Hogwarts time travel

Platform nine and three quarters, under the management of a wizened old guard, they passed through the wall one by one and appeared on the other side of King's Cross station.

Hermione's parents were waiting there early, and when they saw their daughter standing with a group of friends, they happily greeted her.

"Hi, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger." All the boys greeted politely, completely showing no sign of all kinds of troubles at school.

"Hello." Mr. Granger was a handsome and mature British gentleman. He looked at the little wizards, especially the black-haired and black-eyed Loya.

"Hermione often tells me about you, especially you." Mr. Granger stared at Loya with a serious look.

Mrs. Granger—a graceful and elegant lady teased her husband, and apologized to Loya with a smile, "My husband is like this. He always looks like he wants to teach others."

Luo Ya gave a wry smile. Dentists are not teachers. Most of them are mild-tempered. I'm afraid they saw Luo Ya, an enemy who might take away the basin.

But Roya didn't have that thought at all, Hermione is too young!

Hermione was taken away by her parents, and when she left, she kept gesturing to them to write letters.

Loya went to the bathroom with an excuse, leaving only Harry and Ron waiting on the platform.

"There he is, mother, there he is, look!"

It was Ginny, Ron's sister, but it wasn't Ron who made her so happy.

"Harry Potter!" Ginny said in a fangirl voice, "I grew up listening to his stories!"

Harry's head is full of black lines. For those who don't know, how old is he, and he grew up listening to his stories?

Mrs. Weasley taught Ginny a few words, and smiled kindly at Harry, "How's your year going?"

"Very busy," said Harry, with great respect for the woman who cared for him. "Thank you for the fudge and sweater, Mrs. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley showed a distressed look, "It's nothing, son. What about your uncle?"

Harry's face froze, and he glanced left and right, but he didn't see Uncle Vernon's huge body, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"They may still be on their way, I'll wait a while."

Mrs. Weasley frowned. Even though the school had told the time, she was still late. This meant that, as Ronnie Jr. said, the family didn't care about Harry at all.

But she couldn't say anything, she just comforted Harry and was about to leave with Ron.

"Let's go, Harry."

Harry turned around in astonishment, and Ron also looked at the visitor in shock.

It was an oriental man with a well-proportioned suit and a well-proportioned figure. He had black hair and black pupils.

Mrs. Weasley was full of question marks, is this Uncle Vernon?so young?

When the man saw Mrs. Weasley, he stepped forward and greeted him gently, "Hello, Mrs. Weasley, Harry and I often mention you when we write letters, saying that you are a gentle and beautiful woman."

Mrs. Weasley couldn't help laughing, who doesn't like flattery, especially when the other party is a handsome young man.

But she was still a little curious and asked, "Are you Harry's uncle?"

"No." The man glanced at Harry, "I'm his uncle, Jules."

After learning that the man was not Harry's virtuous uncle, Mrs. Weasley suddenly became more enthusiastic, and pulled the man to talk a lot, until Ron pulled her away and then stopped angrily.

Mrs. Weasley also invited Jules to his house, but he refused on the grounds that he wanted to take Harry home.

After the crowd dispersed, Harry looked at Yule helplessly, "Loya, is that you?"

Yu Le blinked with a smile, "Now, I am your uncle Yu Le."

Harry covered his head helplessly, what's wrong with Loya, must he be his uncle?

Forget it, after all, there are needs of others, so Luo Ya can pretend to be whatever he wants.

Yule took Harry and left the station. There was a car parked outside early, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

After getting into the car, Yule told the driver a place name, which Harry heard clearly: the Leaky Cauldron.

The driver didn't seem to be surprised, and Yule whispered to Harry that the other party was a wizard, and it wasn't surprising that he knew the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry blinked. Do wizards work in the Muggle world, too?

When the car started, Harry caught a glimpse of a car from the corner of his eye, it was the Dursley's model, the car had a tire with an astonishingly large hole, and Uncle Vernon was standing beside him, talking on the phone furiously.

Dudley stuck his head out of the car window and knocked on the roof of the car with his fist in dissatisfaction, looking impatient.

Harry didn't see Aunt Petunia, probably because he went shopping for food for the hungry Dudley.

He turned his head in surprise, and seeing Yule make a "shh" gesture to him, Harry couldn't help laughing, which was so relieved.

But it was quite dangerous, the Dursleys were almost about to enter the station, and they would never let Yule take him away by then.

Hey, why did I also call Yule?

The car stopped on a street, and Harry saw the Leaky Cauldron pub squeezed between two shops.

Crossing the bar, Tom wasn't there, and Harry was relieved, or it was hard to explain.

Opening that wall, Diagon Alley appeared before his eyes again.

No matter how many times you come here, you will always be amazed by the prosperity of Diagon Alley.

They came to a white building that stood out from the crowd. In front of the bronze gate stood a small figure in a scarlet and gold uniform. Hagrid had introduced him last time. It was a goblin.

Pushing open the door, walking along the passage, pushing open the second door again, the two goblins who had been waiting for a long time at the door led them to a magnificent marble hall - the one Harry had visited last time.

People and goblins shuttled back and forth in this hall, and small doors opened and closed one by one. Yule led him to an empty counter.

"I'm going to take some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault and convert half of it into Muggle currency."

"Please take out the key."

Harry hastily handed over the key.

"In addition, money will be withdrawn from Homer Simpson's vault, and half will be converted into Muggle currency."

"key."

Yu Le took out a large number of keys from his pocket and looked inside, "This."

The goblin's expression became more enthusiastic after seeing the pile of vault keys, "Rafa! Take these two distinguished guests to the lounge!"

Harry was taken aback, shouldn't he go underground?

After writing two numbers on the cash slip handed over by the goblin, Yule took Harry to the waiting room.

Sitting in the magnificent lounge, Yule sipped tea leisurely, "Of course you can follow, but generally "recognized" people will wait in the lounge for the goblins to take out the money."

"Aren't you afraid of uh... losing things?" Harry tactfully expressed his distrust of goblins.

"Gringotts is trustworthy, at least they can tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal."

"Taking the client's property seems to have gained money, but it has lost the client's trust, and the loss will be even more."

"Even if the banking industry for goblins can continue, they will require goblins to never have delusions about customers' property."

While speaking, the goblin had returned with four bags in his hand.

Harry took his two, one full of Galleons, the other colorful bills.

To be honest, Harry didn't feel much about those Galleons, even though there were a lot of them, it didn't make him feel rich.

But banknotes are different. These banknotes are the ones I have been exposed to the most since childhood. Although I have never owned them, I can clearly know their value.

Have you become rich yourself?