The next morning, Matthew woke up early.

In fact, he had barely rested the night before.

There are many things on my mind, about magic, about Hogwarts, about the world.

Obviously, the world he is in is the wizarding world of Harry Potter in his memory, but it is different from the world in his memory.

What's more, according to Penelope Crivat's description, as a Muggle-born underage wizard, he seems to have been firmly bound by the laws of this world, and there is no way to get out.

In this way, we can only take one step at a time.

With that in mind, Matthew got out of bed, and a little breakfast was laid on the old-fashioned wooden table: cereal, toast, and grilled sausages.

After a few bites, although the taste is a little weird, it is not impossible to swallow.

He already knew last night that the room he was in was in a London pub...... Leaky Cauldron Bar, room thirteen.

A place that is famous in the wizarding world.

Presumably Muggle-born, first-year Hogwarts freshmen, all of whom are going to be placed here?

"Mr. Wakefield, are you up?" said Penelope, just after Matthew had finished his breakfast.

"Of course, I'm done with breakfast. Matthew hurriedly walked over and opened the door to the room.

"Let's go now, then. The other smiled and said, "As a first-year Hogwarts student, you still have a lot of things to buy." ”

As she spoke, she shoved a parchment list into Matthew's hand.

"No problem!" Matthew glanced at the list and slipped it into his pocket.

Probably because of the early hours, there weren't many customers in the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

Several old women sat in the corner with small glasses of sherry, one of them smoking a long cigarette pouch, and a man in a top hat chatting with a barkeeper who looked like a shriveled walnut with nearly stripped hair.

"Good morning, Miss Shimizu. The barkeeper glanced over and saw Penelope walking downstairs with Marcella, and smiled at her, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

"Good morning, Mr. Abbot. Penelope nodded politely at him, "I'm taking my first-year students to Diagon Alley to buy the essentials for Hogwarts." ”

"I wish you all the best. ”

"Thank you. ”

They walked through the bar of the Leaky Cauldron to a small patio surrounded by walls. There is nothing here except some weeds.

"Remember this brick, Mr. Wakefield. Out of nowhere, Penelope pulled out a small stick—her wand.

At the same time, she looked at the wall on the other side of the Leaky Cauldron: "From the bottom left, count 16 blocks horizontally, and then 12 blocks upwards...... Remember not to count wrongly, or it can be quite bad. ”

She tapped her wand three times on the brick.

The brick she had knocked shook and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole grew larger and larger, and in a short time a wide archway appeared in front of them, large enough for two men to pass, leading to a cobbled street that winds and has no end in sight.

"This is Diagon Alley, the largest wizarding street in the whole of England!"

Matthew followed Penelope and walked down the archway, which began to narrow as they entered, and finally became a solid wall again.

......

Probably because it came very early, Diagon Alley was not as lively as Matthew had imagined.

There are few witches and wizards on the roadside, and they come and go in a hurry, and most of the shops are not yet open.

Seeing that Matthew's eyes had been scanning the shops around him, Penelope was a little mistaken about his thoughts:

"Don't worry about money, Mr. Wakefield, Hogwarts will cover the full cost of every student's seven years at the school, especially Muggle-born students...... Let's go to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop and buy a wand for you. ”

"Okay, listen to your arrangement, Miss Crivat. Matthew nodded obediently.

The two continued down the alley as they passed a snow-white marble building that towered over the surrounding shops.

"This is Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank. Penelope explains, "Of course you won't need it until you graduate from Hogwarts. ”

Matthew just glanced at the ornate bank, and then his gaze shifted to a grim fork in the road.

The fork in the road was pitch black, and it was impossible to see anything, and a crooked brass sign hung at the fork in the road, with a large X on it.

"This is ......" Matthew frowned and walked over with some curiosity.

I read the name on the sign: "Tumbledown Alley".

"This road was originally 'Tumbledown Alley'. Penelope walked over and introduced, "Some of the places where extreme wizards hang out, many years ago, there were still many shops selling extreme wizard items...... Ten years ago, however, it was forcibly closed by the Ministry of Magic, and the owners of the shops were imprisoned in a wizarding prison. ”

Looking at the dark fog in the alley in broad daylight, Matthew couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Has Tumbledown Alley been closed?

Matthew turned around in thought, and then he seemed to hit something...... Or rather, a person.

"I'm so sorry!" Matthew turned and apologized.

At the same time, he also saw the true face of this man - an old man, skinny, wearing very dirty pajamas, with gauze wrapped around his hands, and his shoes were old and unshaped, and even the cuffs of his shoes were torn. The whole body was in tatters, a stark contrast to the neat streets and the well-dressed witches and wizards.

"Poor old Umbridge, honorable sir, I haven't eaten for a day...... "The old man dressed as a beggar trembled and lifted a broken bowl with a notch: "A Nat...... One nat will do. ”

Matthew was stunned.

A copper plate was thrown into the beggar's bowl, and Penelope pulled Mathieu's clothes and motioned for him to leave.

"Thank you, beautiful young lady...... Thank you, honorable sir......" I only felt the beggar bow behind them.

"He's ......" Matthew asked a little incredulously after walking a few steps away.

It's hard to imagine that in this world of magic, there will be beggars begging because they don't have money to eat!

"It's just a squib. Penelope said flatly: "Just as a child in the Muggle world has a very small chance of becoming a wizard, a child in the wizarding world will also have a small chance of becoming a Muggle, and that is the Squib...... Don't worry about him, he's not the same kind of person as us. ”

"Why don't you send him to the Muggle world. Matthew couldn't help but ask.

"Because they've learned so many secrets about the wizarding world since they were young, there's no way they'll let them go. Penelope simply replied, "Alright, we're here." ”

The shop in front of it was small and dilapidated, and the gold-lettered sign on the door was new, which read:

"Grigovich: A well-made wand since 473 BC. ”