up and down.

"The broomstick requires at least twenty hours of study before it can be used. There is no fireplace connected to the floo network here. As for the Apparition and the Knight Bus-" Dumbledore looked sad, "You won't like that. kind of way."

At the subway station, Dumbledore took out some pounds from his pocket and skillfully bought two tickets.

Five minutes later, they got on the subway, and people around them kept staring at them.

A man like Dumbledore attracted quite a lot of attention wherever he went.

However, modern society is obviously more tolerant of all kinds of fancy clothes, at least you don’t have to worry about attracting onlookers.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the platform in central London. Jerry followed Dumbledore through the bustling crowd, passing bookstores, record stores, cinemas, and finally stopped in front of a dirty, narrow pub.

"This is it," said Dumbledore. "The Leaky Cauldron, a pretty famous place."

The appearance of this bar clearly did not match its reputation. It was dark and dirty, and Jerry felt that he would definitely not be able to eat any of the food sold here.

Perhaps because it was daytime, the bar seemed quite deserted. In the corner, a few old ladies were drinking sherry from small glasses. In another corner, a guy covered in a cloak sat there with several dishes in front of him. Small bottles filled with liquids of different colors.

After Jerry followed Dumbledore into the tavern, the surroundings instantly became silent.

When he looked again, all the small bottles in front of the cloaked man had disappeared.

The bar owner who was standing at the counter wiping a glass put down his glass and came over.

"Oh, my God, look who's here." He looked Dumbledore up and down, his old face smiling like a daisy.

"Dumbledore, I'm a rare visitor. It's been a long time since I've seen you here! As usual, a bottle of mead?"

People around him all looked over. An old witch screamed excitedly and disappeared behind the chair. Her companions waved to him.

"I'm afraid not today, Tom." Dumbledore shook his head, "I have to take Mr. Yodel to buy his school supplies."

"Oh, okay." Tom looked quite disappointed, and he set his sights on Jerry, who was following Dumbledore.

"Hey, kid, let me guess what's so great about you. I remember that our principal hasn't been there to welcome new students for a long time..."

The bar owner stretched out his hand to pat Jerry on the shoulder, but the moment Jerry looked over, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took his hand back.

'If you dare to touch me with your dirty hands, I will kill you! '

From the young man's eyes, Old Tom clearly read the above meaning.

Seeing the young man follow Dumbledore across the bar and to the backyard, Old Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Where did Dumbledore find such a terrible young man..." He muttered and returned to the bar, continuing to clean the wine glass that seemed to never be cleaned.

……

Seeing the bar owner in front of him suddenly retracting his hand, Jerry let out a long sigh of relief.

The other party's hands were covered with suspicious black stains, and there was also a pungent smell of alcohol.Jerry felt that if he was touched by that hand, his clothes could be thrown away.

After that, the boss looked timid.

It seems that he also realized that his hands should be washed long ago.

How can people in the catering industry not pay attention to hygiene?Jerry thought he could talk to his boss sometime.

Anyway, he will live here until school starts.

While he was still thinking about his business plan, Dumbledore stopped in front of a wall.

Under the wall was a trash can and a few weeds. Dumbledore turned to look at Jerry and reminded: "Remember my actions."

He counted the wall tiles on top of the trash can: "Three tiles up, two tiles across - ok, Jerry, stand back."

He tapped his wand three times on the wall.

The brick he knocked on shook and turned into a small hole.

The opening of the cave grew larger and larger, and soon a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," said Dumbledore.

Although he had seen it in movies before, when he actually stood here, the shock of what he saw in front of him was far inferior to that in movies.

The crucible seller, the herbal seller, the broomstick seller, the pet seller... Jerry wished he had one more eye to see everything in front of him.

"We should buy a wand first." Dumbledore took out a piece of parchment and compared it with the list on it.

He took Jerry to a small and shabby store. The gold-lettered sign on the door had fallen off, and it read: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 380 BC.

There was nothing in the store except a chair, surrounded by long, narrow boxes stacked high to the ceiling.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.

An old man appeared out of nowhere, startling Jerry.

Dumbledore said hello quite calmly: "Good afternoon, Garrick."

"Oh, Albus, long time no see." Mr. Ollivander did not tell the material of every wizard's wand he saw as he was accustomed to do.

Given Dumbledore's age, it was probably the elder Ollivander who was in charge of the shop when he bought the wand.

"I brought this kid here to buy a wand." Dumbledore pushed Jerry, "His name is Jerry Yoder."

"Hello." Jerry greeted.

"Oh, hello." Mr. Ollivander looked at Jerry carefully, his eyes almost coming to his face. "There must be something extraordinary about the child brought by Dumbledore himself..."

He took out a tape measure with silver graduations from his pocket: "Mr. Yoder, which arm do you use to use your wand?"

"Right hand," Jerry said.

While the measuring tape was busy around Jerry, Mr. Ollivander removed a large number of long boxes from the surrounding area.

Jerry couldn't see the use of measuring body data - when the tape measure flew back to its owner, he stuffed it back into his pocket without even looking at it.

"Walnut and unicorn hair, ten feet long, very strong - give it a try."

Jerry took the wand and felt it tremble in his hand.

'Let's get some special effects. ' As he thought this, he felt something inside his body being injected into the wand.

The wand twitched suddenly and violently, then became motionless.

Mr. Ollivander took back his wand distressedly: "Don't be so rough!"

He carefully observed the wand in his hand with an ugly expression: "The wand's spirituality has disappeared."