These days, many owls have landed in the open space of Privet Road. Apparently, as in the books, Harry's aunt and uncle did not allow Harry to open the Hogwarts letter.

On Sunday, Aitch saw four people walking out of No. 4 Privet Road through the window. That's them, the three of the Driss family and Harry. It seemed that the endless letters were driving them crazy, and they wanted to find a secluded pure land, avoiding the dark green handwriting of Hogwarts.

It's July 29th, and it's been four or five days since Edge's reply was sent, so it stands to reason that someone should have come to the door in the next two days.

Aitch was writing non-stop after breakfast, going to school at Hogwarts, and finishing some serialized novels, which was an explanation for both Miss Gray and herself.

In the morning, Ms. Grey arrived at No. 5 Privet Road on time as usual, to tidy up the housework for Aitch and start lunch.

"Ms. Gray, I've found a school that accepts me." Edge's good news caught her off guard. You know, for Edge, who has no guardian and no information file, in the past few years, he has not been able to find a school willing to accept his application for admission. In fact, Aitch had been self-taught for several years, and sometimes, watching him alone flipping through the Oxford Dictionary, Ms. Grey herself had a sour nose. Even though it's a magic school that I've never heard of, at least it can let him go to school like a normal child, right?

She was washing Edge's dirty laundry, and if she left it for a few days in the summer, the smell of sweat would be as sour as vinegar. That's when the doorbell rang.

Professor Minerva McGonagall is a serious-looking witch who wears a green cape, tied black hair, and a pair of glasses.

She pulled out a roll of parchment, 5 Privet Road, well, here it is. But after she rolled up the parchment, she turned her gaze first to the empty house at No. 4 Privet Road, which was a feeling of longing. She knew that there was no one inside, so she withdrew her gaze, and at once she gathered all her emotions, turned back into the serious professor, and turned around and pressed the doorbell on the 5th in front of her.

The door was opened by a Muggle lady in her thirties, and the scent of soap powder on her hand indicated that she was washing her clothes, and she welcomed Professor McGonagall inside, and it was the main person who stepped on the floor upstairs to step on the floor. An eleven-year-old boy, about 1.4 meters tall, moderately fat, with russet hair, wearing a mask that covers half of his face, and the gaze under the mask is more dizzying than the dementor's incantation, and he takes a graceful step, barefoot, and tramples the floor with great amusement.

"Hello, Mr. Edge, I'm Minerva McGonagall, and I'll be your Transfiguration Professor."

"Hello, Professor." Aitch bowed slightly politely, "But, Professor, before I leave with you, out of curiosity about the future, could you please show me the existence of magic?" ”

"Oh, of course." Professor McGonagall pulled her wand from the wand cover under her cloak and waved it, and the small table in front of the three of them was replaced by a large wardrobe. Aitch applauded.

"You know, for some young wizards who are not from wizarding families, I always have to show my hand to win the trust of their parents, and I have to come several times a year." Professor McGonagall suddenly turned the closet back into a small table, "Don't be surprised, you'll learn it at Hogwarts." ”

"Well, let's go, there's still a lot to prepare." Professor McGonagall put her wand into her wand holster, and took Edge, who had also stood up, out of Miss Gray's sight.

Professor McGonagall takes Aitch by train to London, squeezing through the crowds of a busy street, past bookstores, music shops, burger joints, and cinemas, and into a small, dirty pub. It's the Leaky Cauldron Bar that Aitch hasn't found for a long time.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall, have a sign?" The top of the old bartender's head was bare like a swollen walnut.

"This is Tom, the bartender." Professor McGonagall gave an introduction, and then said to Tom, "No, this is the freshman Edge, and we need to go to Diagon Alley." ”

"Oh yes, another little wizard, Hogwarts is the best school." Tom continued to wipe his glass.

Professor McGonagall led Aitch to the back of the bar, a pile of garbage and weeds, a brick wall with moss, and nothing else.

"Remember," Professor McGonagall said, drawing her wand and counting up the garbage heap, "three up...... Traverse three ......" lightly knocked on the bricks.

"Alright, stand back." The brick she touched began to vibrate—the middle part squirmed violently, and a small hole appeared—growing larger and larger—and a second later a large arch was placed in front of them. This arch leads to a cobblestone street that zigzags forward until it is out of sight. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

The two stepped into the arch together, and Aitch turned his head to see that the arch behind him had become a solid wall again. The sun shone brightly on the piles of cauldrons outside the nearest store. On it hung a signboard that read: Cauldron - all sizes - bronze, brass, ash, silver - automatic - folded.

As Aitch walked down the street, his head kept turning around, trying to see everything at once. The novels and movies in my memory are still real and shocking. Outside the shops, shops, and those who were shopping, a very plump woman stood outside the pharmacy, shaking her head vigorously, and shouted: "Lizard liver, seventeen syris ...... per ounce."

A low, soft cry came from a dimly lit shop with a sign that read: Owl Rental Center—tawny, reddish-brown, all-brown, tan-haired, snow-white, many boys about the same age as Aitch pressed their noses against the window, and inside the window was the magic broom they had always dreamed of. "Look!" Aitch heard one of them say, "The new 'Light Wheel 2000' is the fastest." “

There were also shops selling robes, binoculars, and strange silver fixtures that Aitch had never seen before, and buckets of bat spleens and eel eyes were piled up in the windows, crumbling piles of incantation books, rolls of parchment, medicine bottles, and all sorts of balls.

They came to a snow-white building, which was much taller than the small shops around. Standing next to the glossy bronze gate, dressed in crimson and golden yellow uniforms, was - "This is our first stop, Gringotts." Lo and behold, that's the goblins. Professor McGonagall whispered as she stepped up the white stone steps towards the elves. The elf was about a head shorter than Edge, he had a swarthy face, a pointed beard, and Edge's fingers and feet were very long.

As they walked in, the goblin bowed to them. Now they were facing the second door, silver, with some words engraved on it:

Please come in, stranger, but beware of the consequences of greed.

For those who only know how to take and do not know how to give, they will definitely receive the most severe retribution.

So if you are here to find wealth hidden under the earth that does not belong to you.

Thief, then you have to be careful to find more than treasure.

"This is the safest place in the world, except for Hogwarts, it is said that there are dragons guarding the vaults here, and the vaults are all underground, you have to suffocate before you can escape." Professor McGonagall said.

As they passed through the silver gate, two more elves bowed to them. Then they came to a hall paved entirely of marble, where about a hundred elves sat on high stools behind the counter, scribbling ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, and poring over the precious stones through a magnifying glass. There were too many doors to the hall to count, but there were more elves leading people in and out of them, and Professor McGonagall led Aitch straight to the counter.