Chapter 4： Diagon Alley (1/2)

”Albert, are you sure we didn't go to the wrong place?” Herb was checking the map in his hand, but couldn't find the bar that Professor McGonagall said.

”We need to find the bookstore first. The next door to the bookstore is a record store.” Albert raised his finger to the big bookstore in front of him, and next door was a record store.

”This is it? But I...”

”...Can't see where the bar is?” Albert finished talking for him.

He would never pay attention to the small bar next to the big bookstore if it weren't for special observation.

People passing by in a hurry did not even look at it, of course, including his father Herb.

”I have seen the bar, do you remember what Ms. McGonagall said?”

”Can't find a Muggle bar?” Herb muttered, ”I hate the word Muggle.”

Herb held his son’s hand and was moved forward by Alberta. A few seconds later, he saw the legendary broken cauldron bar.

That is a dirty cramped bar.

”I hate it, it's so dirty.”

”Me too, go in!”

reduced the disgusting expression on his face, the father and son pushed the door one after another into the bar.

dirty, messy and dark.

This is the two people's evaluation of this bar. Inside are some men and women who don't look normal. Most of them are elderly. They also have ridiculous top hats on their heads, which look very funny.

If this group of people walk outside the street, they can definitely attract the attention of countless people, but now they are even more alien here, as dazzling as a ray of fire in the dark.

Herb immediately calmed down, walked towards the counter, looked at the bald old man and asked tentatively: ”Mr. Tom?”

”Little wizard from a Muggle family?” Tom looked at Albert, then looked up and smiled at Herb. ”You want to ask how to get to Diagon Alley?”

”Yes, Mr. Tom, Professor McGonagall said you can take us to Diagon Alley.” Albert also looked at the old man in front of him, barely squeezing a polite smile on his face.

”Of course, please come with me.” Tom walked out from behind the bar and beckoned the two to follow.

The three came to the backyard of the bar, where there was only a brick wall, a trash can and a few empty wine barrels.

”This trash can will stay here all the time. You need to count three pieces on top, and then two pieces in the horizontal direction. This is the brick.” Tom pointed his finger at the place he had just tapped with his hand, and then pulled it out. The wand tapped on the brick three times, then turned to Albert and said, ”When you have your own wand, you can open the entrance to Diagon Alley by yourself. Remember, use the wand three times.”

The brick knocked by Old Tom began to tremble, and the brick wall moved strangely. A small hole appeared in the middle. The opening of the hole became bigger and bigger. It only took a few seconds to form a strip in front of the three people. The archway they passed.

A cobblestone street stretches from underfoot to the front, flanked by shops, and there are many wizards and hawking stalls on the street.

”Welcome to Diagon Alley.” Tom smiled at the two.

”Mr. Tom, how shall we go back later?” Herb asked.

”After you finish shopping, you can open the door as I did just now.” Tom answered Herb's question patiently, not forgetting to remind: ”By the way, you'd better go to Gringotts to find the fairy first. Exchange for Kanon. Muggle coins cannot be used here. Going forward from here, the white building is the Gringotts Wizarding Bank.”

”Thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Tom.”

”Happy to you.” Tom smiled and waved to the two of them, then turned back to the bar, he liked the job.