Chapter 3 Diagon Alley
"The rain wets my eyes, and I look forward to returning to the hall every year..."
Not quite used to the dizziness caused by the portkey.
Raven hummed a tune that no one else could understand, forced herself to stand still, and followed Nicoléme to open the door of the Leaky Cauldron.
The lights in the room were dim and gloomy, and the bar was covered with oil stains and scratches.
The bald old man with one missing eye and clumps of hair, and the witch with only a few yellow and black rotten teeth, sat around the small coffee table in twos and threes.
Old Aibo, a part-time bartender, was mechanically cleaning the glasses.
He didn't care about the new customers. At this time of year, there were many Muggle parents who came to Diagon Alley from him.
But it was obvious that these two men were not dressed like Muggles, so there was no need for him to bother reminding them.
Even the group of dark wizards in Knockturn Alley know that such old bones are very difficult to mess with.
Most likely he lost too much vitality while studying black magic.
Xiao Ban, an old wizard who really lived to this age...
Ha, the kind of old man who can live until his beard and hair turn gray can easily knock off three or five Aurors with one finger.
"Count three pieces on top of the trash can, and two pieces across the trash can. Hit it three times with your wand."
As if he remembered the reason for building the wall last time, the bar owner, who had almost all his hair taken off and looked like a shriveled walnut, still spoke.
Last time, the old guy from the Wilder family didn't know the location of the bricks in recent years, so he directly
【Big bang bang】
The whole wall was blown to pieces.
He is also an honorary member of Germany's Wizengamot.
In the end, he had to pay a fine and it took the bar owner a month just to replenish the magic on the wall.
Raven took off his hat and saluted Old Aibo.
Then he took the teacher to the backyard.
Although the house was very messy, Nicoléme was a germophobe. Both the manor and his clothes were enchanted with the magic of disinfection and sterilization.
"Let's go, let's go, there will be rats here. I hate rats the most..."
Old Nico urged with a look of disgust.
Raven naturally knew the reason. There was only one patient in the world suffering from Black Death PTSD.
Dude, Dude, Dude
The walls mix and change on their own.
Merlin opened his beard, and the noise belonging to the magical world rushed towards the master and disciple like a surge.
There was a tinkling sound from the dancing cauldron.
In front of the window of a Quidditch boutique, a bunch of little wizards clung to the glass, marveling at the new Nimbus 2000.
The hoarse hoot of an owl came from the owl shop.
The air smelled of weird potion materials.
The last time I felt such a noise was when I was just studying in my previous life, Raven recalled.
In this life, I basically spent my time going back and forth between school and the manor.
In his previous life, he had just traveled through time and was in the fifth grade. He killed Lanlock with cabbage and put down the goblin rebellion. Then he acted recklessly, monopolized ancient magic, raised magical animals in captivity, and wiped out poachers.
As a result, I felt boring as soon as I graduated and simply went to the world of the dead to torment.
In this life, he will definitely be able to experience a normal wizard life. Raven strengthened his belief.
Then he took out a huge sheepskin magic book.
There is a large Hogwarts school emblem imprinted on the cover of the book.
"Practical Guide"
Reading this book, Raven was quite speechless.
This was originally a tutorial book given to him by Deputy Headmaster Weasley in his previous life. After he monopolized ancient magic, he transformed it into an opportunity for future generations.
The holder can collect pages like dragon balls, increase the level, and then upgrade the talent to become a legendary mage. This is how it should be.
But since I was persuaded by them to live a new life.
Raven was not pretentious. Early on, as soon as she passed the sleepy infancy, she asked her phoenix "Phineas" to retrieve it from the restricted book area of Hogwarts through soul contact.
In order to have fun, he had no intention of using those super powers that would ruin the gaming experience.
The gadget I left behind is enough to run rampant in this world.
After all, this is also the key to opening your own base.
According to Phineas, the magical animals he collected before were doing well in the base.
There are just too many short-lived Pu Rong Rong and Xiu Xiu.
emm...
Old Dicko also worked hard.
Quietly sweating for his butler, the house elf.
With a quick sweep of his right hand, he pulled out the admission letter tucked inside the "Practical Guide" and handed it to Nicoléme.
Holding the letter in his left hand, the wand turned into a quill, Old Nick asked Raven while writing and drawing.
"Tin cauldron, telescope, crucible, scales brought from home, clothes, do you want clothes?"
Raven thought for a moment and answered, "You need the bottom clothes. After all, they were clothes made directly from the alchemy body in the past. There is no need for the jacket. I am ready."
Old Nico didn't say anything, nodded and continued reading.
"Textbooks... Let me take a look. I have these books at home. They are all first editions sent by publishers and authors. They may be a little old, but the content is the same. There is no such thing as a revised version for wizards."
He folded the admission letter again and handed it to Raven.
Old Nico looked at Raven and continued, "Then let's buy a wand first. The wand is the second life of the wizard. There is no need to worry about the owl or the undershirt."
Hearing this, Raven looked surprised.
"Teacher, didn't you customize a wand from Grigovitch?
He is very optimistic about this pure mineral wand made of magic stone powder and mist dust. As the former owner of the Elder Wand, he is looking forward to the day when his work can defeat the Deathly Hallows. "
The afternoon wind blew away Nicolas Flamel's thoughts, as if taking him back to the afternoon when he talked with Dumbledore.
Then he took out a wrapped metal box from his large robe, handed it to Raven and said to him.
"Yes, of course you can defeat the wielder of the Elder Wand with this powerful wand, if you wish, even within a few years.
But, do you know how Dumbledore convinced me to let you attend Hogwarts? The bargaining chip he gave was a happy life. I think you can understand this very well, right? "
Looking at Old Nico's face full of expectation.
After thinking for a moment, Raven replied
"Well, Dumbledore is really a terrible guy. While convincing you, he can also convince me from a distance."
After accepting this gift that could easily rewrite the pattern of an era, Raven said to Nicoléme seriously.
"I'll only use it when necessary, I promise you, sensei."
The two masters and apprentices walked to a dilapidated display window, in which a faded wand was displayed.
[Ollivander: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC]
Pushing open the door of the old store, Raven began to look at the store.
Even though they have moved, this store is still so small and rundown, Raven thought.
The wands packed in boxes are placed in rows on the shelves. It's not messy, but it's not neat either. Some boxes have accumulated a lot of dust.
In his last life, he picked his wand from [Ollivander's] in Hogsmeade. It seems that due to the goblin rebellion, their descendants opened the shop in Diagon Alley.
There was a tinkling sound from the back hall, and upon hearing the arrival of a new customer, the shop owner put down the half-finished wand in his hand and walked to the front desk.
"Good afternoon..." The shop owner's originally soft voice seemed to be greatly surprised, and his voice was raised several tones.
"Huan. Welcome to Ollivander! Master. I am Garrick Ollivander. I have seen your portrait from family records. My grandfather was fortunate enough to be mentored by you."
As if seeing an idol, the shop owner became incoherent.
Yes, this is the legendary alchemist.
The only alchemist to complete the Philosopher's Stone.
An alchemist who lived for six hundred years.
As a magic craftsman, meeting Nicholas Flamel is almost the same as meeting Merlin.
