"... 'Muggle', yes, that's what it is called. About three hundred years ago, the magic world of each country signed an agreement called the International Secret Law, and then the wizards and ordinary people-also It's Muggles. The two are strictly separated to open ... Oh, don't worry too much, you will learn these things in school in the future. "

At more than one in the afternoon, Maca and Alexander were on their way to Diagon Alley. While walking Maca, they talked to Alexander about some common knowledge about the magic world.

As a matter of course, they were followed by Alexander's father.

In fact, the process of persuading Alexander's father was not easy. After all, this family has just lost a mother, plus the child is less than ten years old, so let him go to a questionable "magic school" to study, I am afraid that any Muggle parents will not rest assured.

However, the magical wonder that Maca exhibited has long exceeded Mr. Wolff's knowledge. Even a magician who appears on TV can't do such amazing things, right?

You know, it's in his own home!

But in order to verify with his own eyes whether there are so-called "witches" in this world, Mr. Wolff still voluntarily asked to take a look with them to the magic world. Maca is not surprised by this, because even if the other party doesn't mention it, he will also raise it.

"... So, do magic schools, like ordinary schools, have classes every day?" For a child, school can be fun, but it can also be full of restraints.

After walking a little ahead, Maca nodded easily and casually.

"Maybe the answer will make you feel a little disappointed, but it is true." He said, "But you can rest assured that learning magic is a very interesting thing-I think you promise, as long as you remain interested in it, it It will give you all kinds of joy! For example, you can learn how to fly on a broom, and then fly in the air with other classmates-we call this sport 'Quidchi'. "

"Oh! Can a wizard really fly on a broom? I really want to try it soon ..." Alexander has been completely attracted by these novelties flowing from Maka's mouth, look at him Maybe even the father who has been behind him has forgotten.

But while Maca was thinking so, Alexander pursed her lips, and the excitement and anticipation on her face slowly melted away in the afternoon sunlight.

"... You can even let people fly, why can't you let your mother live?"

The whisper of Alexander, of course, Maka heard. Not only him, but even Mr. Wolf, who was walking behind, apparently heard it, because his expression followed with a gloom.

Marka thought for a moment, and gently retracted the hand he was about to put on Alexander's shoulder. Because he knew that he should have said it already, and sometimes extra explanations and comfort would only be counterproductive.

"We're here," and after a short walk on the streets of London, Maca finally took the lead and pointed to somewhere on the side of the road. "Here is the broken cauldron bar, an entrance to Diagon Alley It's in the backyard of the bar-there is a shopping street with wizards only, and we have to buy the school supplies you need. "

With Maca's remarks, Alexander looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, there was a small, unremarkable bar there. Although Mr. Wolfe turned his head to the other side, he just moved his gaze in confusion, and found nothing.

Marka stepped back two steps, bumped his arm coldly, and smiled at Mr. Wolf who was looking back.

"Like I said to Alexander just now," he said, "the wizards took the initiative to stay away from ordinary people, so naturally, we will put magic in this kind of place so that you won't see it ... look at it again! You now You should be able to see it. "

"……Oh!"

Mr. Wolf, looking towards the broken cauldron bar again, was taken aback.

To be honest, Alexander's father was very tough, and it was impossible to see from the outside that he was the kind of man who would lose his heart due to severe blows. If you look at it this way, Alexander's appearance may be inherited from his father, but he is afraid that he is more biased towards the mother who has the courage to protect the closest relative in the explosion.

While darkening under her heart, Maca took Alexander along to the narrow front door of the Broken Cauldron Bar.

This dilapidated bar, as it was yesterday, is still brutal and gloomy. For Maca, don't mention the appearance outside, at least it should be more clean and clear inside, right? Otherwise, whenever Muggle parents pass by here, this first impression is enough to lower their scores on the magic world and wizards.

"Oh-isn't this Mr. McLean? How are you free today ..." As soon as Maca came in, a witch in a bowler hat glanced at him immediately, "Oh, is it a freshman? How are you Guy! "

Maca faintly remembers his name is Dige, the only characteristic of this guy is that he has a particularly loud voice. No, his throat, when even attracted most of the eyes in the bar.

For a while, Maca couldn't do anything but respond to their greetings one after another.

Speaking of which, based on his current fame, let alone in the British magic world, I am afraid that even when going abroad, he will be recognized by some wizards who pay attention to current affairs. Once he had a high profile, his face could no longer be low profile.

"Okay, guys ..." Marka smiled. "Thank you for your kind invitation, but today I'm here for work, so I won't stay with you for two drinks. Sorry—"

As he spoke, he hurriedly led Alexander and Mr. Wolf through the bar and quickly walked towards the back door. It was only in the small backyard in the backyard that he relaxed easily.

"Sir, you seem to be famous here? I feel like they are ... in ..."

"... flattering you."

The word Alexander wanted to say was supplemented by his father.

"Alexandre, I have to say, you feel very keen," Maca shrugged. "Say cheekily-yes, I have some achievements, and you will know it later. But don't think of me It ’s so amazing, you know, most people in this world ca n’t be successful by just one person. In my achievements, there are many other people ’s help ... a lot. ”

When saying these words, Maca couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

In fact, he has been trying to take those dangerous things to himself, but he didn't do much after all. If he did, maybe everything would be more perfect now-even if he understood, what "perfect" is there in this world?

Standing in front of one of the walls of the patio, Maca thought to herself, and stretched out her hand in front of her eyes.

"Alexandria, remember it here," he said, "starting with the gap in this brick, count up three, then two next to it, and then hit it three times with a wand-I'll take it later You go and buy your own wand. "

After all, he used his fingers to point three points on the plain red brick. The next moment, the brick shrank in, and the surrounding bricks flipped aside, and soon a large hole was opened for people to pass through.

"So ... sir, what about your wand?" Alexander stared curiously at the wall and asked himself what he cared most about.

"Oh," Maka laughed. "Because my wand is bigger-you know, it's not so convenient sometimes if it's too big."

As far as the reasons are concerned, his answer is really true, isn't it?

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

When Alexander was attracted again by the weirdly dressed wizards on the street, Marka said in a timely manner what this professor who was in charge of leading the new students would almost certainly say.

"The one opposite is the crucible shop, crucibles, balances, and vials. You will need them-there is a note on the list, remember?" Maca said so, but took the father and son straight. He walked forward, "But before that, we have to go to the Gringotts Wizarding Bank first. The wizarding store doesn't charge pounds."

Diagon Alley is not large, so the shops are lined up extremely closely. Following Maca along the way, the various magical goods on both sides dazzled the father and son.

Until the fork in the road ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the two men suddenly felt wide open, because Gu Lingge finally entered their eyes.

To be honest, Gulin Pavilion is probably the most elegant place in Diagon Alley. This is a high-rise white building with two bronze and silver doors that have been polished and shiny, and a guard standing in front of them.

Yes, except that the guard is really short, there is really nothing to be picky about.

"That's fairies, in fact, they are not much different from us, that is--"

On the street outside the bronze door, Maca was introducing her father and son, but suddenly she heard a very familiar cry in the hall inside the door.

"Time is money my friend!"

"Oh ..." Maca couldn't help crying and crying at the original one, "Yes, I suggest you open an account here-the account opening fee is quite cheap, and low deposits do not charge anything. Custody expenses. In fact, those fairies want everyone to deposit all their money in their vaults! Because then they can watch every day! "