Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

April 1991, 7, sunny.

It's rare to see such a sunny day in London in July. The warm sun shines on people, and everyone wants to go out to the street to see friends they haven't seen in several days.

On Charing Cross Road, people looked ahead curiously.

Led by a handsome man surrounded by six or seven children, a group of men and women wearing red hats lined up and walked into a narrow alley.

An old man curiously walked to the alleyway between the bookstore and the record store and looked inside.

"What's wrong with these people? As long as we walk an extra hundred meters, we can reach the other side. Even an old man with limited legs and feet like me won't find this journey too difficult. Do we have to take this narrow shortcut? Elegant London is a mess made by those of you who are trying to take shortcuts..."

The old man walked into the alleyway shortcut while cursing, while thinking about writing a letter to the mayor tonight to urge the construction of a civilized city in London.

When he slowly walked from the alley to the street behind Charles Cross Road, he found that the group of unqualified people wearing red hats had disappeared.

This group of people were still in the "alley", or in other words, they entered a Muggle alley and a wizard's bar.

After looking forward to it all night last night, these little wizards didn't look tired at all, especially the curious Miss Hermione Granger. She was almost hanging on Mochir's body and kept asking questions. One hundred thousand whys.

"Professor, what magic did that man use to make the spoon spin on its own?"

"Professor, how can that boss let the wine fly to the customers? Aren't you afraid of spilling it?"

"professor……"

It would be fine if Hermione was the only little wizard, but the key is that there are seven little wizards around her. Except for Jack, who doesn't speak much and quietly listens to everyone's questions and Mochir's answers, the other little wizards are like jumping birds. , asking around.

Their parents were not much better. From the moment they entered the bar, several arrogant Muggle nobles looked around like country bumpkins in the city, curiously looking around, and from time to time they would get close to Mochir. , just like tourists squeezing to listen to the tour guide introducing the scenic spots.

"Professor Mochir."

The bar owner, Old Tom, had received Mochier's letter a day ago. He happily came over and said hello, "Would you like a drink first? Professor, sunny days always go well with sparkling cocktails, right?" ?Coupled with the free flow of ice cubes, the day is complete."

Moqil shook his head and refused. He had a formal smile on his face, giving people the impression of neither being close nor distant, "No, sir, I have to take these gentlemen and ladies to Gringotts to exchange currency first."

"Then I wish you all the best, Professor." After saying that, Old Tom got out of the way of the bar. He is the shrewdest bar owner. These Muggles haven't exchanged gold galleons yet, and they certainly won't if they are left behind. Increasing revenue will also make the bar's already small place more congested, which is not worth the gain.

Mochir led everyone around the Leaky Cauldron bar and came to a small patio surrounded by walls.

"Attention, freshmen, you need to remember what I say here."

The first lesson in the magical world for a young wizard from a Muggle family begins with the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron.

Moqil coughed, attracting everyone's attention. In order to stop the noise of the excited little wizards, he had to straighten his face and pretend to be serious, "Everyone, it seems that there are only trash cans here. and some weeds are nothing, but the bricks on top of the dumpster are the gateway into Diagon Alley. Just count three bricks on the wall above the dumpster - count two bricks across - and tap the wand on the wall. Knock three times, and the brick will shake and a small hole will appear from it. Finally, the hole will turn into an archway leading to Diagon Alley. Okay, now don't ask me where I can get the wand. This question was just raised by Grant Miss Jie has asked at least three times!"

He said so, and he did so.

"After today, you have to open this door yourself. Of course, if you forget what I just said, you can also spend five Sickles and ask the bar owner to open this door for you."

Where dreams begin...

Many years later, when these little wizards look back on their lives, they will definitely remember the moment when a Hogwarts professor checked in for them in the stone archway of Diagon Alley on that sunny afternoon. Perhaps they will also think back to themselves. The expression at that time, the surprise at that time, the disbelief at that time...

Hermione's mouth opened exaggeratedly, looking at the winding cobblestone street in front of her with no end in sight. The crucible shop next to it was shining golden in the sun, and there were a group of people she had never seen flying on the street. birds, there are wizards and entertainers performing magical shows on the street...

"Welcome," Mochir led everyone in, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

After everyone entered Diagon Alley, the arch transformed back into its original wall.

"We have to go to Gringotts first. Before that, I need to tell everyone that wizards use three currencies: gold Galleons, silver Sickles and copper Knuts. Galleons have the highest value, and Knuts have the lowest value. , 1 galleons is equivalent to 17 siekos or 493 knuts, which can be exchanged for approximately 5 pounds to 1 galleone.

