Harry had already stuffed the Cloak of Invisibility in his backpack, and he thought that since Dumbledore was not against it, and the Ministry of Magic would not object, it would be a wise choice to carry the Cloak of Invisibility with him, and he might use it, but now that he thought about it, he was not sure if the Ministry of Magic knew that he had an Invisibility Cloak.

Immediately afterward, it occurred to him that going to Diagon Alley should not be in any danger, and that Voldemort and the Death Eaters would not show up openly.

Besides, there were so many Aurors with him, and Aven was there, and he was even more powerful than those Aurors.

Harry's attention quickly shifted and he didn't worry about these things for long.

Along the way, Mrs. Weasley rarely spoke, and her nervousness seemed to be contagious to the others. Mr. Weasley kept talking, repeating the contents of the Ministry of Magic's safety manual, telling them what to do in case of danger, invisibly adding to the tension.

Harry and Ron were still thinking about Quidditch, and they were working on how to form a new team.

Hermione and Ginny were muttering together, and Evan heard the two of them going to buy new clothes.

Speaking of which, because of the tight conditions at home, Ginny's clothes are mostly second-hand.

Her first new robe was given to her by Aven.

Now that she has money, it's natural for this girl to buy new clothes and other things that the girls like.

Watching her and Hermione's discussion, Evan realized that Ginny was no longer the little girl who was held by Mrs. Weasley's hand and ran around, she had grown up, matured a lot, and was a beautiful big girl.

And Hermione, who doesn't seem to be young.

By the time she celebrated her birthday on September 19 this year, she seemed to be 17 years old.

In the wizarding world, reaching the age of seventeen means being an adult, and being able to do a lot of things that could not be done before, ending a memorable first time.

Evan thought so, and now there are not a few days until September 19th, when Hermione is an adult......

Although he is not yet an adult, who cares, whether a man is an adult or not is not measured by age.

Hagrid's younger brother, Glopp, is a testament to this, and men value responsibility and experience more.

"You've arrived. At this moment, the old driver in front said.

That was the first thing he said, and he slowed down into Charing Cross and stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

"I'll wait for you to come back, do you know how long it will take?"

"About two hours. Mr. Weasley said, "Ah, great, he's here!"

They looked out the car window, as Mr. Weasley did, and saw a familiar figure.

There weren't Aurors waiting outside the bar, but there was the large, black-bearded Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts hunting ground warden, wearing a long beaver fur coat and a happy smile on his face, waving vigorously at the few of them, ignoring the surprised stares of the Muggles passing by.

"Harry, Aven, Hermione, Ron, Ginny!" he said in a gruff voice, rushing over and taking Harry in his arms, who was the first to get out of the car, crushing his bones, "How's the summer vacation? It's so nice to see you, you don't know how much Glopp misses you guys......"

"Oh, how's he doing?"

Hagrid looked fine, at least not scarred.

"Very well, he's learned to be polite, and he's not as grumpy as he used to be, thanks to you......," Hagrid said, hugging Evan tightly, "but I haven't found a new giant to keep him company with." ”

"Look slowly, you can always find it. Evan said.

Men with stories tend to be welcomed, even giants.

"Hagrid, we didn't expect the security guard to be you. Harry rubbed his ribs and laughed.

"I know, just like in the past, isn't it? You see, the Ministry of Magic was going to send a bunch of Aurors, but Dumbledore said I'd do it. Hagrid said triumphantly, puffing out his chest and putting two thumbs in his pockets, "Alright, let's go inside." Please, Molly, Arthur......"

They walked into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, which seemed so deserted and empty for the first time.

The bustling crowd of people used to be gone, except for Tom, the owner, who had a wrinkled face and a tooth loss.

As soon as they entered, Tom looked up hopefully, but before he could speak, Hagrid said solemnly, "It's just a passing day, Tom, and you must know that it's Hogwarts business, you know." ”

Tom nodded sullenly and continued to wipe his glass.

Aven, Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and the Weasleys walked through the bar to the cold little courtyard behind the bins. Hagrid held up the pink umbrella in his hand and tapped on a brick on the wall, where a doorway immediately appeared, leading to a winding cobblestone path.

They stepped through the doorway, paused and looked around.

As they've been hearing, Diagon Alley has completely changed.

The windows used to display spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons, all of which were now invisible, but were obscured by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic. Most of these intimidating purple notices are amplified versions of the safety advisories in the pamphlets that the Ministry of Magic distributed over the summer.

Among them, there are also notices with black-and-white photographs of wanted Death Eaters.

Evan is well aware that over the past few months, the number of such wanted notices has increased.

This shows that the number of Death Eaters is increasing, and many dark wizards have joined Voldemort's army, including even a certain number of foreign wizards, who worship Voldemort, regard Britain as the main battlefield of war, and regard the coming war as a holy war, which is constantly pouring in from all over the world.

At the current rate, it won't be long before the entire Diagon Alley will be filled with wanted notices.

As they walked forward, they could clearly see that the windows of several shops had been nailed by wooden planks, including Flolin Fosco's little ice cream shop.

On the other hand, many dilapidated stalls suddenly popped up on both sides of the street.

The nearest stall was set up under a stained striped canopy outside the Blotted Bookstore, with a cardboard sign nailed to it: the amulet, which was effective against werewolves, dementors, and corpses.

A scruffy little wizard peddled a string of silver mascots chained to passers-by and shook them to the ground.

"Ma'am, will you buy one for your little girl?" he called out to Mrs. Weasley as they passed, glancing at Ginny in a daze, "protect her pretty neck?"

"If I'm on duty......," Mr. Weasley said, glaring angrily at the amulet seller.

"yes, but don't go around arresting people now, my dear, we're short on time. Mrs. Weasley said anxiously looking at a list, "I think we'd better go to Madame Morkin's Robe Store first, everyone needs to buy new clothes, they're all growing too fast, okay, let's go." ”