"Little Rolf, let your grandfather accompany you to Diagon Alley today to buy school supplies," Tina suggested at the dinner table as she poured milk for Rolf.

Newt seemed to be afraid of what Rolf would think, and immediately continued: "Your Aunt Queenie is here today, and your grandmother has to wait for her at home, so she can't let the guests wait too long, right?"

Aunt Queenie? When he thought of the aunt with her short hair, who was also almost 90 years old, but still full of energy, he was a little frightened.

Because all his thoughts were hidden in front of this aunt, he suspected countless times that his identity as a reborn had been exposed.

The most frightening thing is that she is not only a master of regents, but also at the suggestion of Aunt Jacob, she studies psychology to disguise her natural magic.

Rolf turned his head to look at Grandpa Theseus, who had been in his house for almost a week, and then thought of Aunt Queenie, who was about to be sliced and studied by several bigwigs, and wanted to light a candle for her.

But for some reason, he was a little excited at the thought of Aunt Queenie going to be sliced and studied?

"Buy whatever you want, I'll give you some gold Galleons later, don't care about your grandfather's opinion!"

Grandpa Theseus, who was eating bread, saw Rolf looking at him, so he spoke very generously.

I don't know why, Rolf always feels that the atmosphere is extremely weird, as if several bigwigs are avoiding something?

Aren't they going to spend it on purpose? and then let Grandpa, who doesn't have much of a presence in spells, accompany them?

Rolf nodded as if he didn't understand anything, saying that it was no problem, and thanked Grandpa Theseus very politely for his generous gift.

Originally, I thought that my grandfather would take my phantom to move over, but I ended up stuffing a handful of Floo powder into my hand, and then said, "Watch me demonstrate, if you don't understand anything, ask your grandma." ”

After saying that, he ignored Rolf, but walked into the fireplace, said a word and disappeared with a pop.

Since he has never awakened his magic, his grandparents have never taken him to Diagon Alley or other wizarding markets, so he has never had the opportunity to use Floo Net.

Rolf secretly thought to himself that this kind of flying road network was a civilian magic teleportation array, and he could finally experience the unique transportation mode of the wizarding world this time.

"You must make clear the name of the place you are going, child," Tina admonished Rolf, "and don't go to the wrong door when you come out......

"You know, there are many kinds of magic fires, you have to choose right, but as long as you speak clearly......" Tina's explanation was not over, and Grandpa Theseus on the side interrupted,

"He's going to be fine, Tina, don't be nervous. "It seems...... Was he in a hurry to work on their unknown experimental research?

"Well, little Rolf, remember, as soon as you step into the fireplace, say where you are going. "Keep your elbows clenched, and keep your eyes closed, or you might get caught up in cinders."

Rolf nodded, indicating that he understood, and then clutched the pinch of Floo powder tightly and walked to the edge of the flames.

He took a deep breath, walked into the fireplace like his grandfather, and sprinkled a handful of powder around.

Needless to say, this way of walking looks dirty, and Rolf's user experience is extremely poor, and he feels that what he should do more is to hold his breath and avoid choking on cinders.

He felt a flame burn like hot wind, and he opened his mouth, and sure enough, he immediately took a large puff of hot cigarette ash, and his worries actually came true......

"Diagon Alley. He coughed as he swallowed the choking soot. Rolf felt as if he had been sucked into a giant drum washing machine.

His body seemed to spin rapidly, the whistling sound in his ears was deafening, and he desperately tried to open his eyes, but the swirling green flames made him feel dizzy.

Suddenly, something hard seemed to hit his elbow, and he quickly clamped his arms tightly, for fear of being hurt by it, while his body kept spinning and turning.

Then it seemed as if a cold hand was lapping his cheek, and he squinted to see a series of furnace doors vaguely flashing.

He could vaguely glimpse the room outside the fireplace, and the breakfast he had just eaten was still churning in his stomach, and he had known that Floo Net was this kind of experience, so he didn't eat so much just now.

He hurriedly closed his eyes and begged the washing machine to stop soon, for he felt like he was about to throw up.

His prayer came true, and when he felt like he couldn't hold it anymore, he fell face down on the cold stone floor.

Rolf didn't feel very good, dizzy, bruised, and covered in soot.

He scrambly got up, looked at himself covered in soot, and was still thinking about what to do, when Newt, who had taken the lead before, came over and helped him up.

"How's it going, little Rolf?"

Not good, not at all, but Rolf didn't dare to open his mouth, for fear that one would accidentally spit out all the breakfast.

He shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and then saw Grandpa walk out of the fireplace with him.

Although Rolf had heard about the squalor and crampedness of the Leaky Cauldron for a long time, he was still a little disgusted when he saw it with his own eyes.

As a famous attraction that can be called a must-see place for Internet celebrities, it is too dark and dirty.

Rolf looked around, carefully examining the point where the wizarding world and the Muggle world were connected, the Leaky Cauldron.

Inside, a sparsely seated crowd of customers, a barkeeper with almost stripped hair and a bearded walnut-like look was pouring drinks for the guests at the bar.

When the barkeeper saw Newt, he greeted him enthusiastically and loudly, "Good day, Mr. Scamander, would you like a butterbeer?"

"No, I'm going to take my grandson to buy supplies for Hogwarts today. Newt patted Rolf on the shoulder and introduced himself to the boss.

"Rolf, this is Tom Abbot, you can call him Mr. Abbot. This is my grandson, Rolf Scamander. ”

Looking at Hannah's father, who is known as an iron beater, he is a little worried about the hair of his future classmate Hannah Abbott.

"Hello, Mr. Abbot, it's a pleasure to meet you. Rolf greeted the boss Abbot politely.

Afterwards, the old and the young walked through the bar to a small walled patio on all sides, where only a few weeds survived except for a brick wall, a garbage can, and a few empty wine barrels.

Newt pulled out his wand and whispered, "Count three up, two in the cross." Alright, little Rolf, stand back. Then I saw my grandfather tap his wand three times on the wall.

Rolf watched his grandfather's movements, but wondered to himself, how did he find the first wall tile?

I saw that the brick that Grandpa had knocked just now shook and then began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became bigger and bigger.

In a short time they appeared in front of them, a wide archway large enough for an adult to pass through, leading to a cobblestone street that winds and has no end in sight.

"Welcome," Newt said seemingly happily, "welcome to Diagon Alley." ”

Grandpa pulled Rolf along the archway, and when he turned sideways to look back, the archway that was originally wide open actually narrowed after the two passed, and then slowly and automatically became the original solid wall.