A certain Hogwarts wizard

"Crackling."

Following two explosions, a tall, white-haired old man with a serious face, and Abby, who had just been called by Cornit to call his grandfather back, appeared in the room.

The tall, white-haired old man's original serious face turned into a loving one with a smile on his face after seeing Cornit. He walked up to Cornit and rubbed Cornit's head.

He took the Hogwarts admission letter from Cornet and read it once before laughing loudly, "Good boy, this is a real admission letter. No one would dare to fake it. Look at Albus again." You can tell by that stinky long suffix, only Hogwarts would write it like this to scare people!"

Cornette looked at the old man in front of him speechlessly and rolled his eyes.

I thought, "Isn't it the case that Principal Dumbledore was bewitched by Grindelwald and insisted on coming to the forest to find the treasure left by Gryffindor, but he met you who was practicing swordsmanship, and then the two of you were scolded by the young and frivolous you. After a fight, and you were defeated one against two, and were beaten up by the two of them, do you want to hold a grudge to this day?"

As for how Cornette knew about his grandfather’s embarrassing incident?

When he was young and active, Cornette often ran to Godric's Hollow. When he went to the cemetery to pay homage to the graves of some Potters, he happened to meet a strange old man wearing a shabby sheepskin sweater standing next to the cemetery. , the strange old man looked at the short sword worn by Cornette on his waist and recognized him as a member of the White family.

The weird old man said, "Who are you, Norbert, who was beaten up by my bastard brother?"

This made the young Cornit have a keen interest in his grandfather's childhood. After recognizing the identity of the strange old man, he began to explore wildly. Finally, after being annoyed and unbearable, the strange old man still gritted his teeth and told Cornit that he had past events.

"Ahem, Konite, Konite! Little Konite!" Konite's grandfather, Norbert White, patted Konite's little head and looked at his distracted grandson suspiciously.

"Huh?" Cornette came back to his senses and looked at his grandfather in confusion.

Norbert rubbed Cornit's head with his generous palms and asked Cornit, "Have you seen the books and equipment that need to be purchased? I will go to Diagon Alley with you to buy them later. Are you ready to buy them first?" buy what?"

"Magic wand!" said Cornette. "

"Okay, kid, let's go now, shall we? Come on, hold my arm tightly, and we'll apparate directly there." Norbert said with a smile.

Cornette held onto his grandfather's arm tightly. The next second, his vision blurred. A dizzying sense of oppression and weightlessness suddenly hit him. His whole body was wrapped in an indescribable strange force, as if he was being held by a rubber. As if his tendons were tightly bound, the strong sense of weightlessness made him feel like he was riding a car in a cloud that was falling at high speed, and his whole body was like a deflated balloon flying irregularly in the void.

In just the blink of an eye, the grandfather and grandson came to a dirty and messy alley. After a short period of spinning, Cornette felt the urge to vomit as soon as he stood still. Fortunately, his willpower has always been good. , finally held back.

He glanced at Norbert, who was standing next to him and was putting away his wand, then looked around and found that they had arrived in an alley in London.

"Come on, Cornet, let's go to the Leaky Cauldron first. I have something to do with Tom." Norbert said.

"So Grandpa, you came to see someone for something, right? I asked you why you just brought me here to buy something as soon as you received the letter." Cornit looked at his grandfather and seemed a little speechless.

"Hahahaha, haven't you always wanted a wand before? Hogwarts just sent the letter today. I came to Diagon Alley for something else, so I just brought you here. Don't worry, it's not a big deal. , after I ask Tom, I will take you to buy a wand and the books and equipment required for school." Norbert said with a hearty smile.

Norbert took Cornette out of the alley where they appeared. Pedestrians on the street paid attention to the grandfather and grandson.

Two handsome guys, one old and one young, each wore a black trench coat with silver patterns, with an open red collar on the chest, two rows of silver buttons printed on it, and a cluster of white roses painted on the bottom of the trench coat.

The two of them walked along Charing Cross Street and came to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, which was located between a record store and a bookstore. Passers-by turned a blind eye to this bar, which was very different from the surrounding shops. Norbert took Cornette straight to the bar. Go inside.

The interior of the bar seemed very crude and small. The floor was covered with dirty mud. Under the dim light, wizards in weird clothes gathered in twos and threes at the table next to the shadow in the corner and talked. The bar owner in the bar lowered his head. His head was silently wiping the wine glass.

"Tom, how's business going lately!" Norbert walked to the bar and started talking to the boss.

"Oh, dear Norbert, you are finally here. The situation has been getting worse and worse recently. The group of wolves in Knockturn Alley have started to cause chaos again in the past few days. The group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic last night We even exchanged fire with them, and the sound of the explosion over there almost shattered my cup. Business is getting worse and worse!" Old Tom raised his head and saw Norbert, and started to vomit bitterness.

"Sure enough, Fenrir Greyback, the evil-doing werewolf leader, has appeared again. A few months ago, there was information that a group of werewolves were seen gathering outside the valley on a full moon night. It seems that this group What is the evil werewolf wizard planning again!" Norbert listened to what Tom said and whispered his analysis to Cornette.

Cornette blinked and looked at Norbert's thoughtful look, "Grandpa, does the Knights have a mission?"

Norbert came back to his senses, looked at Norbert and said seriously, "Yes, we have to figure out what those werewolves want to do, and we have to prevent Muggles from being attacked by them."

"Okay, Tom, I already understand the general situation, let's go first."

Tom looked at Cornette, "Oh, has Master White reached the age of entering school? But you came early enough, and now you have to buy school supplies?"

"Yes, sir." Cornette, who seemed polite, bowed slightly to Tom.

"See you later, Norbert, and Master White."

Norbert nodded to Tom and led Cornette through the bar to the small patio behind the Leaky Cauldron, surrounded by walls and a trash can.

Norbert took out his wand, counted three pieces on the wall where the trash cans were placed, and then counted two pieces on the side. Then he tapped the corresponding position with the wand.

I saw a small hole appearing at the beginning of the originally worn wall tiles, and then continued to flip, slowly forming a tall arch.

Cornette raised his eyebrows and looked over the arch. A long cobblestone street came into view, with various shops on both sides of the long street.

But the Diagon Alley in front of him seemed a bit bleak, in contrast to the bustling look in Cornette's original impression. Some shops on both sides of the street were not open, and the pedestrians passing by were also in a hurry. Several Aurors in black windbreakers had alert eyes. patrolling the roadside.

"Grandpa, it seems a little strange here." Cornette asked his question to Norbert, who had a serious face.

"Yes, it seems that the battle last night was more serious than what Tom said. It seems that we have to hurry up. Let's go to Ollivander's to pick out your wand first." Norbert took Cornette to the opposite corner. Walk to the south side of the alley.

The two of them walked hurriedly to the entrance of Ollivander's Wand Shop. Cornette stopped and looked at this historic wand shop. There was a faded plaque on the store that read "Since 380 BC." Well made wand.”

When I opened the store door, there was a tinkling bell. The store was very small. In the window display in front of the window, there was a solitary wand on the faded purple cushions. Apart from a bench and a counter, there was nothing else in the store. There is nothing but thousands of long, narrow boxes stacked up to the ceiling, making the store look crowded and cramped.

The store was very quiet, as if the owner was not here. Cornette stared at the ladder behind the counter suspiciously, wondering why the old man didn't slide out from behind to scare people.

"Ahem, good morning, Norbert, and this little Mr. White." A low cough came from outside the door.