Also, parents please remember that these currencies can only be used by your wizarding children without special approval from the Ministry of Magic. If they think they are owned by Muggles, they will disappear on their own after a few hours. Please do not bring them with you for this reason. cause unnecessary losses. "

"Professor, do you mean those... Galleons also have their own ideas?" Hermione blinked her big curious eyes and looked at Mochir expectantly.

"That's not an idea, Miss Granger. Even in the wizarding world, there are few things outside of life that have ideas of their own. Of course, it won't be long before you see a hat that has ideas of its own and can sing." hat."

"I guess that hat is the bell for Hogwarts, right Professor?"

"..."

With that said, the group of people had already walked along the cobblestone road to the front of a snow-white building that stood taller than the surrounding shops.

Gringotts has arrived.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank is the only wizarding bank in the British wizarding world, opened and run by goblins. In front of this building, there is a snow-white stone staircase and two shiny bronze doors. Beside the door stood a goblin wearing a scarlet and gold uniform.

After leading everyone to exchange currency, Mochier also had a rare moment of free time. Each family could move around freely and buy the school supplies their children needed.

"Everyone should have a watch, right?" Mochir raised his hand, revealing a Muggle Swiss mechanical watch on his ankle. There was no sign on the dial, but it didn't look cheap either.

"It is now 12:13 in the afternoon. I will wait for everyone in front of the stone archway when you come in at 17:30. If any of you forget where you were just now, please remember the Patchi Crucible store. The wall is here. Next to the Crucible Shop.”

Secretly giving himself a thumbs up, Mochir felt that he was a really good tour guide, at least better than the cold-faced Potions Professor Severus Snape who led the tour seven years ago and said nothing the whole time. Sir is much more competent.

"Mo...Moqil, it's you...is it you?"

A stammering voice came from the side, which made Mochier turn his head in surprise.

But a smile quickly appeared on his face, "Senior Quirrell, is your journey over?"

"Yes, I...I returned to...Hogwarts again. This year...this year I applied for...Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor. I heard that you...inherited my previous course. What's the matter? If you don’t understand, you can… communicate with me at any time.”

It can be seen that Professor Quirrell is in very good condition now. Except for the turban wrapped around his head and exuding a strong smell of garlic, Mochir feels that this Ravenclaw is very good based on his appearance alone. The seniors who graduated have not changed much from before. They still stutter and are just as good at pretending.

A person who has always been against you is not scary. This just shows that that person does not have a deep scheming mind. You can see the other person's thoughts at a glance without even using Legilimency.

But people like Quirrell, who has long learned to show weakness in front of others and pretend to be timid and fearful, but actually has many trump cards, have to worry.

Especially when he has a Dark Lord installed on the back of his head, making people afraid to use Legilimency rashly.

"That's great, Senior Quirrell. This is my first year as a professor, and I still have a lot to learn from you."

Moqil still had the usual smiling face when dealing with others. He did not dare to look at Quirrell's Legilimency. Suddenly, a hint of inspiration that he had not caught before flashed through his head, and Moqil's thinking became clear.

Why didn't I dare to use Legilimency on Quirrell?

Because of the mysterious man in him, yes, even though the mysterious man is now so depressed that he hides on the back of other people's heads and endures the incense of garlic all day long, he is still the mysterious man. His soul strength was once comparable to Dumbledore's. .

Professor Dumbledore, the recognized "sheriff", had almost figured out who the "werewolf" was after receiving a letter from the "prophet" Nico Flamel. Why didn't he let the "witch" drink poison for him in advance? Woolen cloth?

Perhaps for the same reason as himself now, after so many years, Dumbledore wanted to test the Dark Lord's capabilities.

"How can...how can we learn from each other?"

After a while of polite greetings, the two steady professors with a combined 800 minds parted ways and went in different directions.

Moqil didn't look back. He probably guessed the reason why he ran into Senior Quirrell at the gate of Gringotts today - he had obtained information about the Philosopher's Stone from a certain Gringotts employee, and he was here to survey the terrain. .

"Senior, what will you do?"

Moqier muttered in his heart, faintly, and actually started to look forward to it.

No one noticed that the moment the two passed by, a spider the size of a soybean crawled out of Moqil's coat pocket and got into Quirrell's loose wizard robe.