Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Early Wednesday morning at the Leaky Cauldron.

Alvin and Hermione's family, who took the Floo network to Diagon Alley first, met here.

The Grangers entered the shabby bar, looking a little nervous.

Except last year when Hermione received the admission notice, this was their second time entering the magical world.

"Morning, you guys!" Ivan waved.

"I've always felt that the way you greet people should be more respectful, instead of: Hey, you guys, old men, are you so happy or something like that?" Hermione said angrily.

In fact, since they have known each other for such a long time, she has never seen Alvin respect anyone except Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall is probably the only person who can shut up Alvin with his serious temperament. Of course, this guy's respect for Professor McGonagall is only relative.

"I think that's quite kind." Mr. Granger smiled.

"Really? Hermione is just too rigid. This is not good." Ivan grinned and pointed in the direction of the back door: "Diagon Alley is in that direction. Come on, follow me."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Ever since Alvin regained his sense of direction, he has been keen on leading others these days.

I have to emphasize it every time: Where, where, where, in which direction, you just need to go in that direction...

He moved a small stool to the courtyard and sat on it every day. Within a few days, all the Muggle neighbors nearby knew him.

Childish ghost…

"Count three on the trash can, then count two horizontally..." Alvin's wand tapped lightly on the wall.

"Actually, I wanted to ask when I came here last year." Mrs. Granger was a little curious: "What if this trash can is moved away?"

"Ha! We asked the same question!" Ivan said, kicking the trash can aside.

Then the trash can shook and returned to its original position.

"See, he's cast a spell." Ivan shrugged, and the Grangers laughed.

Taking the Granger family into Diagon Alley, Alvin went door to door and introduced: "This store sells crucibles, that store sells potion materials, and next door is the potion store. This area is the potion industry chain. "

"Evan!"

As Ivan was introducing, he heard someone calling him. When he looked back, he found that it was the Weasley family.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, with their twins, Ron and a beautiful little girl with red hair, looked very anxious.

"First meeting, Mr. Darknight! Thank you for the broomsticks you gave to Fred and George!" Mr. Weasley shook hands with Alvin: "Have you seen Harry? The child came to the party by the fireplace. Corner Alley, but I choked a little, and I don’t know where I flew to..."

"Then I suggest you write a letter to the Department of Transportation, Mr. Weasley." Ivan shrugged, saying that he was helpless.

Flying to the wrong place on a fireplace is nothing new in the wizarding world, and you can't go wrong with a fireplace unless you mispronounce the place name.

There was once a domestically violent man whose wife took the fireplace back to her parents' home, only to never go back again.

It wasn't until he died that his wife reappeared, and by this time she had seven children with a handsome young wizard.

"Maybe when Harry shows up next time, he will even have a child?" Ivan said casually, and Mr. Weasley looked even more panicked.

Fortunately, after they panicked for a while, Harry followed Hagrid and appeared in front of everyone.

"I was buying medicine to get rid of flesh-eating slugs, and I happened to meet Harry in Knockturn Alley," Hagrid said.

"Oh... Knockturn Alley..." Mrs. Weasley groaned: "It's a good thing you met him, Hagrid."

"Cool——." Fred and George looked very excited, asking questions around Harry: "Did you really go to Knockturn Alley?"

"The adults never let us go." Ron envied.

"I've been there, but there's nothing interesting. It's all black magic shops, and there are a lot of dark wizards..." Ivan reminded: "I don't recommend you go there, there is a high probability that you will meet some bad guys."

"So, you met him?" Harry was very curious.

"Yeah, I met a werewolf."

"and then?"

"Then he died." Ivan shrugged.

Everyone: "..."

Mr. Weasley's eyes flickered, as if he knew something, but he said nothing.

As a staff member of the Ministry of Magic and very popular, Arthur Weasley can always get some first-hand information from others.

For example, one of his friends, Ludo Bagman, told him about Fudge being beaten by Alvin.

Some time ago, when Hogwarts was on holiday, the Aurors discovered the body of the escaped werewolf criminal Zalbold in Knockturn Alley. This werewolf who worshiped the werewolf leader Greyback and liked to eat the flesh of children had a tight hand. Holding his own wand, according to the circumstances of the scene, his heart was ripped out the moment he took out the wand, and he died on the spot.

According to the testimony of nearby witnesses, Zarbod stopped a silver-haired boy at that time.

Then it was obvious who the murderer was, and the matter was settled in the end.

As Alvin said, no one cares about the life or death of a werewolf (or a criminal).

Mr. Granger heard everyone's conversation and looked a little uneasily. He had noticed that from just now to now, the Weasley family's attitudes towards Hermione and Alvin were completely different.

When facing Alvin, even the naughty twins had a little awe in their voices.

This is a very special boy, even in the wizarding world.

Thinking about it now, Alvin could easily take out a few gold bars before, which already shows that he is extraordinary.

Without giving Mr. Granger time to think about it, everyone came to Gringotts to withdraw money.

"I won't go down." Ivan said to the goblin casually, and then threw a traceless stretch bag to Hermione: "I entrust Miss Granger to help me withdraw ten thousand Galleons."

"Ten thousand Galleons?" Hermione frowned: "What did you do with so much money?"

"Nimbus 2001 will be on the market in two days, and the Gryffindor team needs to be updated." Ivan gently spread his hands.

After the words fell, behind him, Harry, Fred and George cheered in unison: "Long live Alvin!"

Ron looked at Harry with expectant eyes: "Do you need a substitute now?"

"If you have good skills, Wood wouldn't mind being a substitute." Fred smiled evilly.

"The prerequisite is that you can't fall off the broom." George added.

"Or get hit by our Bludgers." Fred added.

"Boy..." Hermione shook her head helplessly, and could only ride the mine cart, followed by Mr. Granger, Harry and Mrs. Weasley who wanted to experience the passion car, going underground.

When they arrived at the Weasley family vault, Harry and Hermione felt like they were suffocating.

There was only a solitary Galleons and a pile of Silver Sickles in the treasury.

Mrs. Weasley rummaged through the corners of the vault, then calmly put the coins into her pocket.

The car set off again and arrived at the Potter family's vault.

Harry used his body to block the pile of Galleons that his parents had left for him, hurriedly pulled out a few gold coins from his vault, then quickly returned to the car, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, they arrived at the bottom, the most closely guarded vault. Several people looked at the fire dragon guarding the vault in shock. The car was driven by the goblin to Aiwen's vault.

The moment they opened the door, Harry and Hermione were even more suffocated. Even the well-maintained Mr. Granger's eyelids twitched, as if they had encountered the most terrifying thing they had ever seen in their lives.

The treasury was piled up like a mountain - a pile of galleons that really formed a ten-meter-high hill, as well as all kinds of gold and silver treasures that looked to be of great value!

Under the illumination of the lights in the underground vault, everyone felt that the entire world in front of them was golden.

If she had not seen the Weasley family's vault before, Hermione would probably be shocked at this time, and then discuss with Harry why Alvin is so rich.

But after experiencing the desolate Weasley family vault, Hermione only felt that her limbs were stiff.

Neither she nor Harry, including Mr. Granger...

They just want to escape from here as soon as possible...