Until the train arrives at the station, Joel can't find a suitable opportunity, Bernie has been sitting by the window sulking, and he can only wait to get back and write to Helis to explain the situation.

Speaking of letters from the wizarding world, we have to mention the magical owl.

They claim to be able to send their owner's letters to any corner of the world and find their recipients.

This is not accurate, except for a very small number of owls who are not professionally qualified (you, Ron's owl piggy), most owls can remember their owners' homes and some landmarks, such as Hogwarts Castle, and of course, they can also recognize familiar recipients.

But they can't find the recipient, for example, Joel had booked a year's worth of daily newspapers, but suddenly there was an urgent matter in the morning to make a ferry to France, would the newspaper owl chase after him?

Of course not, the impatient owl will return the same way with the newspaper, of course, Joel can also write a letter to send his owl to pick up the newspaper, the process will be more troublesome, the owl is very sensitive to the direction of the owner, as long as they are hungry, there are various ways to find their owner and ask for feeding.

Joel left the address of the Leaky Cauldron with Helis, and when the train came to a stop, he walked out of Platform 9 with his suitcase and Bobby in tow.

He saw Eddie hugging his parents with a slight smile on his face, and a feeling called envy welled up in his heart, sour and astringent.

Since I learned the news of the original parents of the body, this situation has happened frequently.

This feeling is both familiar and unfamiliar, and the last time this emotion appeared frequently was after the divorce of his parents in his previous life.

This is by no means good news, Joel seems to have no control over his body, and the memories and emotions left by the original owner of the body still affect him.

Obviously, the soul of the original owner of the body has dissipated, why does this emotion still appear in his heart?

Joel didn't figure it out for a long time, so he quickly sealed his stomach full of doubts in his heart, and took a taxi to Charing Cross Street, the sunset was gradually setting, and the fiery red light pierced Joel's eyes with pain.

This street is famous for the American author's "84 Charing Cross Street", which coincides with the summer vacation, and there are many tourists who come to check in.

Joel paid the fare with the change he had left over from the last Christmas holiday reselling gold, and he cautiously squeezed through the tourists, sneaking into the Leaky Cauldron pub with Muggle bans on it while no one was looking.

The bar was still dark and quiet, and it was cool to enter Joel, Tom was still leaning on the bar and wiping his glasses as usual, and there were not many wizards in the shop, except for a few people passing by as they walked in and out of Diagon Alley.

"Staying in a hotel?" As Joel approached, Tom looked up.

"Uncle Tom, I'll pay for a week's room first," Joel smiled, "Room 11 is unoccupied, right?" ”

"Of course not," Tom put his glass down and took out the key to room 11 and handed it over, "You're only going to stay for a week?" ”

"I'm tight," Joel shrugged, "and I probably won't be able to get much money out at once." ”

"Son, I can reduce the room fee appropriately...... Tom hesitated, "you know, the upstairs room is empty and empty. ”

Joel was a little surprised in his heart, but he still refused, he was not really short of money, naturally it was impossible to accept Tom's favor, he was never a person who did not repay his kindness, and he always had to pay it back, and it would be a bunch of troubles when the time came.

Back in the familiar room, Joel set everything in order, and then let the owl Bobby out for a walk, which had been holding back for a day, and ran out with flapping its wings, while Joel himself took out two chocolate frogs from his backpack.

As soon as he unpacked the package, a flash of fire appeared in the room, like the afterglow of the sunset that Joel had seen today.

The firelight shrank into a ball in midair, and after three seconds, the firelight disappeared and a note fell, accompanied by a dash of ash around it.

It's a shame, Joel knows it's Dumbledore's unique way of sending messages with Phoenix Fawkes.

He unfolded the note and saw a row of scribbled words: I will arrive at the Leaky Cauldron Bar at 8:30 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Joel let out a long sigh of relief and stuffed the chocolate frog into his mouth as he tried to jump out of the wrapper to get free, crunching and chewing it.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Joel woke up punctually, washed up, and went downstairs for breakfast, where Uncle Tom's craftsmanship was still poor, the bread was hard and coarse, and even the mushrooms were half-cooked.

After all, Joel went back upstairs after filling his stomach, and carried his suitcase, which contained tens of thousands of gold galleons, which he had to carry with him, which was not very convenient, and he planned to deposit the money into Gringotts after receiving the inheritance.

When he got downstairs, he saw Dumbledore already standing, dressed in a moon-white robe, with a white beard hanging down to his waist, smiling and chatting with Tom, the barkeeper.

"Ah...... Joel, very punctual. Dumbledore saw Joel on the stairs and beckoned.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Joel stepped forward to say hello.

"How's breakfast?" Dumbledore smiled and asked, "I don't think you like Tom's breakfast, do you?" I ate here 10 years ago and almost broke my old man's teeth. ”

Tom let out a hearty laugh, and Dumbledore couldn't help but say that he took Joel to a McDonald's on the street.

"Becoming an Immortal"

"I want a cup of McCoffee, some more sugar and creamer," Dumbledore rushed to the counter as soon as he entered, "another cheeseburger with eggs." ”

"Joel, what are you going to eat?" Dumbledore then looked at Joel, "Whatever you want, it's good to hit the road when you're full." ”

Joel sighed, not pointing out the ambiguity of Dumbledore's last sentence, just a cup of coffee.

Joel could tell that Dumbledore had deliberately wanted to come to McDonald's, and the whole breakfast was the most delicious he had eaten, and after eating the hamburger, he took a sip of coffee full of milk and sugar, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"The sweetness is just right, the temperature of the burger is just right, and the Muggle cooking skills are still worth commendating."

Joel couldn't hold back his eyebrows from twitching twice when Dumbledore said this, he had just seen the waiter pour three packets of sugar into this cup of coffee, which was absolutely sweet according to normal human taste.

"Eat well, huh? Let's go now," Dumbledore led Joel out of the fast-food restaurant, "I should have enough free time for the morning." ”

"Hold my hand, Joel." In the deserted middle alley, Dumbledore stretched out his rough, dry palm, and the moment Joel touched it, the space twisted and turned, sucking the two of them in.