Pa! Pa!
An owl was tapping on the window with its paw, a bulging envelope in its beak.
Twain, who had finished the Holy Flame Curse experiment, walked to the window and pushed it open.
The owl flew in, landed on the table, dropped the envelope, and flew away.
It was a light yellow kraft paper envelope with a school seal made of four animals: a snake, a lion, an eagle, and a badger.
The long-awaited Hogwarts admission letter had finally arrived.
Twain opened the envelope.
Other than the names of the principal and vice-principal, the contents of the letter were similar to what he had expected.
Just as he was about to flip through the list of books and equipment attached to the letter, a line of small words at the bottom of the letter attracted Twain's attention.
Dear Mr. Corleone, in order to ensure that you can enter school on September 1st, we will send a professor to visit and confirm the situation. The professor will arrive in three days.
Twain frowned.
The letter did not say who would be sent, but his intuition told him that it would be Dumbledore.
After all, Dumbledore was the one who came to pick Tom up last year, and Tang En had even met him once at that time.
This was the worst.
Twain's biggest secret now was not that he had learned black magic, but his identity as a transmigrator.
As Dumbledore was a master of Legilimency, Tang En did not think that his abnormality could be hidden from him.
The only way was to master Occlumency immediately.
This put Twain in a difficult position.
It wasn't that he doubted his magic talent, but that he had nowhere to learn it.
As a rare and profound spell, there were probably fewer people who knew Occlumency than Legilimency.
Voldemort certainly wouldn't have, or Harry wouldn't have been able to pry into his secrets later.
Even if Voldemort knew, Twain did not intend to obtain this knowledge through him.
If Voldemort knew that he had learned Occlumency, he would be suspicious of him in the future, even if he did not suspect him now.
Twain would rather face Dumbledore now than face a more troublesome Voldemort in the future.
So where was he going to learn Occlumency?
With a frown, Tang En's eyes inadvertently swept over the list of students he had thrown on the table, and a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind!
Diagon Alley!
Twain's goal was certainly not the normal shops in Diagon Alley, just as he had never expected to be able to buy Dark Arts books from Flourish and Blotts.
But there was a place where you could buy something "different."
Knockturn Alley!
The 'black market' in Diagon Alley specialized in prohibited goods and Dark Magic items.
Twain was not sure if he could buy the Occlumency training method there, but he still decided to try his luck.
In any case, he had to make a trip to Diagon Alley to purchase the books and items on the list.
Before leaving, Twain went to the dean's office.
The orphanage's director, Mr. Goode, was very surprised after seeing the Hogwarts admission letter. He did not expect Twain to be able to receive a full scholarship admission letter from Eton High School.
It was the best secondary school in London, famous for its " elite cradle " and " gentleman culture."
The key was that it was an elite school. It was incredible that an orphan like Twain could be admitted.
Even so, Mr. Good did not doubt the authenticity of the admission letter.
All of this was the effect of the Confusion Curse that Twain had placed on the admission letter.
Twain was allowed to leave the orphanage on the grounds of attending the interview.
Woo's Orphanage was located in the suburbs of London, and the Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to Diagon Alley, was on Charing Cross Road in downtown London. It would take more than an hour by car, and Twain obviously did not intend to waste time on the journey.
Most importantly, he didn't have a single cent in his pocket.
He walked to a secluded intersection and raised his hand. A deafening bang was heard.
A three-story bus that looked a little shabby appeared out of thin air and came to a sudden stop in front of Twain.
On the windshield, golden letters read 'Knight Bus'.
The car door opened, and the red-haired ticket seller poked his head out of the window on the side of the car. Before he could open his mouth to attract customers, Twain had already gotten into the car.
" Hello, I'm today's conductor-"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley,"
The red-haired ticket seller's eyes widened as he looked at Twain, who greeted him intimately.
He remembered every passenger who had taken the Knight bus, but he swore that Twain was definitely not among them.
The driver was a middle-aged man with a big belly. As soon as Twain got into the car, the driver turned to ask Twain where he was going.
"The Leaky Cauldron, thank you!"
The car started without any warning and rushed out like a wild horse.
Before that, Twain had already found a four-poster bed. As he lay down, he held onto the bedposts with both hands to prevent himself from being thrown off balance by the car that suddenly accelerated.
That's right, this magic bus was full of " sleeping beds ", and it was a very classic one. There were beds in the carriage, which was actually a mobile hotel.
The red-haired ticket seller's mouth was wide open. He was so shocked that he forgot to close it.
Twain's performance was clearly not the first time he took the Knight bus.
Because of this, the red-haired ticket seller did not have the chance to continue talking to Twain.
Twain was already lying on the bed and closing his eyes to rest.
Unlike many first-time passengers on the Knight bus, who leaned against the window in surprise and watched the bus crash on all kinds of roads and miraculously avoid all kinds of obstacles.
After resting for a few minutes, Twain opened his eyes.
Seeing that the red-haired ticket seller was still staring at him, he smiled politely at her.
"Mr. Weasley, can I ask you a favor?”
Twain was young, but his speech and mannerisms were like that of an impeccable gentleman. Coupled with his handsome smile that could kill both men and women, the red-haired ticket seller actually nodded.
"I just received my acceptance letter from Hogwarts today. This time, I went to Diagon Alley to buy the items on the admission list. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring money before I left.”
"Gringotts is a good thing, I can get my money there, and I'm not going to take any other transport on my way back, since Disapparating isn't allowed at my age, and I don't like the pungent smell of Floo powder.”
"Can you help me pay for the fare this time? I'll return it to you when I come back. How much is the total fare for a round trip?”
The red-haired ticket seller then remembered that he had not asked Twain for money, so he quickly introduced him.
"20 silver sickles, plus chocolate. We also provide hot water bags and toothbrushes of any color.”
After saying that, he remembered that Twain's fare had to be paid by him.
Twain had an admission letter from Hogwarts, so the red-haired ticket seller was not worried that he would cheat. He was just worried about the money he had borrowed.
If he wasn't short of money, why would he work part-time as a conductor for the Knight Bus?
Fortunately, Twain was only taking the car and did not intend to ask for anything else.
The red-haired ticket seller heaved a sigh of relief, but then came back to his senses.
If Twain did not spend extra, his commission would be gone.
The red-haired salesperson was so conflicted about whether he should sell the goods to Twain that he even forgot to ask Twain how he knew his surname was Weasley.
Twain, who was lying in bed, would not tell the red-haired salesperson that the answer was actually very simple.
With their iconic red hair and poor looks, who else in the British Isles could it be but the Weasleys?
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