Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

When they climbed up the malfunctioning escalator onto the street lined with shops and bustling with people, Hagrid visibly relaxed a lot.

He complained: "I don't know how these Muggles can do things without magic!"

While turning his head to look around, he took steps in one direction.

Hagrid was so tall that he squeezed through the crowd effortlessly. Om held Harry's wrist, who was panting from climbing the stairs, with one hand and followed Hagrid closely.

They passed bookstores, record stores, burger shops, and movie theaters, but couldn't find a store that sold magic wands.

This was obviously an ordinary street, filled with ordinary people.

Ohm was full of doubts, but he still followed Hagrid forward. After seeing Dumbledore's spells and moving newspapers, he was already convinced of the existence of the wizarding world.

"right here."

Hagrid suddenly stopped without warning, and Ohm, who had been following closely, was caught off guard and bumped directly into the big man.

Harry's nose touched Ohm's shoulder, and he groaned. It was so painful that tears flowed out, and he staggered and was about to fall down.

But Ohm had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he gave Harry a strong tug, while helping himself and Harry maintain balance.

Hagrid was completely unaware of all this. He continued with a smile: "The Leaky Cauldron! This is a very famous place."

This was a dirty, small bar. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out specifically, Ohm felt like he wouldn't have taken it to heart even if he had seen it.

But Ohm noticed that the people coming and going couldn't seem to see the bar at all. They focused directly on the large bookstore and record store next to it. But before he could ask anything, Hagrid pushed him directly into the store.

As a famous place, this place is really too dirty and dark. Except for the sunshine brought in when they entered, the entire bar was shrouded in the dim light of the oil lamp, and there was also a ghostly presence floating around. The smell of garlic.

Om found that everyone here seemed to know Hagrid. They smiled at him, waved to him, or raised their glasses to drink.

The boss, who had almost all his hair taken off and looked like a shriveled walnut, was chatting with a little man wearing a top hat. When he saw Hagrid come in, he grinned toothlessly and picked up a cup from under the bar: "Take a photo." Old rules, Hagrid?"

"No, Tom, I'm running errands for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the boss on the shoulder with his huge palm, almost knocking him down.

At this moment, the boss Tom noticed the little boy with green eyes and black hair next to Hagrid.

Harry was looking at the dark environment and strange customers in the store, when suddenly a wrinkled old face came in front of him, which frightened him so much that he widened his eyes and held his breath involuntarily.

"Oh my God." The boss looked at Harry carefully and said, "This is - could this be -"

The Leaky Cauldron was silent for a while.

"Harry Potter!" the boss said quietly but firmly, "Welcome back!"

The chairs in the store creaked and everyone stood up.

Harry suddenly found himself shaking hands with everyone, everyone had an expression of admiration on their faces, and Hagrid kept smiling.

"Mr. Potter, thank you for killing You-Know-Who!" a witch who looked like a giraffe said, shaking Harry's hand desperately.

"I didn't do anything..." Harry said weakly, but no one was listening to him.

"I'm Kodori, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I finally meet you." The wizard wearing the top hat held Harry's other hand.

"Hello, I……"

"What an honor! Mr. Potter! What an honor!" This was a hysterical moustache wizard.

Customers were pushing each other, reaching out to touch the little boy, or jumping on tables to get a better look at the scar on Harry's forehead.

The man named Cordori walked around in a circle after shaking Harry's hand and wanted to shake his hand again. His top hat was pushed somewhere by the crowd.

"Hagrid. Hagrid!" Ohm tugged on Hagrid's sleeve and asked, "Is Harry famous?"

"It's more than just being famous, Ohm." Tears flowed from Hagrid's shining beetle-like eyes. He took out a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth from his pocket and blew his nose. He said with a bit of sob: "When he was still one year old, His parents, the great James and Lily, were killed by the mysterious man in order to protect him. When the mysterious man wanted to kill Harry, the spell he sent bounced back to himself. On that night, The shadow that shrouded the entire magical world has finally dissipated! People no longer have to worry about being killed by mysterious people. Can you understand the feeling of surviving the disaster, Ohm? "

After hearing Hagrid's description and seeing Harry's frightened eyes after being surrounded by the crowd, a surge of anger burst out of Ohm's heart.

