Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The storm subsided in the early morning, and there were still crystal drops of water everywhere after the night passed.The railroad tracks stretched out all the way, and the sporadic lights of Hogsmeade village could no longer be seen clearly, and the light of morning light appeared in the eastern sky. The little girl Aerys lowered her eyes, timidly crying.

Legends are always empty words. Salazar Slytherin, a wizard recognized as the most terrifying dark wizard in history, left Hogwarts alone in the middle of the night in the legend. What happened after that is a thousand-year mystery.In fact, the Duke of Slytherin only had the opportunity to practice what it means to run away in the middle of the night after he "died" for so long, and then...

"Salazar, there is a way to get to London that doesn't cost magic power."

The other person who always thought that he walked such a long distance because he watched the night with him finally got the truth: "...you don't know the way?"

Apparition needs to know the way to use it, otherwise it is inevitable that the landing point will be a little bit off, and the Duke of Slytherin, who has been away from this world for a thousand years, does not know how to get there even if half of his soul has passed through.

"Why not use a fireplace, just because the Ministry of Magic monitors the Floo Network?"

"Trust me, Salazar, it's going to be a hell of a lot of trouble, and there's plenty of time for us to do a lot of it."

Salazar memorized the term Ministry of Magic (poor Fudge) again, and his mind was a little dazed.

I haven't felt it for a long time. At the beginning of the memory, when he was still ignorant, he watched Ling Cha quietly watching all the servants carefully, pretending to be timid and useless, being scolded and ridiculed by his mother.Then he followed suit, using exactly the same demeanor and exactly the same means, only in this way can they survive.

Now it's time to realize that I don't understand anything.

Perhaps there are not many forces in this world that can threaten Slytherin, but relying on Lingcha is his habit.Although the idea was 1 minute later, he regretted it.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, which is an emergency shuttle bus for wizards in trouble..."

The purple car that looks like it has three floors and four wheels is closed. It doesn't look like a carriage. After a loud noise, it suddenly appears in the faint air. On the transparent window in front, it is written in golden letters "Knight Bus".At that moment, Salazar had a strong urge to doubt that Gryffindor was still alive in this world, otherwise how could there be such a weird taste in this world.

"It's... well, you don't know what a car is, we have to go to Gringotts."

"Gringotts?"

"A bank run by goblins, and a bank...anyway, it's a place where Muggle money can be exchanged."

"What do we need Muggle money for?"

"Many books can only be bought in the Muggle world!"

For example, what is a car, what is a bank, and why Muggle biscuits taste better than wizards, all these are very important.

"...Just stretch out your magic wand, and the Knight Bus will arrive in front of you, and we can take you anywhere. My name is Stan Sampak, and I will be your conductor tonight."

The young man in purple overalls and a big round cap finally finished speaking the words he had obviously said countless times, and this time he leaned on the car door and looked curiously at the people waiting for the car in the wilderness of Huangjiao in the middle of the night.

On half of the sky, the stars that have gradually faded due to the dawn are quietly fading their light, and the night is still very dark. The white dawn can only render a part of the sky, and the rest is deathly silence.

Wearing a very old and formal noble wizard's clothes, dark green, without pearls and gem decorations, dull and seems to have lost its luster, as if it has a long history, there seems to be dark lines on it, like scales or feathers, which can't be seen clearly .

"Get in the car, the journey is about to start... eh?"

Stan Sampak froze in half of his words, his throat made suspicious rumbles, his face was red and white, as if his brain had short-circuited suddenly.

"Aerys, come here, don't talk."

A little girl dressed even more strangely turned her head to look over, and then climbed into the car clumsily.

There were no seats in the Cavalier Batury, but half a dozen brass bedsteads stood beside the carriage curtains.There are burning candles next to each bed frame, several wizards wearing nightcaps are lying on them, snoring under the covers, a strange smell permeates the compartment, there is no doubt that it is a man in gray and black clothes The old wizard's feet were propped on the bed frame, with holes in his socks and black hair on his fingers.Keep Aerys out of the way.

"...Merlin!" Stan climbed into the car, with a suspicious red face: "Hey, you have no luggage... Ah, I mean you, where are you going?"

"London, broken pub."

"Eleven...silver Sickles."

Stan, whose hands were almost trembling, couldn't believe his eyes when he took a gold galleon, and hurriedly tore off a ticket and handed it over. Seeing the other party staring at the ticket indifferently and curiously, he couldn't help rolling again and again. Take climbed to the side of the driver: "The Leaky Cauldron! Ian, let's start our journey."

He muttered in a very low voice:

"Ian, can you guarantee that this is not a vampire from an ancient family?"

The driver was a bald old man with even weirder clothes. He threw away the toast he was eating, as if he had stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.The entire Knight Bus jumped up and flew forward, all the beds slid forward, and the ugly head hanging beside the driver laughed loudly: "Stan, your face is red."

