It was still London, but it was no longer the one in his memory.
Looking at the unfamiliar street, Harry was deeply aware that the world he was in now was another parallel world. There was no Skyheart Sect, no Blue Tide, or perhaps the Dragon Division, but it had nothing to do with him.
Hagrid thought Harry was tired when he saw him standing in the street, confused. He took his hand and walked forward, shouting," We're almost there. It's just ahead."”
When Harry was still Lanxi, he was very interested in Harry Potter. Potter. Every time she finished her mission in England, she would go to the streets of London to wander around, trying to find the legendary Leaky Cauldron. Although she did not succeed once, she still enjoyed it.
So, when he finally saw the small and dirty bar sandwiched between the bookstore and the record store, the pleasant surprise that he had hoped for made the sadness that he had painstakingly brewed disappear without a trace.
It was indeed dark and dilapidated inside, but there were many people drinking. Everyone smiled and greeted Hagrid as they walked in. The old bartender, who was serving a young customer, reached out for another glass when he saw Hagrid and said,"Same as before, Hagrid?"
"No, Tom, I have something important to do.”
Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder, which seemed to be a little too hard. Harry rubbed his shoulder and smiled at the old bartender, a little embarrassed.
"Merlin!" Tom stared at Harry."Is this-is this-"
The whole Leaky Cauldron fell silent. Everyone stared at Harry, who smiled shyly and inched closer to Hagrid.
"God bless us!" "Welcome back, Harry?" said Tom, bursting out from behind the bar and clasping Harry's hand, his eyes brimming with tears. Potter, welcome back!"
Harry shook hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron, looking confused as Hagrid smiled at him.
"Mr. Potter, my name is Rorish. "Croft, I can't believe I'm finally meeting you here."”
"I've been wanting to shake your hand-I'm a bit at a loss.”
……
"Mr. Potter, I am so happy to see you. My name is Dedalus. Diggle."
"I've seen you before!" "You bowed to me once in a shop."”
"He still remembers!" Dedalus? Diggle shouted excitedly,"Did you hear that? He still remembers me!"
Finally, after the chaos, Harry felt an evil and cold aura approaching, and the black jade on his chest was slightly hot. His expression did not change as he spoke to Rolis. Croft shook hands again, and Hagrid began to introduce a frail young man. []
"This is Professor Quirrell, Harry," said Hagrid."He'll be your teacher at Hogwarts.”
After enduring Quirrell's stuttering compliments, Harry looked at him with admiration and curiosity."What do you teach at Hogwarts, Professor?”
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," whispered Quirrell. "Of course, you…you don't need to study anymore, right? After all…"
" No," said Harry with a smile." I've just come into contact with the Wizarding world. I need to study hard, Professor Quirrell. I'll leave it to you."”
Quirrell avoided his eyes and laughed dryly."Is that so? I…I have to go back and study a new book I bought about…vampires. See you at Hogwarts.”
"Goodbye, Professor," Harry stepped aside.
After Quirrell walked out of the bar, Harry breathed a small sigh of relief. He had been so close to Voldemort just now that he did not dare to use his spiritual sense to probe Voldemort's depth, but he felt a cold gaze looking at him for a long time. It seemed that Voldemort did not notice the flow of true essence in his body. The first confrontation was considered a draw.
"No need, you can ask him for advice at Hogwarts.”
Hagrid ruffled Harry's head and led him into the backyard of the pub, where he stood on top of the rubbish pile and began to count the bricks on the wall.
" Three blocks up…three blocks sideways…" He mumbled and knocked the umbrella tip against the wall three times.
An archway large enough for Hagrid to walk through appeared in the wall, leading into a winding cobblestone street that stretched out endlessly.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
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Belong to Harry at Gringotts? Harry was stuffing large quantities of Galleons and Sickles into the Emerald Bracelet in Potter's vault when Hagrid wasn't looking-he didn't want to have to go through another withdrawal, the cart was so fast and bumpy that even a Cultivator like him couldn't stand it!
Hagrid secretly stuffed the package from vault 713 into his arms. When Harry deliberately asked, he said seriously," This is a secret."
Harry shrugged.
It's just a piece of broken stone that can turn stone into gold and prolong aging. I don't lack money now, and I'm not afraid of aging.
Then, Harry reflected bitterly on when he had changed his catchphrase from "Miss" to "Young Master".
Everything on the list had been bought, and Draco had been seen. Malfoy did not look as arrogant as in the original novel, and Harry got the most satisfying birthday present of his life, Hedwig the owl. Harry objected as Hagrid prepared to escort Harry back to the Dursleys.
"Do…do I have to go back?”"Aunt Petunia and the others must still be angry," said Harry, scowling at Hagrid."If I go back now, they'll put me in the cupboard again, they might not even let me go to Hogwarts, and Dudley's tail-"
"I see," said Hagrid, looking down, his face flushed-though not quite visible-as though he were aware that his recklessness had caused Harry a great deal of trouble."So... so where are you going to spend the summer?”
