Chapter 4

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Wayne didn't expect Humphrey to actually say that. 

He had checked out a lot of information about the wizarding world through Downing Street channels after returning home yesterday. He quickly explained Humphrey's research to Professor McGonagall and felt a bit touched. Humphrey had investigated because of his nephew. Although the information was outdated, Wayne understood.

Professor McGonagall looked at Wayne deeply. His family held a very high status in the Muggle world. In the magical world, his title was comparable to the twenty-eight prestigious pure-blood families. Many little wizards at Hogwarts came from Muggle families, but someone like Wayne was rare. At least she didn't have to explain the various questions raised by parents. Wayne accepted the existence of magic easily.

"Mr. Lawrence, since you have no questions, let's set out for Diagon Alley," Professor McGonagall said. "By the way, bring some Muggle cash, which will need to be converted into wizard currency."

It was not yet half past nine, but McGonagall still looked anxious. The admission of students from Muggle families was usually handled by several deans. However, Professor Sprout was in the United States visiting a senior, and Snape had been taken away by Dumbledore. This year, McGonagall's task was particularly heavy. In the afternoon, she had to visit another young wizard. 

"What's their name again? Granger?"

"Please wait a moment," Wayne said obediently. He went upstairs, grabbed a schoolbag, and walked back down. McGonagall glanced at him, feeling rather serious, but she didn't say anything more. She put her hand on Wayne's shoulder.

"Hold your breath. It may be a little painful, but it will be over soon," she warned.

Without waiting for Wayne to respond, McGonagall activated Disapparation. There was an explosion out of thin air, and the two figures spun and disappeared, as if they had been sucked away by a toilet.

Wayne felt like the world was spinning. When his vision cleared, they arrived in a small alley.

"Apparition," McGonagall explained. "One of the ways wizards use to travel, generally used for relatively short distances. The first time is hard, but it gets more comfortable. Are you okay, Mr. Wayne?"

"It's nothing, just a little dizzy," Wayne replied, rubbing his sore eyebrows. He hadn't slept all night, and the experience made him feel sleepy. Led by McGonagall, the two reached the entrance of a bar. The door was very shabby, contrasting with the record store and bookstore next to it. Pedestrians passing by didn't even notice the bar or know it was there.

When they entered the bar, McGonagall's appearance caused the noisy environment to quiet down instantly. Many wizards stood up subconsciously, looking very nervous, which made Wayne want to laugh.

Most wizards in England graduated from Hogwarts and had been students of Professor McGonagall. Seeing their former teacher reminded them of the fear of being dominated by her, just like mice seeing a cat.

"Professor McGonagall."

The bar owner, Tom, smiled and said hello: "Oh, this little wizard is so beautiful. Is he a new student this year?"

Wayne smiled, looking very shy.

Professor McGonagall nodded: "Yes, I brought him here to buy teaching materials and equipment. By the way, Tom, I remember that your children will also go to Hogwarts this year, right?"

"Of course." Speaking of this, Tom was obviously very happy: "Hannah has been waiting for this day for a long time, but there is a high probability that she will be Hufflepuff's new student."

McGonagall also smiled: "If a Gryffindor is born in the Abbott family, this matter will definitely be on the front page of the Daily Prophet."

Many people started laughing. The Abbott family is also one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. All members of their family are from Hufflepuff, and there have been no exceptions for hundreds of years.

After a few brief exchanges of greetings, McGonagall led Wayne through the bar and into the small walled patio, where there was nothing but a trash can and weeds.

"Count three bricks up and two bricks sideways." McGonagall muttered softly, and pointed her wand at a brick that was obviously more concave inward than the other bricks. She tapped it a total of three times.

The bricks trembled rapidly and small holes began to appear. Then the holes grew larger and larger until a winding cobblestone path appeared.

"Please remember this brick and my actions, Mr. Lawrence, so you can come to Diagon Alley by yourself in the future."

Wayne asked softly: "Professor McGonagall, if... I mean, if this bin is moved or replaced with a larger or smaller one?"

McGonagall's mouth twitched, and she looked at Wayne in disbelief. This "if" made her panic.

"Mr. Lawrence, there were once two little wizards who had the same idea as you. They put the trash can on the other side."

Having said this, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and her face turned ugly: "Hogwarts received a complaint, and their house was deducted 50 points for this."

"After this, the bin was permanently bonded, making it impossible to move or replace it."

Wayne wisely did not ask which house these two little wizards were from. In fact, judging from Professor McGonagall's expression, he had roughly guessed something.

Following the witch, Wayne raised his legs and stepped through the arch and onto the cobblestone road. The CBD of the British wizarding world appeared before his eyes.

There are countless shops on both sides of the long cobblestone street, many of which have crooked signs. The wizards on the street are bustling with people constantly appearing and disappearing, making crackling explosions.

In the distance, a snow-white house divides Diagon Alley into two forks.

"Let's change the money first and then buy the wand."

Along the way, Wayne's eyes never stopped wandering between various stores. Professor McGonagall had seen this situation too many times, but she still couldn't help but smile.

Watching Wayne eagerly walk into Gringotts, McGonagall thought back to the question he had just asked. She always had a hunch that this little guy was not as obedient as he seemed.