Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Hogwarts, the only public magic school in the UK, has been established for thousands of years. In terms of history, it should be one of the oldest magic schools in the world.

In the UK, including Ireland, all children with magical talents will receive admission to Hogwarts when they are 11 years old.

"Okay!" Aiwen agreed readily.

He couldn't think of any reason to refuse Dumbledore's invitation.

Systematically study the magic of this world, and then verify it with his own magic. The sparks caused by the collision of magic from different worlds and different systems may bring him considerable growth.

Not to mention that he also provides food and accommodation...

Although it can be seen that Dumbledore's invitation does not mean surveillance, but this kind of thing is not incomprehensible. After all, it is on someone's land, and it is normal for the other party to be worried.

Seeing Ivan's readily agreed, Dumbledore had a gentle smile on his face: "In that case, let me take you to Diagon Alley later, which is the largest gathering place for wizards in the UK. We need to buy you some Supplies for the new semester, such as textbooks and wands."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Darknight doesn't need to worry about the money issue. The Ministry of Magic has special subsidies for students with poorer conditions." Dumbledore added.

"I don't have the habit of owing favors." Ivan hummed, turning his palm over, and a silver magic circle lit up in his palm: "Dragon Treasure!"

wow——

A small mountain of gold and silver treasures fell from the magic circle. Most of them were gold creations. They were so golden that Dumbledore looked slightly distracted.

"I have money." Ivan picked up a gold necklace and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I went to the ruins of kingdoms destroyed by dragons before and found a lot of treasures. I originally wanted to buy a house in 400 years. Improve the quality of life, but now that you’re here, let’s pay some tuition first. This should be enough, right? If it’s not enough, I still have more.”

"I guarantee you, Mr. Darknight, these treasures will be enough for your tuition in the next seven years. If you want, you can also buy a big house and endless pineapple preserves." Dumbledore said cheerfully .

As he spoke, he waved his magic wand, and an envelope suddenly appeared in front of Alvin's eyes, and a line of text slowly appeared on the envelope.

'Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office, Mr. Ivan Rustin Darknight is in charge...'

"Although July has passed, I think there is still a sense of ceremony." Dumbledore blinked.

Ivan glanced at him, opened the envelope, and read softly: "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Principal: Albus Dumbledore, President of the International Federation of Wizards, Sir Merlin... What a long title."

Dumbledore said cheerfully: "I don't know why, but now that I'm older, I start to be respected by others for no reason."

"Then there's no need to write such a long line..." Ivan's mouth curled up slightly as he continued to read: "Dear Mr. Darknight, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed letter Attached is a list of required books and equipment…”

"Work robe, pointed hat, protective gloves, winter cloak..." Ivan smiled: "Are you a technical school?"

"Haha, if you have to say it, it's not an exaggeration to call magic a technology." Dumbledore smiled and took out his pocket watch and took a look: "Okay, it's almost time for the store to open for business. I think we should first Go to Diagon Alley and buy everything."

With that said, he stood up and came to the fireplace: "Mr. Darknight, please stand here."

Ivan got into the fireplace. The fireplace was so big that even Dumbledore, who was about 1.9 meters tall, could not touch his head.

Taking out a handful of floo powder from the flower pot next to the fireplace, Dumbledore stood next to Ivan: "Diagon Alley."

After the words fell, he scattered the powder in his hand, and with a bang, the demonic fire suddenly appeared and swallowed up the two figures.

London, Diagon Alley.

There are many shops on both sides of the lively streets, and all kinds of magic products are displayed behind the glass windows, such as broomsticks, looking glasses, robes... It's dizzying to see.

Fire suddenly burst into the fireplace on the street, and then, like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, a dragon-slayer magician who was as muddy as a slug rolled out of the fireplace.

"Ugh—" Alvin vomited heartbreakingly: "A fireplace...can also be considered...a vehicle. Ugh—"

With the firelight shining behind him, Dumbledore walked out of the firelight, waved his wand leisurely, cleaned up the rainbow spit out by Alvin, and stuffed him with a glass of lemonade again.

"Strictly speaking, the Floo network connected to the fireplace is the means of transportation." Dumbledore held Alvin's shoulders, his rough hands were very strong: "If you don't like it, we can take the knight when we go back later. You can also take a bus or a broomstick. Let me tell you quietly, I also have a collection of Indian flying carpets with a plaid pattern, although this thing is banned in the UK..."

"But please spare me..." Ai Wen's face turned a little dark.

"You don't seem to like transportation very much?"

"Very annoying."

"That's such a pity..." Dumbledore stopped and looked at the brand new broomstick behind the window of the roadside shop: "I thought no boy in the wizarding world could refuse a broomstick."

Alvin sneered: "Shouldn't that thing be more popular with witches?"

Dumbledore glanced at Alvin in surprise, and kept talking to a centenarian old man without changing his expression. Are all children in other worlds so precocious?

Ivan saw what he was thinking and curled his lips: "Don't treat me like a child."

Dumbledore looked at Florin's cold drink shop nearby: "Would you like ice cream?"

Alvin: "I want strawberry flavor."

Two minutes later, an old man and a young man were eating ice cream and came to a tall snow-white building.

"This is Gringotts, the bank of the wizarding world. There may be a country in the world that does not have a Ministry of Magic, but it will definitely have Gringotts." Dumbledore introduced like a tour guide.

Next to the shiny bronze door, stood a short figure wearing a scarlet and gold uniform.

Pointy nose, pointy beard, pointy teeth.

Small eyes, thick hands and feet, dark face.

Alvin patted the little dwarf's bald head: "He is also a house elf, why can Harlan only wear pillowcases?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little man's face turned completely dark.

Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh and explained: "They are goblins, a powerful and smart magical race."

Hearing this, the goblin looked better.

"House goblin?"

"Boy, I've tolerated you for a long time!!"

With a rough roar, Alvin was pulled into Gringotts by Dumbledore.

When passing through the second silver door, Alvin saw words on the door, but he didn't have time to take a closer look.

As soon as they entered the door, the two goblins bowed to them, and then led them into a tall and wide marble hall. There were about a hundred goblins sitting on high stools behind a row of long counters.

Some were using scales to weigh coins, while others were using eyepieces to examine gems, and the quills in their hands were scribbling notes on the ledger.

There are countless gates behind them, leading to different places, and many fairies are guiding people coming and going to enter and exit these gates.

Dumbledore took Ivan to a counter and said to the idle goblin: "I'll open an account for Mr. Darknight and exchange some money."

As he said that, he put a bag of treasures on the table and dazzled the goblin.