It is obvious that even an offer letter is something as ordinary as an ordinary thing in Hogwarts that is clearly different from the Muggle world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For example, the director of the orphanage, who had made up his mind to let him go to the public school, resolutely signed the receipt after seeing the notice, instead of considering what a college that needed so many magical things, and did not have the slightest suspicion of this unheard of school, it was clear that this serious violation of the law of secrecy was covered up by the magic peculiar to the letter.

For another example, now, when Alan took the letter and told the driver the location of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, the driver who was still teasing me had a look of sudden realization.

Apparently, with the help of this letter, the driver managed to avoid the effects of the spell attached to the Leaky Cauldron, just like Hermione's family in the Mane Three, who did not have Hagrid's guidance like the main character.

With a clear address, the sturdy driver did his job better than Alan had expected - the car stopped half an hour later in front of a dilapidated bar that gave no doubt that it would be demolished in the next second.

After Alan had paid enough for the fare, Mr. Driver began to mumble away, and unsurprisingly, when he left, he would soon forget the place under the influence of the spell, after all, the Ministry of Magic has the strictest attitude towards London's largest shopping street (?).

After getting out of the car, Alan began to look at the dilapidated bar in front of him, this famous place.

Obviously, the décor of this place does not match its great reputation, as the original book says, it is dim and dirty, and it is fundamentally different from the two shops with bright windows around it, and the first impression of standing in front of such a bar is often inferior liquor, dim lighting, the smell of tobacco all over the house, and the chaperones dressed in vulgar powder.

This made Alan very suspicious that there would be drunk drinkers at the door of the bar to solve the problem of convenience for their own convenience, but when he turned his head, this was not a remote corner, this was a pedestrian street in the wizarding world, and peeing in front of this bar might be similar to the effect of starting a live broadcast. Alan couldn't help but complain, maybe, the person who did this can be on the Prophet's Daily or something?

The first thing that caught Allen's eye upon entering the bar was the barkeeper, whose hair was almost stripped and looked like a shriveled walnut. At this moment he was wiping a beer glass vigorously with a dirty rag - Merlin blessed, those who drank that glass of wine would not have diarrhea or anything.

In the dim light of the candle chandelier, Alan could clearly see the few customers in the bar. A couple of London wizards in wizarding hats were playing bridge over there, and judging by the few glasses full of wine next to them, it was clear that they were in good spirits, and as for why wizards played such Muggle things as bridge, they had to ask Merlin.

At the other table were two wizards playing chess, but judging from the noisy knight's chess pieces, the two wizards might have bought a new chess, because the knight shouted in a voice that everyone could hear: "You goblin with a head full of dung, how can you put the brave me in this dangerous position, this kind of thing is not what a noble knight should do, do you see the soldiers over there? Let him go!"

Alan said that if he had such a chess game, maybe the fireplace would be a good home for this guy.

At the third and last table, there was a guy enjoying a cigarette, of course, this guy was a pseudo-smoker, because Alan clearly saw that the cigarette was rolled by himself, and he stepped out of his short legs that did not correspond to his slender body and crawled over - hmph, the guy who would not even enjoy the joy of cigarettes!

While Alan was scanning the gang, the good-hearted owner of the bar had noticed the awakened customer and raised his hand to beckon, "Oh, a new customer, but the law says you can't drink alcohol at your age?"

Alan struggled to reveal the shyness of a child of this age who had just arrived in a strange place, and responded, "Sir, I'm sorry, I don't have even a single nat on me. I'm a new Hogwarts student this year, and I got the bank to exchange money first. ”

"Oh, time flies, is it another year of Hogwarts recruitment?" Tom, the owner of the hotel, patted the head with a few hairs left, picked up a light green bottle from the wine rack on the side, slammed it open, poured it into the cup he was wiping just now, and then pushed the cup over, and said loudly: "It's okay, this cup is for you, child, Hogwarts is a good place, just let Old Tom celebrate your admission!"

The words were very heroic, and old Tom was indeed a good person, and Alan was very moved, and then wanted to refuse very much.

And then the eggs.

Judging from the people in the shop, Tom was the only one who could help him open the door to Diagon Alley, so he raised his glass as if he were dead, and drank it as if he had drunk a pair of bitter herbs, but from his mouth came a slightly bitter sweetness, and even his spirit was shaken, and a lot of fatigue was dissipated - you can't expect Alan to get a good night's sleep after such a big stimulus.

"It's great, it's the best drink I've ever had!" Alan said without hesitation.

Obviously, his words sounded very pleasant to Tom, and the boss opened the bar and patted Alan on the shoulder with his wide palm: "Good young man, with such good eyesight, you will definitely be the top student in the school!"

What does drinking a glass of wheatgrass juice have to do with eyesight? What does good eyesight have to do with honors? This is learning magic, not learning to be a pilot, is it possible that Harry Potter is a poor student with glasses? Alan sneered helplessly, and then asked cautiously: "So, Mr. Tom, can you take a little time of your time, I need someone to take me into Diagon Alley." ”

"Oh, of course, kid, it's a gesture, come, follow me!" said old Tom as he led Alan to the back door, to the small walled patio.

"Come, kid, look at it, this way. Old Tom walked a few steps to the trash can in the corner, took out his wand, and counted, "Count three up and up—and two more horizontally, yes, here it is! Remember the child!" he began to tap the brick lightly with his wand.

The brick he had knocked shook and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole grew larger and larger, and in a short time a wide archway appeared in front of them that was large enough for Hagrid to pass through, leading to a cobblestone street that winded and had no end in sight.