A little badger from Hogwarts

Hart pushed open the door and walked into the bar.

The wizards who were having a heated conversation suddenly fell silent, put down their wine glasses, and stared at the people who walked in from the door.

"Is there something wrong with us?" The Fenrich family felt uncomfortable with this kind of gaze.

Hart waved his hand and said: "They are coming for me, but don't worry, this will not implicate you."

The Fenrichs breathed a sigh of relief, but Justin couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Hart, what happened? I see they look at you fiercely."

"It's nothing. You will know after you enroll."

It was difficult for Hart to explain in a few words the rationality of his calling on his classmates to rebel against Snape.

After all, teachers and teachers are one, and it is difficult for parents to understand the pain of being verbally abused by a bad teacher.

No matter if I scold you, it’s all for your own good!

So I let Justin slowly experience it by himself, and I won’t say anything else.

Hart gently opened the page and led them straight to the patio at the back. As for those guys who glared at him fiercely or even snorted coldly, he ignored them all.

"The way to enter Diagon Alley is very simple," Hart said: "Tap the trash can with your wand and count three bricks up - and then count two bricks across it."

The brick he knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became larger and larger. Soon, an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass appeared in front of them, leading to a winding road. The winding cobbled streets have no end in sight.

When the Fenrich family saw this magical scene, their mouths opened in an O shape, and they were amazed.

Seeing the surprised look of the family, Hart couldn't help but smile.

Even though he knew a lot about the wizarding world in his previous life, he still couldn't help but be surprised when he saw it in front of him, let alone those he saw for the first time.

Although he could understand, he still waved to them and said, "Come on, there are many interesting things in Diagon Alley, and we have a lot to buy."

The family had just woken up from a dream, following Hart, looking at the gadgets that belonged to wizards, and kept exclaiming.

It wasn't until he arrived at the gate of Gringotts that his surprise finally reached its peak: "Oh my god, there are goblins here!"

"Yes, there are many magical creatures in the wizarding world, but they are not as exaggerated as in myths and legends."

Hart held down Justin who was about to move and cast an apologetic look at the goblin guard.

The goblin guard seemed to be used to Muggles being startled. He waved his hand helplessly, telling them to go in quickly and not to disturb order outside.

Hart quickly pulled the family into Gringotts and brought them to the counter, where the goblins of Gringotts explained the rules of the Wizarding Bank to the family.

And he himself went to another counter to exchange for the gold galleons needed to buy textbooks this year.

"Again, you only have enough money to buy this year's Hogwarts textbooks? Mr. Woolie, don't you have anything else to spend?" The goblin behind the counter said with a bit of depression.

"This is personal privacy!"

Hart didn't want to explain to these goblins how he lived in Hogwarts.

"Just deduct the money from this card." He took out his bank card, which was the money he had saved while wandering the streets of London in the past few years.

He originally planned to use the money to attend Cambridge University and then immigrate back to China.

Who would have thought that Hogwarts would pop up halfway, so he had to change his original plan.

"Hurry up, I want to take that family to visit Diagon Alley!"

Hart knocked on the counter, urging the goblin to hurry up.

The goblin was very dissatisfied with such a well-planned customer as Hart. He rolled his eyes, went through the entire process, and threw a bag of gold galleons on the counter.

Hart picked up the money bag and found the Fenrich family who had also exchanged gold galleons.

"Oh my god, I never thought that there are so many interesting things in this world, those fairies, magic... these things are so interesting. I can't wait to enroll."

Hart held down the excited Justin with both hands and said, "I know you're excited, but now we still have a lot to buy, so calm down."

Then he looked at Justin's parents: "I'll take Justin to buy a wand, and you two will buy other things for the notice, okay?"

"Of course it's no problem. You are an expert. Everything is at your discretion."

Justin's parents are good-natured, and they are not familiar with the wizarding world, so it would be bad if they cause any trouble.

Seeing them take it, Hart added, "Floor and Blott Bookstore sells a complete set of textbooks. It's a special package for Hogwarts students. Don't listen to that salesman's recommendation."

"Mrs. Malkin's robe shop has special school uniforms. If you are willing to order them, we can also measure the robes first."

"There are also things like crucibles and telescopes. You can buy them after returning to London. Those things are more useful and cheaper in pounds."

"Wow! Hart, you are really good at it!"

Hart spread his hands and replied helplessly: "There is no way, my family is not rich, so I can save a little."

"Thank you so much, see you later." Justin's parents accepted the suggestion.

Hart took Justin out of Gringotts and went straight to the wand shop.

Diagon Alley is not that big. The two people crossed a few small alleys and saw the target.

The wand shop was still small and shabby, and the gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off. It read: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

Hart looked at this place and wondered whether Ollivander's future apprentice would repair it.

"Let's go, Justin!"

Hart pushed Justin into the store.

When they entered the store, the door hit the wind chimes on the door, and there was a jingling sound.

The shop is very small, with nothing else but a bench.

The rows of wand boxes piled on the shelves give people a serious feeling, as if they have entered a strictly managed library; the dust and silence here seem to make people feel that there is hidden magic.

"Good afternoon," a soft voice said, and Justin was startled.

Hart just shook his head helplessly. He still didn't understand why old people like Ollivander or Dumbledore always made things mysterious and confusing.

Soon, an old man stood in front of them. His big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop.

Justin felt as if he had been seen through, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

Hart waved hello to the old man and said, "Long time no see, Ollivander!"

When Ollivander saw Hart, a smile appeared on his face: "Oh, Hart, how does it feel to use your wand with a locust wood body and a dragon heart tendon core?"