"Hiccup~"

Newt gave a brisk burp with a slight smell of alcohol.

Xu was usually too strict with Mrs. Tina, after boarding the carriage with Gretel.

He couldn't wait to order a hot and fragrant butterbeer, pick it up and drink it all.

Xu felt Gretel's gaze, Newt said.

"Underage wizards aren't allowed to drink alcohol, but there's lava chocolate milk, which is a favorite of young wizards in the Americas."

Glitter shook his head in refusal, refusing to consume alcohol, equally insensitive to the sweet drink.

Speaking of which, Newt actually liked Butterbeer, which was a bit of a surprise to Gretel.

You know, butterbeer is not so much a liquor as a slightly alcoholic drink.

This drink has always been more popular with young wizards.

Many of the senior students at Hogwarts go to Hogsmeade every week for the butterbeer.

Some people will even bring it to school to drink, such as a certain senior at the year-end dinner.

Hogwarts does not support this behavior, though.

But among adult wizards, it is not so popular, and that sweet taste will always cause adult wizards to complain.

Adult wizards generally prefer a little stronger flame whiskey or redcurrant rum.

Or a slightly lower level mead, such as Dumbledore, who often drinks it in the office.

After a short break, Newt ordered another glass, took a sip, and pointed out the window from time to time, introducing Gretel to the wizarding stronghold hidden in the Muggle world below.

Newt was right, the Thestrals were indeed comfortable and quick, and they had reached their destination for the day before the second glass of butterbeer was finished.

"Alright, we're here." Newt stood up, poured the last half of his beer into his stomach, and dropped a Galleon thirteen silver sicos on the table.

The place to get off is in a remote alley in the middle of the city, with a street sign that says This St.

At another intersection not far away, the sign turned out to be Another St.

Curious about the name of the road, Gretel secretly complained in his heart.

"Follow the sign for thirteen steps and tap the mailbox three times with your wand."

Newt said and did, and after three taps, the huge mailbox cracked in front of the two of them.

"Hurry up, tie yourself to the wall of the barrel with your seat belt."

Newt's voice was urgent, and it was only then that Gretel noticed two seat belts embedded in the wall of the mailbox.

Fasten your seat belt, reclose the cracked mailbox, and disappear with a strong sense of weightlessness.

——

"How does it feel?" Newt smiled and straightened his messy silver hair.

"Well, how to put it, it's exciting."

Gretel's heart was palpitating, who would have thought that the American shopping street in Diagon Lane, England, would have such wild means of welcoming guests.

Hearing Gretel's evaluation, Newt instantly burst out laughing, and his hearty laughter made many wizards passing by look sideways.

However, it is clear that Newt's reputation is also a household name in the American wizarding world.

Everyone who saw him politely took off their hats and then hurried away.

"Welcome to Market Street."

Newt looked happy, he was happy, and it looked like the young Gretel still had the side of his own child.

"Like Diagon Alley, this is a shopping street for wizards in the Americas, where you can buy everything related to wizards."

Newt was right, you can buy everything here.

There are shops on both sides of Market Street, and there are even black magic shops that can only be opened in Tumbledown Alley in the UK.

The mutilated mummy cowered in the corner of the window to hide from the sun.

Dried lizards and bats sway proudly under the eaves in front of the store.

Looking at the eerie corpse box, it is also erected in the window brightly, attracting customers who need it.

But Glitter didn't have a chance to take a closer look, as he passed by the shop.

Newt grabbed his hand and walked over quickly.

There were also a few dusty fireplaces on the side of the street, and every now and then one or two dusty wizards would come in.

"Floo.com, the Wizarding Congress of America has exchanged technology from the British Ministry of Magic, but obviously, they basically don't maintain it.

Normally, although Floo is uncomfortable, it will not make people so embarrassed. ”

Newt's tone was filled with gratification, glad he hadn't been so embarrassed with Gretel.

Maybe it's because America is really wild, and there are many wizards who directly change their shapes in front of the store they want to go to.

"Isn't there a shapeshifting spell here?"

Gretel asked curiously.

Like Diagon Alley in the UK, let alone a shapeshift, if you put a simple fluorescent spell in Diagon Alley, you may face accusations from the Ministry of Magic.

"There used to be, but it was canceled after a protest by the wizards of the Americas."

"Protest action?"

"Yes, the protest is that American wizards have the right to cast spells freely, and it is inhumane to ban them, so now Market Street doesn't even prohibit spells."

Newt's tone was full of confusion and shock.

"Of course, I don't recommend that you take your wand out."

At Newt's motion, Glitter saw a man who had been kicked out of the store by a salesperson with a wand against his head.

Judging by the unemitted magic at the tip of the wand, it should be a fairly powerful attack spell.

Moments later, two trench coat-clad Aurors arrived and took the suspect away.

"I'm not going to rob it, I just want to ask them if they can put two magic gems on my wand."

However, hearing his defense, the salesman spat viciously.

"Have you ever seen a serious man come to a thrift shop and pull out his wand and ask for gems?

If it weren't for the self-defense rating guidelines that were issued the other day, you'd have to put yourself together by now. ”

Newt spread his hands, "Got it." ”

The person next to him seemed to be a tourist from another country.

Hearing Newt's words, he nodded kindly with Gretel.

"I'm here to buy you a few puppets to practice dueling, Dumbledore's letter says you're being targeted by the Death Eaters.

I think you need to strengthen your self-protection.

After all, no one can protect you at all times except yourself. ”

Gretel's eyes lit up.

Since Halloween Eve, after discovering that he can't deal with trolls, Glitter has set out to study attack spells that work for him.

However, the core of the unicorn hair's cane did not cooperate, so the progress was slow.

Newt's words, there should be a way to solve it.

Gretel's sudden eager gaze made Newt scratch his head all of a sudden.

This little Gretel, how can he live like a changeable monster, and he will have a face for a while.

After buying the puppet, at Gretel's request, Newt bought him a set of equipment for making potions, and went to the pharmacy to buy the potion materials that Gretel needed.

"Dr. Scamander, I'll give you the money when I run out of potions on consignment."

I have to say that the development of Potions in the Americas is really too rough.

A bottle of Joy Elixir, which only has eighty percent medicinal potency, was sold for as much as twelve Galleons.

You must know that in England, a bottle of Joy with perfect medicinal effect only sells for ten Galleons.

I have to say that Ami has its own national conditions, and Gretel seems to see a shining mountain of gold in front of him.