Stan Sampak cursed almost out of embarrassment.Turning around, he saw the wizard who had just gotten into the car hugging the little girl who couldn't stand steadily, and couldn't help but turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what he gave me? Gold Gallon, there are Golden Galleons and knights." What's the bus for?"

"That's not a reason, rich wizards will get lost in the Muggle world." Ian was still driving, only the shaking head chattered.

"Oh, can't you see? Aristocratic wizards would have the heart to wear such clothes, and there are no Muggles in the place where he gets on the car, he can ride a broom..."

"Ride all the way to London, you're a genius, Stan!"

"Can apparate."

"You don't have your Apparation certificate, dear Stan!!"

"enough!"

Stan Sampak shook his head and walked back again. He noticed that his passenger had no intention of sitting down on the bed at all, and stood still, focusing on everything outside the window. The speed of the Knight Bus was very fast, and they were gone in a blink of an eye. In a Muggle town, rows of street lamps, mailboxes and trash cans all automatically move out of the way when the bus approaches, and return to their original positions when the bus passes by.

"Although you gave me extra money, the Knight Bus doesn't give change, but there are water bottles, toothbrushes, pajamas, slippers, you can choose the color you like, and enough hot cocoa, including..."

Stan Sampark's face turned red again, just because of the other side's profile reflected on the glass window.

This young man is a little confused. Could it be that the inferior neon lights and Muggle trucks outside are more attractive than his words, and even the little girl is lying on the window and her eyes are shining?

"Hey, those Muggles can't see us!"

The Knight Bus turned into a long cone and passed directly under the bridge.

The hanging head dangled and laughed shrilly:

"The Leaky Cauldron, the Leaky Cauldron, if you get pea soup, eat it before it eats you!"

The little girl turned her head suddenly, her face turning blue.

Diagon Alley’s early mornings are lovely, at least there are no people huddled together waiting to shop in the warm sunshine, and there are no sounds of lizard livers hawking seventeen silver Sickles per ounce, let alone Those stupid and poor mudblood kids all gathered around the broom shop, screaming and laughing stupidly.

Many shops have just opened their doors and are still being cleaned and tidied up.

Obviously, although waking up early does not conform to the way of work and rest of a nobleman, he can manage the things to be done without attracting attention.

Lucius Malfoy thought this way a second before stepping into Gringotts, beside the shiny bronze door in front of this white and crooked building, there should be two people dressed in crimson and golden yellow The goblin in uniform, but now no one cares about Malfoy.

Did something happen again?

The platinum aristocrat was stunned, and before he had time to think about it, he saw about 100 goblins sitting on the high stools behind the counter in the marble-paved hall, all excitedly arguing about something, ledgers and coins After being thrown aside, the brass scales scrambled to weigh the weight of a dozen or so Galleons. Looking desperately with a magnifying glass, almost all the wizards who came early were left there by the goblins.

Malfoy tapped the ground with his snake staff a little displeased.

A goblin looked up and saw that it was the most prominent nobleman among the wizards. He waved his hands in confusion: "Mr. Malfoy, I won't be working in the morning!"

Lucius was stunned. He squinted his eyes and looked at the group of crazy goblins, and said slowly: "It seems that Gringotts would rather refuse a nobleman's reasonable request than explain that it will delay all my plans for the next week. What is the reason?"

The goblin froze, and then said in an exasperated voice: "We believe that this matter is far more important than Mr. Malfoy's plan for the next year!"

"Oh?"

Lucius slightly leaned forward to look at the dozen or so Jin Gallons who were being quarreled and researched by the goblins, deliberately raised his chin and said with a sarcastic smile: "It's very ordinary."

The voice was very loud, and a dozen fairies immediately glared at him, and one of them, an elderly fairy who seemed to be of high status, said sharply: "What do you know, the potion reaction of these Jin Galleons has at least 1000 years of reaction."

"As far as I know, the wizarding world has never changed currency. Almost one-tenth of Galleons are thousands of years old and one-hundredth even... 2000 years?"

"Can't you see, they are too new!" Immediately, a goblin shouted angrily.

"Huh?" Lucius refocused his gaze on the dozen or so Galleons.

"They came from outside, not in an underground vault, and they have not been touched for at least hundreds of years, very clean with almost no signs of wear..." The goblins continued to chatter, Lucius narrowed his eyes .

Has any ancient family tapped a long-buried inheritance?

But throughout Europe, families with a history of more than a thousand years can be counted on ten fingers.

"Is it my honor to know which family produced such a 'magical' gold coin?"

"Family, no no, just one person!"

Almost all the goblins shuddered, then stared at Malfoy as if he had asked something terrible.

"...and exchanged these dozen or so Galleons for a bunch of Muggle currency."