Chapter 50 The Leaky Cauldron (Please Read On)

With a deafening bang, a three-story, bright purple bus appeared in front of Gret.

The words Knight Bus were written in gold on the bright windshield.

The sound of steam sounded, and the door opened. A wizard in a purple uniform with big protruding ears stuck his head out.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, which is an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress.

Just stretch out your wand and get on the bus, and we can take you anywhere you want to go.

My name is Stan Thornpark, and I am the conductor of the Knight Bus."

If there were any other way, Gret would not want to take the Knight Bus. After all, from past rumors, we know that its comfort is almost zero.

But since he was back in London, the traces bound to his body made him give up the idea of ​​using magic to travel.

Why not choose the Muggle mode of transportation? Gret is not crazy yet.

The moment he came back through the portkey, Voldemort must have locked him.

If he dared to relax, the Death Eaters would not mind having an exciting battle royale with him in the Muggle world.

Gretel knew his level. He was able to kill Fenrir and Selwyn by surprise.

They just lost their battle due to a lack of information.

Gretel really didn't think he had the level to fight the Death Eaters head-on.

Especially, in this situation where Voldemort was determined to get him.

There were people crossing the ocean in America, and now they were back in Great Britain, the manpower they could mobilize was definitely beyond his imagination.

Even if the backbone of the Death Eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban, it was not something he, a quasi-second-year wizard, could contend with.

The Knight Bus was the most suitable and only choice for him now.

Rejecting the offer of fourteen Sickles for a piece of chocolate, Gretel gave Thunpark eleven silver Sickles.

"Diagon Alley, thank you."

The driver was an elderly wizard with thick glasses on his ears.

Gretel was sure that he must not have changed his glasses for a long time.

Because on the way to Diagon Alley, his car stumbled and always turned back when it was about to hit the sidewalk.

If the lamp posts, mailboxes and trash cans on the street did not dodge by themselves, Gret believed that in a few days, Great Britain would have an urban legend.

Gret had thought of the content of the legend. Legend has it that there is an invisible monster in Great Britain, and it always likes to destroy public facilities in Great Britain.

Wherever it passes, the lamp posts will be broken, the mailboxes will be twisted, and the trash cans will be crushed.

All you can do is hide on the sidewalk honestly. The sidewalk has a barrier that it cannot enter. Don't try to uncover its secrets.

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Gret resisted the urge to get carsick, and when he arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron, he jumped down in a hurry.

He ignored the words of the ticket seller Sampark behind him: The Knight Bus is committed to taking every wizard out of trouble. Welcome to take it next time.

Gret swears that compared with the Knight Bus, Apparition is definitely comfortable.

After touching his pocket, he regretted not preparing an extra bottle of demulcent.

He took a few deep breaths and finally managed to calm his churning stomach.

"Ding-dong~"

Several drunken wizards who had been drinking in the broad daylight looked up and went back to the table.

Gret didn't expect to see an acquaintance here.

"Hi, Gret."

Hannah Abbott sat at the bar and greeted Gret happily.

In the first grade, they took potions and flying classes together for a whole school year.

It was not until Gret walked to the bar that Ina noticed his face.

"Gret, you don't look too good. Did you come here by the Knight Bus?"

In Hannah's shocked eyes, Gret nodded.

"Oh my god, that's unfortunate. Would you like a glass of butter beer to calm it down? Don't worry, I'll treat you."

"Forget it, no, I don't like drinking. If possible, please give me a glass of warm water."

"Of course."

Hannah turned and went into the kitchen of the bar. In a few minutes, she brought back a glass of warm water and a plate of sour lollipops.

"Eat something. I learned from other wizards that when you are carsick, eating something sour can make you feel better.

You know, our bar is always so lively and you can see all kinds of people.

I see a lot of wizards like you who get off the Knight Bus every day."

Grete rested for a long time before his face became ruddy again.

Hannah was flipping through the second-grade textbook while curiously asking about his recent situation.

"I heard that you were targeted by a mysterious person. Is that true?

Don't worry, the Leaky Cauldron guarantees the safety of customers.

Are you planning to live here? I promise that no one can break into the Leaky Cauldron and rob people."

This little girl has never been so talkative in school. She always looks nervous.

Especially when Snape was staring at her in the Potions class.

"Maybe I really need to stay here for a few days if Hogwarts can't let me move in early.

I came here today to Diagon Alley to prepare textbooks for the new semester. I didn't buy the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks needed for the new semester in America."

Although he didn't want to spend the money.

"America? Have you been to America? How is it there? Isn't it fun?"

Hearing Gretel's words, Hannah's eyes almost glowed with excitement.

"It's okay, I think it's not much different from London, except of course the Muggle world."

"What, you went to the Muggle world?" The little girl was really excited and even attracted the attention of the bar guests.

The real owner of the bar emerged from the kitchen, approached and patted Hannah on the head.

"Hannah, your friend? Do you mind introducing me?"

Sure enough, if he is not the savior, he is not even qualified to be remembered.

Thinking about it, Gretel was also taken to Diagon Alley by Hagrid before Harry. Obviously, Boss Tom did not remember him.

"McGarrett, a first-year Ravenclaw, who was in class with Miss Hannah, nice to meet you, Boss Tom."

After Grete introduced himself, the bar owner Tom suddenly understood, patted his head and laughed.

"I remember, when you entered the first grade, Hagrid took you to Diagon Alley, but I remember you were skinny and small at the time, but this year you look like a big kid.

By the way, our Hannah wrote about you, saying that at their level, there is a genius this year, and it’s you, right? "

Hearing Tom's words, Hannah blushed suddenly and pushed him back to the kitchen.

"Go and cook, I'm hungry."

Tom smiled heartily, "Okay, okay, I'll cook. Leave your classmates here to eat at noon. I'll cook more."

Hannah didn't agree for Gretel, she just looked at him.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

Gretel and Hannah had a pretty good relationship, and they often helped Hannah with potions classes in private during the last school year.

Hannah felt relieved and said, "Uncle Tom, please cook more. Gretel has a big appetite. I saw him eating several steaks by himself in the restaurant."

[The relationship between Tom and Hannah has not been found. The author pretends to be an uncle from the same family as Hannah. If there is any error, the official version shall prevail. 】

"By the way, Grete, don't you still want to buy textbooks? I'll go with you. There are a lot of textbooks and it's easy for two people to take them." This time Hannah didn't wait for Grete to agree.

He ran to the kitchen to give an explanation, grabbed Gretel and ran straight to the patio.

Hannah Abbott should be in and out of Diagon Alley so often that she doesn't need to count bricks like Hagrid.

He casually stretched out his wand and struck it, accurately opening the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Thanks to book friend another month boss for your monthly ticket support, thank you very much.

Hannah Abbott is not the heroine. Please don’t get me wrong. Hannah is written here to develop the plot of the new semester and Cedric Diggory.

Dear book lovers, good night and sweet dreams!

small theater

Hannah: Gretel, can you tell me what’s the difference between America and us? Have you had any strange experiences in America?

Gretel: It’s almost the same as London, but it’s a little more free. (Yes, you can see American-style Iai every day on Market Street)

It wasn't any bizarre experience, I just went there to hide from the Dark Lord's minions. (Referring to killing two Death Eaters)