"Can I get a room in the Leaky Cauldron until school starts?" Harry asked expectantly. That way, I can have a good stroll around Diagon Alley.”
Hagrid scratched his head and said in distress,""I'm not sure... Dumbledore might not agree... but the Muggles will take it out on you if we let you go back, eh... maybe we can send an owl to Dumbledore?”
Hagrid was growing impatient when Hedwig dropped Dumbledore's reply onto Harry's lap, and when Harry opened the note, he pressed his large, furry head eagerly toward him. Harry sneezed and rubbed his nose, admiring Dumbledore's smooth handwriting.
"Dear Harry? Mr. Potter: You can stay in Diagon Alley during the summer holidays and familiarize yourself with the Wizarding world as soon as possible. I hope you will pay attention to your own safety and stay away from dangerous places.
Yours faithfully, Albus? Headmaster Dumbledore."
When Hagrid had finished reading the note, he breathed a sigh of relief and handed an envelope to Harry.
"This is your ticket to Hogwarts," he said."First of September-King's Cross Station. It's all written on the ticket. If you run into any trouble, you can ask Hedwig to send me a letter. She knows where to find me. Goodbye!"
Harry put away the envelope, said goodbye to Hagrid, and beamed as he began to plan his summer vacation.
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Apart from shopping for a few suitable Muggle outfits, Harry spent the whole summer wandering Diagon Alley, familiarizing himself with almost every shop. He had been extremely busy during this period of time. He had disassembled and studied the magic items he had bought and put them back in the same place. He had made potions according to the prescriptions in the Potionology textbook and asked Tom to guide him.(He hadn't eaten anything in the Leaky Cauldron on the day he'd discovered that Tom was very good at it), tasted all sorts of strange pastries and sweets, and took a picture of the magic he'd been wanting to see for a long time (Harry looked very shy in the picture, and after a long time of disgust, he was glad that the picture didn't expose his mischievous nature). He spent most of his time in Flourish and Blotts, hungrily engrossed in the study of magic.
Harry realized that his initial contempt for magic was unreasonable. A knowledge system that had been researched and perfected for thousands of years was no less than cultivation. Moreover, the sects in the cultivation world rarely communicated with each other. Which sect didn't hide their mental cultivation techniques? In the world of magic, there was no such thing as keeping one's own things to oneself. Except for powerful or extremely evil black magic, almost all spells could be found in books. If there were any new and beneficial inventions, the author would immediately announce them. All these had greatly promoted the development of magic. Although cultivators also paid attention to moves, they paid more attention to their mental state and cultivation. Even refining pills and weapons was for the ultimate ascension. Even though Magi had short lifespans, they could learn countless spells in their lifetime, and some of them were powerful. Today, no one could be sure of the exact number of spells.
If a self-cultivator were to fight against a wizard, unless they relied on their profound cultivation, they would not be able to defeat those various spells in a battle between people of the same level. Harry thought gloomily.
Even though he had a photographic memory, Flourish and Blotts still had too many books for him to finish before school started. Moreover, the bookstore was constantly buying new books. He could only regretfully postpone his reading plan until next year's summer vacation.
On August 31st, Harry took one last stroll around Diagon Alley, plundered the candy shop, went to the bookstore to buy a few books that he didn't have time to finish but felt needed, and bought enough potion materials to kill all the students at Hogwarts before reluctantly leaving. At night, he packed his luggage and put it into the suitcase that he had bought from the magic shop and cast spatial magic. After making sure that he did not miss anything, he went to Tom's room and said goodbye to him.
"Grandpa Tom, I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow.”Harry said."You must take care of yourself. Don't drink too much. It's bad for you.”
"What's the point of being healthy if you don't have alcohol to drink?" Tom sneered.”
Harry was speechless. This Tom really had the demeanor of Li Xunhuan. Fortunately, he would occasionally sneak in in the middle of the night and use his true essence to help him adjust his body. Otherwise, with the intensity of his drinking, he really did not know how long he could hold on.
The two of them often discussed Potions together, and as they spent more time together, Tom lost the awe he had when they first met and completely regarded Harry as his own child. In his opinion, Harry was smart, well-behaved, diligent, and a good student. He had fully stimulated his teacher-like side. When Harry made a mistake in making the potion, his criticism was also quite harsh and merciless, letting Harry experience Professor Snape's education method in advance.
Tom spent half the evening telling Harry the secret history of Hogwarts, and though some of it was exaggerated and some of it was groundless, Harry still listened with great interest. He was especially surprised that Tom knew about the Chamber of Secrets being opened fifty years ago. Although he did not know who the real murderer was, he insisted that Hagrid had not done it and repeatedly warned him to be careful of Slytherin.
Tom had a habit of drinking a glass of water every morning when he woke up. Harry slipped back into Tom's room after he had gone to bed and melted some protective charms into his glass.
Harry left the Leaky Cauldron early the next morning without waking Tom.
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