Sivi walked into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, he glanced around, and his first impression of the place was dirty, messy, and poor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info dim light, dark wooden table, notched wine glasses. Everything looks like a run-down tavern. It's still the kind that no one wants to come.

The guests who sat in this shabby little bar looked strange, with dry and dirty hair, and dirty and tattered clothes, with strange ornaments hanging on them, with skulls and withered snake heads.

Sivi even saw an elderly male wizard with big dark yellow teeth hanging a small gray mouse in the front of his wizard hat, and the tail of the little mouse was tied in a small hole in the front of the wizard hat with a knot.

The old male wizard, who seemed to pay little attention to personal hygiene, did another disgusting thing, only to see the wizard stick out his burnt yellow tongue and lick the gray mouse hanging in front of him, from the head to the tail, leaving a dripping saliva on the gray mouse's body, and then the mouse squeaked and screamed.

The wizard licking the rat turned his face, his eyes green in this direction, his gaze fierce, but when he saw Professor McGonagall's figure, like a cat and mouse, he retracted his head, apparently he knew Professor McGonagall and was afraid of Professor McGonagall.

Sylvie noticed that it wasn't just the disgusting wizard who knew Professor McGonagall, but the other wizards who were drinking at the bar clearly knew Professor McGonagall, and many of the wizards were raising their glasses to Professor McGonagall as if to greet Professor McGonagall.

Apparently Professor McGonagall has a great reputation in the wizarding world, and is very popular, and many wizards respect her.

Sylvie turned his head in disgust, he grabbed Hermione's little hand, he felt uncomfortable with everything around him, he pulled little Hermione towards his side, "Come close to me, I can protect you." ”

"Yes." Little Hermione replied timidly, visibly frightened by everything around her, and her small body shrank towards Sivi's side.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with hair that looked almost falling out and a face that looked like a shriveled walnut greeted him.

"Welcome, Professor McGonagall, are you taking this year's Hogwarts freshmen to Diagon Alley?" the middle-aged man greeted Professor McGonagall as he walked in front with a warm smile.

"Yes, Mr. Tom, these are two very nice little ones." Professor McGonagall replied politely.

Tom, the bar's owner, looked at Syvi and Hermione Jr., who were standing behind Professor McGonagall, and nodded at them.

Then he turned his gaze to the Grangers, and saw that they were just two ordinary people, apparently the parents of the two young wizards led by Professor McGonagall, and nodded to the Grangers and his wife, and then turned his attention to Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, then I won't delay your time, after all, it's the children who matter." Tom, the barkeeper, smiled, then stepped aside.

Professor McGonagall hummed, and walked through the back door of the bar to a place surrounded by what looked like a small patio.

"Look, kids." Professor McGonagall reached out a small jet-black wooden stick and tapped it against a brick on the dumpster, turning her head to look at Sivi and little Hermione.

"Count three bricks up from here, and two bricks down the horizon." Professor McGonagall lit the brick wall with a small wooden stick in her hand, in the same way she said it.

"Then click three more times." With that, Professor McGonagall clicked three times on the brick where she had stopped.

The brick that Professor McGonagall had lit began to tremble, and then moved to the side, and the brick in the wall began to move as if some mechanism had been triggered, and a small hole began to appear in the middle, and the brick continued to move in all directions, and the hole in the middle also became larger.

Before long a wide archway appeared in front of them, which allowed three or four adults to walk side by side, and then a road that continued to wind and flow towards the front, paved with multicolored cobblestones.

"Of course, all of the above requires the use of my wand to be effective." Professor McGonagall waved her small black stick and explained to the Granger family, who were shocked by the strange and magnificent sight.

Sivi and little Hermione came to their senses and nodded, indicating that they had heard, but what they noticed more now was the sight on both sides of the cobblestone road.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Professor McGonagall said.

The dazzling sunlight casts on a stack of pots outside the door of the nearest store. Above the pot hangs a large cauldron made of copper - brass - tin plated - silver, complete in models, automatic stirring - foldable.?

As they walked along, strange sights unfolded before them, and a fat woman stood outside a shop that looked like a drugstore, and as they passed, she beckoned to them, "Dragon's liver, seventeen sycos an ounce." ”

"Sico, what unit of money is that?" Mr. Granger, as an adult, clearly noticed the difference in the unit of currency that the fat woman was talking about.

"Oh, I forgot to explain to you that the coins used in the wizarding world are different from those used in the human world, and the currency here has three units, copper nat, silver sico, and gold gallons. Ten copper nats can be exchanged for one silver sico, and ten silver sicos can be exchanged for one gold galleon. Professor McGonagall explained to Mr. Granger the monetary units of the wizarding world.

"But I don't have any of them! Professor McGonagall, do you have any solutions? Mr. Granger was a little distressed, but he knew that Professor McGonagall had a way to bring them.

"Yes, I'll know when we get to our destination." Professor McGonagall laughed and sneered.

They walked towards the front. There was a low, soft whine from a dark, ill-read shop, and a sign in front of the door read: Babbling Owl Shop—Grey Owl, Hornhorn, Grass Owl, Brown Owl, Snow Owl. There are also two or three cages hanging outside, one of which holds an owl with snow-white feathers, which is very eye-catching.

"Look, that's the new Light Wheel 2000, the fastest, and the manufacturer of this broomstick is a sponsor of the World Quidditch Tournament!" Professor McGonagall became agitated for some reason, and she pointed to a broom in a glass window, which the Granger family didn't see any difference from a normal broom.

The cobblestone roads on either side of the road are lined with shops selling wizards' robes, long binoculars and all sorts of strange silver utensils that have never been seen before.

Other windows were filled with baskets of bat wings and unknown entrails and huge fish's eyes, heavy books with strange patterns, quill pens, rolls of pale yellow parchment, glass bottles of various shapes, and even a globe.

Until they came to a halt in front of a tall, ornate, snow-white spire.

Professor McGonagall pointed to the spire and said to them, "Welcome to our destination, Gringotts, the bank of the wizarding world!" ”