Harry felt that today must be the best day he had ever had in eleven years, as a giant named Hagrid had saved himself from the clutches of the Dursleys, he had taught Dudley a hard lesson, and he had celebrated his birthday.

Most importantly, magic, wizards, it's all true, not some boring prank.

There's really Hogwarts, and I'm really a wizard myself, and I'm going to go to a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Harry felt a little fluttering, as if a balloon was quietly popping up in his heart.

Hagrid led Harry to a dirty, cramped pub in London.

"Remember the Leaky Cauldron, Harry, it's a very famous place."

Hagrid walked in with Harry, and Harry was surprised to find that everyone in the room seemed to know him, and Harry suddenly found himself shaking hands with the people at the Leaky Cauldron.

Is it true that he is really a celebrity in the wizarding world, as Hagrid said, but he has never done anything, Harry thought to himself as he looked at his hands, a little incredulous.

But soon, Harry, who was standing in front of Diagon Alley, forgot all about it all, and watched in amazement as the arch behind him shrank and eventually reverted back to a solid wall, and his mouth was big enough to fit an egg.

Harry looked back at the starry shops around him. I can't wait to keep a fresh record of everything I see in front of me, the shops, the objects on them, and the people who shop.

"Alright Harry, we'll have time to go shopping later, now we're going to get the money first." Hagrid dragged Harry, who was reluctant to go, thinking about the end of the road.

Passing by a drugstore, Harry vaguely heard a fat woman standing outside the pharmacy complaining, "Dragon's liver, seventeen silver and one ounce, Merlin is on top, it's only been a few days, and the price has risen again, they're really crazy!" ”

Soon, after seeing the true face of the magical magical race of goblins, he once again sat in the Gringotts' characteristic cart that was constantly speeding through the underground labyrinth.

Harry stood in front of his vault, looking at the piles of gold gallons, mountains of silver sico, and bronze nat, and felt his heart struck by an invisible sledgehammer.

Merlin is on top, and he has received more surprises in one day today than he has in the previous eleven years combined.

What would the Dursleys think if they knew they had such a fortune in the London underground? Harry thought excitedly.

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In the evening, Harry and Hagrid set out on their way home. Along the way, Harry didn't say a word.

For him, there are already too many surprises today, whether it is the huge wealth buried in the ground, the magical world with different styles,

Or the wonderful feeling of the first wand in life, and the birthday present that Hagrid gave him, a pure white snow owl.

All of this made Harry have an infinite yearning for this magical wizarding world and Hogwarts.

However, in Lady Morkin's robes shop, Harry had a brief exchange with the strange, arrogant boy, and a magical genius named William who was his own age.

Suddenly, Harry realized that he was still the same ordinary person who knew nothing about the wizarding world and couldn't cast a single spell.

What if it all was fake, what if he couldn't actually cast a single magic, Harry thought with some despair.

Will they send themselves back to the Dursleys, and how the Dursleys will laugh at themselves? The thought of this made Harry's originally happy mood suddenly frustrated.

"We still have time to eat before the train departs on the way back."

Hagrid said to Harry, who bought a burger for himself and Harry, and ate it on the plastic chair at the station.

"What's wrong with you, Harry? Why don't you say a word," Hagrid asked, looking at Harry, who was absent-mindedly holding a hamburger in his hand.

"I don't know what's going on, everybody thinks I'm special."

Harry thought for a moment, then finally spoke. "But I, I don't know anything about magic, what if I don't really have any special skills?

What if I wasn't a wizard at all? Why do Professor Quirrell and Mr. Ollivander expect me to do great things?

The things that made me famous, I don't even remember at all, what happened on the night my parents died? I had absolutely no idea. ”

Hagrid looked at Harry, a kind smile beneath his unkempt beard. "Don't worry, Harry, trust me, you're definitely a wizard, you were born with it.

At Hogwarts, wizards of your age start with the basics, and soon you'll learn how to use magic, cheer up, Harry. ”

Hagrid put Harry on the train and handed him a letter, "This is the ticket to Hogwarts, be sure to keep it, on the first of September, at King's Cross Station, these tickets are all there."

If the Dursleys dare to bully you again, write to me with an owl, this little guy knows where to look for me, goodbye Harry, goodbye to Hogwarts. ”

The train slowly leaves the station, and the story of Harry Potter begins.

On the other side, the Friedrich estate.

William didn't feel the same nervousness about becoming a wizard as Potter was, after all, using spells was as common to him as eating and drinking. Just now, William had just finished his magic experiment.

For a visitor from another world, William's greatest asset is his brilliant imagination far beyond the wizards of this world.

You must know that in the previous life, under the huge Internet, a large number of novels and games provided countless ideas and directions for the study of William's magic.

In the experiment just now, William was trying a new spell-casting technique, which William named as a super-magic specialty - spell extremely effective, as the name suggests, is to inject more magic power into a spell than the spell needs, and then make the spell exert several times more power.

But obviously, this is not as simple as it says.

It is important to know that the structure of the spell is fixed, and if too much magic is injected, it will put a lot of pressure on the spell structure.

If you don't have the skills to manipulate the magic power, then obviously the entire spell structure will disintegrate, causing the spell to fail to be released, or even worse, the magic power gathered at the tip of the wand will no longer be controlled, and then boom, creating a serious magic explosion.

Judging by the smile on William's face, the experiment seemed to go quite smoothly.

But in reality, William's control of magic was far from the mastery of this specialty.

However, with the cooperation of William's magic wand, any magic that passes through the wand is like a docile sheep, at William's mercy.

It was really a magic wand, William thought, and he always had a vague sense that it was different from those in Mr. Ollivander's shop, and that it seemed to have a mind of its own.

It should be that I thought too much, William shook his head, how can a wand have thoughts, it is just a kind of alchemy product, speaking of alchemy, he has not gone to his father's study to borrow the ancestor's alchemy notes.

Thinking of this, William walked briskly towards his father's study, not noticing that the tip of his wand suddenly flashed a strange red light.