Would this child want his dead parents to be mentioned repeatedly and the scars in his heart to be torn open repeatedly?

"Is this something worth being happy about?!"

Psychic energy erupted like a sea wave, and the bustling crowd was rushed to the ground by the invisible powerful force. They all fell to the ground. Just as they were about to get up, they found themselves pinned to the ground by that force.

Ohm's eyes were filled with blue aura, and his black hair was dancing like flames. He protected Harry behind him and angrily scolded these adults who only cared about their own happiness: "Let a child who has lost his parents think about that time and time again. Painful moment! Is this how you people repay Harry?!"

He is also an orphan, so he can better understand how difficult it is to live as an orphan, and how envious he is of those happy families, but Ohm also has Sister Malika and twelve younger brothers and sisters who love and care for him, and what about Harry?

On the subway just now, Ohm learned that Harry lived in a locker on the stairs of his aunt and uncle's house. He had not received good treatment since he was a child. He had been bullied by his cousin. It was common for him to be beaten, scolded and starved. He no longer had any problems. The one who loves him!

Little did these adults know that every handshake they expected was adding salt to Harry's bloody wounds.

For a moment, no one answered in the bar. Harry looked gratefully at Ohm's tall and thin back. This boy he had known for less than two hours had resolutely stood up for him.

This was the first time Harry had experienced this feeling of being supported.

"S-S-S-that's good!" said a stammering voice: "If you were in Ho-Ho Hogwarts, I would definitely give you points!"

This was a pale young man with a huge turban on his head. He looked dazed and nervous, and one of his eyes was twitching.

As he approached, the faint smell of garlic that Ohm smelled immediately became thicker and heavier, as if he had been hit hard on the nose. It choked him to tears and was forced to interrupt his psychic output. .

The people who were suppressed on the ground breathed a sigh of relief, looked at young Ohm with fear, got up and used their wands to clean away the dust on their bodies.

"Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid said, "Harry, Ohm, Professor Quirrell is one of the teachers who teaches you at Hogwarts."

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, I wonder what kind of magic you teach?" Ohm wiped away his tears and asked in a dull voice.

"Defense against dark magic." Quirrell's voice was vague, as if he didn't want to mention it. He looked at Harry and said: "You already use it, you don't need to learn it, do you, Bo- Mr. Bo-Potter?"

He suddenly laughed nervously, turned around and walked away, his body twitching from time to time.

"Has he always been so nervous?" Harry whispered to Hagrid, watching Quirrell's leaving figure.

"Oh, yes, poor unlucky guy. He has a very smart mind and has always done very well in school." Hagrid stroked his beard and said with a bit of regret: "Then he took a year off from school. In order to go to the Black Forest to gain some first-hand practical experience... It is said that he met a vampire there, and an old witch caused him a lot of trouble. Since then, he has become like this... this way , where’s my umbrella?”

Hagrid led the two of them around the bar and to the small patio behind the bar. There was nothing here except a trash can and some weeds protruding from the cracks in the bricks.

Ohm was still digesting what Hagrid said.

vampire?Old witch?No wonder he smelled of garlic. It turned out that he was trying to ward off vampires by marinating himself in the smell.

Hagrid took out a small pink umbrella from his pocket that contained an unknown number of things, and used the tip of the umbrella to count on the bricks above the trash can.

"Count three bricks upward - count two bricks horizontally -" he muttered in a low voice, and the tip of the umbrella finally stopped on an ordinary brick.

"Remember this brick, Ohm, Harry, you'll need it later. Now, stand back."

Hagrid tapped his umbrella on the brick three times.

Like knocking down the first domino, the bricks on the entire wall began to move. With a low and pleasant friction sound, a wide archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass appeared in front of them, leading to a winding, Cobbled streets.

"Welcome!" Hagrid showed a big smile to the two little wizards: "Welcome to Diagon Alley!"