"... 'Muggles', yes, that's what they are called. About three hundred years ago, the wizarding world of various countries signed an agreement called the "International Statute of Secrecy", and then wizards and ordinary people - that is, Muggles Gua, the two are strictly distinguished... Oh, don't pay too much attention, you will learn these things in school in the future."
At around one o'clock in the afternoon, Maka and Alexander were walking on their way to Diagon Alley. As they walked, Maka told Alexander some common sense about the magical world.
Of course, they were followed by Alexander's father.
In fact, the previous process of persuading Alexander's father could not be said to be easy. After all, this family had just lost a mother, and the child was only ten years old. If they let him study in a suspicious "magic school", I am afraid that no Muggle parent would be at ease.
However, the wonder of magic displayed by Maka has long exceeded Mr. Wolfe's knowledge. Even the magicians who appear on TV can't do such magical things, right
You know, that's in his own home!
However, in order to use his own eyes to verify whether there are any so-called "wizards" in the world, Mr. Wolfe still took the initiative to ask to go to the magic world with them to have a look. Maka was not surprised by this, because even if the other party didn't mention it, he would still bring it up.
"...So, magic schools are just like ordinary schools, do they have to have classes every day?" For a child, going to school can be full of fun, but it can also be full of constraints.
Maka, who was walking a little ahead, nodded casually after hearing this.
"Perhaps the answer will make you feel a little disappointed, but it is true." He said, "But don't worry, learning magic is a very interesting thing-I want you to guarantee that as long as you remain interested in it, it will be interesting." It will give you all kinds of joy! For example, you can learn how to fly on a broomstick, and then play ball while flying in the air with other classmates - we call this sport 'Quidditch'."
"Oh! So it turns out that wizards can really fly on broomsticks? I really want to try it earlier..." Alexander has been completely attracted by the various novelties flowing from Maka's mouth. Look at his appearance, Maybe he even forgot about his father who was following him all the time.
But just as Maka was thinking this, Alexander pursed his lips, and the excitement and anticipation on his face slowly melted away in the afternoon sunshine.
"...I can even make people fly, so why can't I make my mother come back to life?"
Maka naturally heard Alexander's whisper. Not only him, but also Mr. Wolfe who was walking behind obviously heard it, because his expression also became covered with a layer of gloom.
Maka thought for a moment, then gently took back the hand he was about to put on Alexander's shoulder. Because he knows that what he should say has already been said. Sometimes, unnecessary explanations and comforts will only be counterproductive.
"We're here." After walking for a short distance on the streets of London, Maka finally stopped first and pointed somewhere along the road, "This is the Leaky Cauldron, an entrance to Diagon Alley. It's in the backyard of the bar—it's a commercial street with only wizards, and we have to buy the school supplies you need there."
As Maka spoke, Alexander looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there was a small, inconspicuous bar there. Although Mr. Wolfe behind him also turned his head that way, he just moved his eyes in confusion, obviously finding nothing.
Maka took two steps back, touched his arm abruptly, and then smiled at Mr. Wolfe who turned around.
"As I just told Alexander," he said, "wizards take the initiative to stay away from ordinary people, so naturally, we will set up magic in such a place to prevent you from seeing it... Take a look again! You should now I can see it.”
"… oh!"
Mr. Wolfe looked in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron again and was suddenly startled.
To be honest, Alexander's father actually looks very tough. From his appearance, you can't tell that he is the kind of man who would lose his mind due to a serious blow. Looking at it this way, Alexander's appearance may have been inherited from his father, but in his heart he may be more inclined to his mother who had the courage to protect her loved ones in the explosion.
While Maka was thinking to herself, she led Alexander towards the narrow front door of the Leaky Cauldron.
This shabby bar is just like yesterday, still cramped and dark. Speaking of Maka, let’s not talk about the outside appearance, at least the inside should be decorated cleaner and clearer, right? Otherwise, whenever Muggle parents pass by here, this first impression will be enough to lower their ratings of the wizarding world and wizards.
"Oh - isn't this Mr. McClain? Why are you free today..." As soon as Maka walked in, a wizard with a top hat immediately caught a glimpse of him, "Oh, are you a new student? Hello, little guy! "
Maka vaguely remembered that his name was Di Ge. The only characteristic of this guy was that he had a very loud voice. No, his voice attracted most of the eyes in the bar.
For a moment, Maka could do nothing but respond to their greetings one after another.
That's right, with his current fame, let alone in the British wizarding world, even if he goes abroad, he will probably be recognized by some wizards who pay attention to current events. Once he makes a high profile, his face will no longer be able to keep a low profile.
"Okay, everyone..." Maka said with a smile, "Thank you for your kind invitation, but I am busy with work today, so I won't stay and have a drink with you. I'm sorry, sorry—"
As he spoke, he hurriedly led Alexander and Mr. Wolfe through the bar and quickly walked to the back door. It wasn't until he reached the small patio in the deserted backyard that he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, you seem to be famous here? I feel like they are... in..."
"...I'm flattering you."
The word Alexander wanted to say was supplied by his father.
"Alexander, I have to say that you have very keen senses," Maka shrugged. "If you say it shamelessly - yes, I have some achievements, you will naturally know about it in the future. But don't think too much of me. So amazing, you know, most things in this world cannot be achieved by just one person. In my achievements, there are also many other people who helped me...many, many."
When saying these words, Maka couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
In fact, he has been trying to take all those dangerous things on himself, but he has not been able to do it after all. If he really did it, maybe everything would be more perfect now - even if he also understood that there is no such thing as "perfection" in this world
Standing in front of a certain wall of the patio, Maka put aside what she was thinking and stretched out her hand in front of her.
"Alexander, remember this clearly," he said. "Start from the gap in the bricks, count three bricks up, count two bricks to the side, and then strike three times with your wand - I will show you later. Go buy a wand of your own."
After that, he tapped three points on the plain red brick with his finger. The next moment, the brick shrank in, and the surrounding bricks flipped sideways, and soon a large hole was revealed that could allow people to pass through.
"So... Sir, where is your wand?" Alexander stared curiously at the wall and asked what he was most concerned about.
"Oh," Maka smiled, "because my wand is bigger—you know, if it's too big, sometimes it's not that convenient."
As far as the reasons are concerned, his answer is really the truth, isn't it
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"
When Alexander was again attracted by the weirdly dressed wizards on the street, Maka said at the right time what the professor responsible for leading the new students would almost certainly say.
"The one opposite is mainly a crucible shop, crucibles, scales and small medicine bottles. You will need them - it's written on the list, remember?" Maka said this, but instead led the father and son straight forward. Go, "But before that, we have to go to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Wizarding shops do not accept British pounds."
Diagon Alley is not a big place, so the shops are packed very closely together. As Maka walked along, the father and son were dazzled by the various products with magical characteristics on both sides.
When they reached the fork in the road, the two of them suddenly felt their eyes widening, because Gringotts finally came into view.
To be honest, Gringotts is probably the most impressive place in Diagon Alley. This is a tall white building with a shiny bronze and silver door. There are also solemn guards standing in front of the door.
Yes, apart from the fact that the guard is a little short, there really is nothing worth criticizing.
"That's goblins. In fact, they are not much different from us, they are just-"
On the street outside the bronze door, Maka was introducing the father and son when he suddenly heard a very familiar call coming from the hall inside the door.
“Time is money my friend!”
"Oh..." When Maka heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little bit dumbfounded by her former self, "By the way, I suggest you open an account here - the handling fee for opening an account is quite cheap, and there is no storage fee for low-deposits. . In fact, those goblins wish everyone would deposit all their money into their treasury! Because then they can watch it every day!"