On the streets of London, cars were passing by, and pedestrians wearing thick British jackets were rushing back and forth, all busy with what they were doing.
The car has a very old look. At least in Zhang Ziyu's eyes, these are outdated styles, but they also fit the characteristics of this era.
"London in the 1980s and 1990s, I just don't know what year it was."
The age can be roughly determined by looking at the buildings and cars, but it is not easy to know the specific year.
Zhang Ziyu's eyes fell on a shabby store door in the corner between the bookstore and the record store. If both the bookstore and the record store were in the style of the 1980s and 1990s, then this shabby door leaf and the bell under the eaves formed a front door.
, it is estimated that we can go back hundreds of years.
Such a dilapidated facade appeared on the streets of London, and it was as conspicuous as a thatched house facade in the middle of a commercial street. However, no one except Zhang Ziyu noticed this dilapidated facade.
“The Leaky Cauldron landed directly at a famous location, so lucky.”
Zhang Ziyu walked in, and as soon as the door opened, the people inside the Leaky Cauldron glanced at the door subconsciously.
Originally, the Leaky Cauldron was a crowded place with people coming and going. Everyone was drinking and having fun, or trying to find out some information, so there would be no interference from others.
But Zhang Ziyu was different. He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, clean and tidy, with a bit of laziness and relaxation, which was incompatible with these sloppy wizards.
In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Ziyu walked past several short round tables. The bar gradually became noisy again, and his attention was gradually distracted.
"Sir, what do you want?"
Behind the bar is an old wizard with a slight Mediterranean touch, rosacea, and a big nose that looks like a cork.
He is Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. He doesn't look much, but he's a nice guy.
"Do you want money?"
Zhang Ziyu asked, and Tom was immediately confused, I don't need money to open a shit shop.
"Ahem, one sickle for sherry and two sickles for butterbeer."
Zhang Ziyu said: "I only have gold with me, but I don't have galleons and xicos. Do you accept it?"
Well, Tom finally understood what this strange wizard meant, and he said: "In this case, you'd better go to Gringotts to exchange some. Those goblins also charge gold, although the exchange ratio is not too high. Butterbeer?
This time I invite you."
Tom was also willing to treat him, and slowly placed a glass of butter beer in front of Zhang Ziyu.
"You are a wizard from the East, right? Today is a good day. Mr. Potter just left and you came here."
Eastern wizards are rarely seen here. Even Tom has heard about them occasionally rather than seeing them with his own eyes.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziyu asked: "Harry Potter?"
Tom smiled and said: "Of course he is our savior. The little guy is eleven years old and should be going to school."
The bar was originally a place for chatting, and within a few words, the conversation started. It turned out that Hagrid had just come over today and took the new Harry Potter to the Diagon Alley novice camp, preparing to purchase novice equipment.
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Zhang Ziyu wanted to chat more, but butter beer was not allowed. It tasted like butter, was high in sugar and low in alcohol. After two sips, Zhang Ziyu said it was not as good as Feizhai Happy Water.
So he chatted with Tom for a while, left three silver dollars, and said: "Thank you Tom, I don't have any silver coins on hand, but I will give you these few silver dollars as a souvenir."
Yinxi can be made of silver, and silver coins are also made of silver. Although the craftsmanship is different and there is no enchantment, there is still no problem as a gift of equal value.
After walking around the bar counter of the Leaky Cauldron, Zhang Ziyu came to a patio-like place next to it, with a red brick wall right in front of him.
Zhang Ziyu could feel that the red brick wall was a magical creation. It should be a transformation spell plus some other magic, serving as a portal to Diagon Alley.
There is a magic trigger point among the bricks on the wall. Tap the magic wand on it to open the passage.
Although Zhang Ziyu did not have a magic wand, he had spiritual power in his body. He stretched out his hand and gently made the bricks on the red brick wall begin to move, and a small hole suddenly appeared.
The small hole continued to deform, the wall twisted, and soon a passage appeared in front of Zhang Ziyu, with Diagon Alley right in front of him.
A long street less than six or seven meters wide, with wizards coming and going, both male and female. Most of the males are wearing black robes, while the witches and wizards wear many different styles, some wear robes, and some are beautiful.
Dress is like a landscape.
In addition to adult wizards, there are also many young wizards walking among the crowd. They are the most excited group of people. They stop here and play there from time to time. They are full of curiosity about all the shops.
"It was a really happy childhood, but since I went to school in the same year as Potter, the happiness is about to end."
Zhang Ziyu felt a sense of schadenfreude. When people go to school, they face threats from teachers and pressure from homework. When they go to school, they face the forces of darkness. This kind of treatment is unique.
Zhang Ziyu looked left and right from time to time as he walked, and was also very curious about Diagon Alley.
"I want to find a way to get a magic camera. If I don't have a camera when traveling, I can only look around. I can't take pictures of pretty girls when I see them. It's a pity."
Zhang Ziyu walked around for a while and found that many people would cast their eyes on him from time to time. He was tall and handsome, and he was dressed in a neat Tsing Yi Taoist robe. It would be strange if he didn't attract people's attention.
"Forget it, let's get some money first, and then buy some clothes."
Transfiguration can also transform clothes, but it's not necessary.
It's like you know how to cook. When you travel, do you have the ability to bring a pot to cook?
Zhang Ziyu walked towards the tall, sloping white building in the middle, the financial center of the Wizarding World - Gringotts.
Gringotts is known as the second safest place in the wizarding world, only behind Hogwarts.
Of course, those who are called this way will not end up well.
Zhang Ziyu planned to exchange the gold he had for some Galleons so that he could purchase some things, study magic, and leave things to do later.
But after walking a few steps, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a wizard wearing a turban and purple robe.
The strong smell of garlic filled the air quietly, the smell of some unknown potion.
"Lao Fu and his little unfortunate Quirrell?"
Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, realizing that this was not the case.
The reason why Voldemort appears here is because of the Philosopher's Stone that Dumbledore kept in Gringotts, intending to use it to refine some potions to resurrect himself.
Hagrid and Harry had already taken away the Sorcerer's Stone first, but Voldemort, an old boy, didn't know that.
Right now, he is wandering outside Gringotts, isn't he just preparing to do something to get the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts?
"In this situation, it seems a bit unreasonable not to give Lao Fu any support, so I decided to do so."
Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes and suddenly had an idea. He quietly released a paper man and followed him. He found a deserted corner and used the transformation technique to directly change into a black robe with a hood.
Quirrell took Voldemort around, first stepping on it, and then finding a corner where no one was.
"Use the Disguise Charm to sneak in. Dumbledore placed that thing in the shallow vault, so the defense is not strong."
"Yes, my master."
Quirrell covered his face obediently, and then cast the Disillusionment Curse on himself.
Voldemort was still uneasy, so he personally used a certain spell to make his invisibility even more complete.
Zhang Ziyu's little paper man saw this scene and immediately hid deeper.
"Here we go, it will be my turn to take action in ten minutes."