The owl did not move at all, and did not look like she was sending a letter to him. Bai Lang's eyebrows raised - in this regard he was like Rock Johnson. The owl tilted his head to look at him, then stretched out a claw, and there was a small leather bag on its paw. The owl lowered his head and pecked the leather bag.

"If you don't pay, don't go?" Bai Lang even said Subei dialect. He took out a fifty-pence coin and put it in the leather bag on the owl's feet. At this time, he saw the owl spread his wings and fly away, and took the letter he wrote - Bai Lang is now practicing round and gothic. Unexpectedly, there is such a benefit in practicing martial arts, that is, his writing is much better than in the past, and he has changed from the word "Crossing Crab Claw" to small regular script that can actually be written with flowing hands. His current style of calligraphy is closer to Liu style, which is also something that makes Bai Lang quite satisfied.

After the letter was sent, Bai Lang was also trying to get some money. He told his lawyer, Mr. Anderson, that he had been admitted to Hogwarts and needed some money to buy books and school supplies - such as a thousand pounds? And his lawyer, Mr. Anderson, said he had never heard of Hogwarts Academy...

But not long after, he came to his door to deliver a thousand pounds of money. Bai Lang looked at his eyes straight and seemed to be hit... "Sometimes we have to do something we don't want to do, and it will be good for everyone." The speaker was a short and fat woman who suddenly appeared, wearing a burqa with patches and mud everywhere, and a pointed hat with patches and a patch, with her hair matte, but it looked like it specifically reflected the meaning of the four words "a broad heart and fat body".

The witch had a warm smile on her face, "Hello, Mr. Bai. I'm Pomona Sprout, this time I'll take you to buy what you need."

Bai Lang also quickly bowed, "Hello, Teacher Sprout." In fact, he should be called a professor, but Bai Lang had long been unable to remember the plot of Harry Potter. He had forgotten that this person was actually the dean of Hufflepuff Academy. "How should we go... this place called Diagon Alley?" Bai Lang asked.

Professor Sprout smiled and replied, "Let's take the tram, sir." This respectful title from the British made Bai Lang feel uncomfortable all over. He is indeed not used to the elderly calling him Mr. Mr., but this is normal social etiquette. "But before that, I have to deal with Mr. Anderson's problem first." Professor Sprout took out his wand and pointed Anderson's head.

Anderson turned and left, "Oh, he won't remember all this, but he will have a normal memory - that is, you went to a college and studied, as for where? He will give himself a reasonable explanation - as for contact? It doesn't matter if we have the 'department' to deal with this situation."

The broken bar was there, but the people coming and going turned a blind eye to it. When Professor Sprout took Bailang in, Bailang immediately saw the strange people inside. There was an old woman, shriveled and thin, dressed in a pointed hat, which completely reflected what an "old witch" was called. The owner of the broken bar was an old man. After seeing the professor, he saluted directly. "Hello Tom." Professor Sprout nodded, then took Bailang through the dirty and worn bar, pushed open the back door and came to the backyard, and above the trash can, "count three bricks up the trash can, then count two horizontally, and click the wand three times on it..."

The professor muttered something. After knocking his wand three times, Bai Lang watched the brick wall in front of him fold and close, and the bustling streets behind him appeared - just like in the movie. To be honest, Bai Lang had no deep memory of the movie. He had no impression of the appearance of the broken pot bar at all. Hogwarts had a deep impression, but the deepest part was the crooked actors...

What I saw was the magic world... For a moment, Bai Lang also forgot the strange clothes of the people coming and going, and focused on the strange buildings and those strange objects. "Whether it is a movie or the reality I see now, it may be possible to show that there are only a few thousand people and tens of thousands of people in the magic world in the UK."

Whether it is the shop or the crowd, just by looking at the goods for sale, this society may have at least tens of thousands of people? At least it is a complete community. In fact, it can be seen from the departments and families in the book that with the joining of the mud-breeding wizards, there are no more than a few thousand people in the magic world in the UK.

Bai Lang followed Professor Sprout, looking around all the way. This kind of scenery was so strange that he had never seen it in those worlds. "We must first exchange a little Garon - oh, that's the coins of the wizard world, and your pounds cannot be used directly here." The short and fat witch brought Bai Lang to a crooked but tall house - and you knew it was a bank at a glance. "Golinghouse, exchange money first."

There was a goblin standing in front of the door, which was called a fairy by the professor. However, Bai Lang recognized that they were goblins, the taller goblins. Under this bronze gate was a goblin guard wearing a red and gold uniform. He bowed silently. The professor took Bai Lang to cross the bronze gate, and after a few steps, it was the second silver gate.

There was a long sentence on the door, and Bai Lang was too lazy to go and see it. It was nothing more than warning not to rob the bank. What else could it be? After passing the second door, there was a huge marble hall inside. "Can't you see it from the outside? Is it so big?" Bai Lang looked behind him and looked at the hall in front of him, "Oh, that's an extension curse." The professor said.

Bai Lang saw hundreds of goblins, all dressed in a pretty way and wore monocle glasses. Many goblins were writing calculations, and some were checking the red gems. Bai Lang did not have the will to rob, and he just felt curious. The exchange was written in front of him, and an old goblin who could not tell the age was sitting behind him. Bai Lang didn't say much and put the one thousand pounds of banknotes on the counter. After the goblin was put in it, he skillfully lit up, then pulled out a bag from under the table and placed it in front of him.

"197 Gallon 7 Nat." said the old Goblin, and signaled Bai Lang to take the money away quickly. "Grass! What a big bag of money, how do you ask me to take it?" Bai Lang Guang looked at the golden light in the pocket and the clattering sound and knew that everything was all coins, and gold coins. Such a pack would weigh a lot.

Before the professor could help, Bai Lang grabbed the bag directly, "Is this a gift?" The other party nodded, and Bai Lang directly carried the leather bag on his shoulder and left. The professor giggled like an old hen. She lit up the bag with her wand. The bag suddenly shrank and Bai Lang felt much lighter.
Chapter completed!