It's sad to say. Anthony is a caged bird, he has only left Windsor Castle a handful of times when he has grown so big, and the farthest distance he has reached is Buckingham Palace.

As for London?

Scold! Who would dare let an eleven-year-old prince wander around London?

Think about the children of civilian families, what are they doing at this age?

Chasing butterflies in the fields? Or shrimp in the stream?

Thinking of this, Anthony couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment. He understands that as a member of the royal family, he is destined to be like ordinary people. But knowing is knowing, this does not prevent him from hating, or even saying that he hates this life.

However, when he looked at Professor McGonagall, a powerful sense of confidence surged in his heart.

When you have achieved great success, when the sky is high and the birds will fly, you will no longer be bound by this!

This prince, whoever loves to be whom, anyway, he doesn't want to stay in that prison for a second.

As Anthony's thoughts drifted away.

His journey gradually came to an end, and the car slowly stopped at the corner of a busy street street.

"This is it." Professor McGonagall pointed to the cauldron not far away.

Mr. Bond got out of the car very intimately and walked to the back of the car to open the door for Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you!" The professor said kindly.

Anthony also followed the professor and got out of the car together.

Then I looked up and saw the very simple and dilapidated dilapidated cauldron bar.

"Huh! The taste of wizards can be... It's so unique! "I can't really find any adjectives to describe Anthony here, but to call this dilapidated place in front of him, which seems out of place with the surrounding buildings, unique!

Speaking of which, it's actually quite interesting.

The Broken Axe Bar was built in the early sixteenth century, about two centuries before the implementation of the Law of Secrecy, meaning that in the past, the place was accessible to Muggles and would have been welcome.

Of course, this does not exclude some wizards from having fun and looking at Muggles who are dizzy and break in.

Professor McGonagall agrees with Anthony's 'view of uniqueness'.

It was so shabby that every year she brought those Muggle parents in it caused unnecessary panic, and as a gateway to the wizarding world, she couldn't understand why it was so dilapidated.

"Muggles were allowed here before, but you'll understand it when you learn about this history when you go to school." At this point, Professor McGonagall showed herself to be a good teacher, and she seemed eager to explain this history to Anthony, but she didn't open her mouth because of the Muggles around her.

After all, walking down the street in a robe has already attracted a lot of attention.

Mr. Bond, who was just behind the two, couldn't help frowning, looking at the big and the small in front of him, talking to each other. There was a little confusion in my heart.

Because he didn't even see any bar or anything like that in front of him.

On his left is a bookstore, on his right is a record store in the middle, and in the middle...

Isn't that a wall?

A sharp-eyed Anthony sensed the confusion on Mr. Bond's face, and he reached out to take the agent's hand and led him into the unseen bar with the professor.

"It's amazing!"

The three of them stepped into the Broken Axe Bar together, and Mr. Bond's eyes suddenly opened up for a moment, as if they were covered by smoke, and then suddenly blown away by the wind.

Loud sounds, strange smells, and the exclamations of the crowd all poured into his brain.

This...

Mr. Bond's vigilance rose in an instant, and the surroundings were the same as the run-down taverns in the middle of nowhere, when he was on a mission in Central Africa.

What surprised him even more was that there was a giant in front of him who looked at least 10 feet tall.

Instinctively, he hurriedly stepped forward, protected Anthony behind him, and looked at the unshaven and unkempt giant with unshaven eyes.

"Oh! Professor McGonagall! Hagrid looked at Professor McGonagall following behind him in surprise.

"Hagrid?"

"What a coincidence! Professor. With that, Hagrid pulled Harry over to him and said, "Harry, this is the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts. ”

It was a skinny child who looked like the usual child laborers in London in the last century. He wears large round glasses, black hair is messy, and his green eyes are full of cowardice.

As for the clothes he was wearing, oh, it wasn't his own, because it was too big.

When Professor McGonagall heard this, her eyes instantly fell on Harry's body, and there was a rare look of emotion on her serious face. "Harry?"

"Have you all grown this big?"

She reached out and smoothed out a few strands of hair on top of Harry's head, then patted him on the shoulder and continued, "From now on, Hogwarts will be your home!" ”

"Okay, Professor!" Harry was a little restrained, it was the first time someone had been so kind to him, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, and in the end all he could respond was to smile shyly.

"Professor Quirrell! You're here too! ”

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall noticed a man sitting at the wine table, wrapped in a circle of purple turbans.

The man was looking at her with a surprised and flattering expression, like a mouse seeing a cat, and trying to please him like crazy.

"Mai... Wheat... Professor McGonagall. "He stuttered a little.

"Non... It's a pleasure to meet you! ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Professor McGonagall said quietly, she and Quirrell had known Quirrell for many years, and although Quirrell was not her own student after graduating from Ravenclaw, the professor was naturally impressed by this excellent graduate, and he had been a professor of Muggle studies before, and had been a colleague of himself.

He was a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who was transferred this year.

But...

The cat's acumen, Professor McGonagall clearly felt that the guy in front of her was a little different from last year?

I hadn't seen him stutter before. And that dress? It's weird, isn't it?

However, she didn't think much about it, but continued: "Okay, these two freshmen still have to buy their own freshman utensils, so let's not waste time." ”

Say it! Professor McGonagall nodded to Quirrell, and the five of them headed to the small patio behind the bar.

Bypassing the bar of the Leaky Cauldron, you will find a small patio surrounded by walls on all sides.

It's like a garbage heap. Nothing but weeds and garbage cans.

Hagrid smiled innocently, looked down at the two children, blinked, and then took his fan umbrella and tapped three times towards the top of the trash can, and then three times horizontally.

Then the bricks suddenly seemed to come to life, first shaking and cracking a small hole, and then the small hole gradually expanded, and slowly an archway appeared.

Along with the archway, Hagrid's rough and tense voice was heard.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"