Until the train pulled into the station, Joel didn't find a suitable opportunity. Bernie kept sitting by the window and sulking. He could only wait until he got back and wrote to Haylis to explain the situation.
When it comes to letters from the magical world, we have to mention the magical owl.
They claim to be able to send the owner's letters to any corner of the world and find the recipient.
This statement is not accurate. Except for a very small group of owls whose professionalism is not up to par (I’m talking about you, Ron’s owl piggy), most owls can remember their master’s home and some landmarks, such as Hogwarts.
Fortress, of course, familiar recipients they can also identify.
But they have no way to find the recipient. For example, Joel had booked the Daily Prophet for a year before, but suddenly there was an emergency in the morning and he had to take a ferry to France. Will the owl from the newspaper office chase him?
Of course not, the impatient owl will return the same way with the newspaper. Of course, Joel can also write a letter and send his own owl to pick up the newspaper. The process will be more troublesome. Owls are very sensitive to the direction of their owners.
As long as they are hungry, they will find various ways to find their owners and ask for food.
Joel left the address of the Leaky Cauldron to Haylis, and after the train stopped, he carried his suitcase and Poppy and walked out of platform 9? along with the crowd.
He saw Eddie and his parents hugging each other, with a bit of a smile on his face, and a feeling called envy emerged in his heart, which was sour and bitter.
This situation has happened frequently since I learned about the body's original owner's parents.
This feeling was familiar yet unfamiliar to Joel. The last time this emotion appeared frequently was after his parents divorced in his previous life.
This is by no means good news. Joel seems to be unable to control his body, and the memories and emotions left by the original owner of the body are still affecting him.
Obviously the soul of the original owner of the body has dissipated, why does this kind of emotion still appear in my heart?
Joel thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out. He quickly sealed his doubts in his heart and took a taxi to Charing Cross Street. The sun was setting and the fiery red light stung Joel's eyes.
This street is world-famous because of "84 Charing Cross" by an American writer. It is summer vacation at this time, and there are many tourists coming to check in. It is very noisy and lively.
Joel paid the fare with the change left over from selling gold during the last Christmas holiday. He carefully squeezed through the tourists and slipped into the Leaky Cauldron, which was under a Muggle expulsion spell, without anyone noticing.
The bar was still dark and quiet, and Joel felt cool and pleasant as soon as he entered. Tom was still leaning against the bar, wiping his wine glass as usual. There were not many wizards in the bar, only a few scattered people passing by when entering and exiting Diagon Alley.
"Staying in a hotel?" When Joel approached, Tom raised his eyes and glanced.
"Uncle Tom, I'll pay for one week's rent first," Joel said with a smile, "Is there no one in room 11?"
"Of course not," Tom put down the wine glass, took out the key to room 11 and handed it over, "You only stay for a week?"
"I'm tight on money," Joel shrugged, "Maybe I can't afford too much money at once."
"Son, I can reduce the room fee appropriately..." Tom hesitated and said, "As you know, if the room upstairs is empty, it will be empty."
Joel was a little surprised, but he still refused. He was not really short of money, so naturally he couldn't accept Tom's favor. He was never a person who refused to repay a favor. He would always repay the favor, and then there would be a lot of trouble.
thing.
Returning to the familiar room, Joel arranged everything properly, and then let Bobby the owl out to let out the wind. It had been holding it in for a day, and it couldn't bear it anymore. It flapped its wings and ran out, while Joel took some food from his backpack.
Two chocolate frogs emerge.
As soon as he unpacked the package, a flash of fire appeared out of thin air in the room, which was very much like the afterglow of the sunset that Joel saw today.
The fire shrank into a ball in mid-air. After three seconds, the fire disappeared, and a piece of paper fell down, with a little ash effect around it.
It's really cool, Joel knew that this was Dumbledore's unique way of sending messages with the help of Phoenix Fawkes.
He unfolded the note and saw a row of scrawled words: I will arrive at the Leaky Cauldron at eight-thirty tomorrow morning.
Joel breathed a sigh of relief, put the chocolate frog that wanted to jump out of the wrapping paper into his mouth, and started chewing it.
At seven o'clock the next morning, Joel woke up on time, washed up and went downstairs to have breakfast. Uncle Tom's workmanship was still poor, the bread was hard and thick, and even the fried mushrooms were half-cooked.
After all, he could swallow it. After filling his stomach, Joel went back upstairs and picked up his suitcase. There were tens of thousands of gold galleons in it. He had to carry it with him, which was not very convenient. He planned to transfer the money after receiving the inheritance.
Store it together in Gringotts.
When he got downstairs, he saw Dumbledore already standing there. He was wearing a moon-white robe, with a white beard hanging down to his waist. He was smiling and chatting with the bar owner Tom.
"Ah...Joel, you're on time." Dumbledore saw Joel on the stairs and waved to him.
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Joel stepped forward to say hello.
"How was your breakfast?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, "I don't think you would like Tom's breakfast, right? I had a meal here ten years ago and almost broke my old man's teeth.
"
Tom laughed heartily, and Dumbledore couldn't help but take Joel to a McDonald's on the street.
"I'd like a cup of McCafé, with more sugar and creamer," Dumbledore rushed to the counter as soon as he walked in, "and a cheeseburger with eggs."
"Joel, what do you want to eat?" Dumbledore then looked at Joel, "Eat whatever you want. Eat until you are full before you can go on the road."
Joel sighed, did not point out the ambiguity of Dumbledore's last words, and just ordered a cup of coffee.
Joel could tell that Dumbledore wanted to come to McDonald's specifically. The whole breakfast was the most delicious for him. After finishing the burger, he took a sip of coffee filled with milk and sugar, and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
"The sweetness is just right, the temperature of the burger is just right, and the Muggle cooking skills are worthy of praise."
When Dumbledore said these words, Joel couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. He had just seen the waiter pour three packets of granulated sugar into this cup of coffee. According to normal people's taste, it was absolutely too sweet.
"Have you eaten? Let's go now," Dumbledore took Joel out of the fast food restaurant. "I have free time for a whole morning, which should be enough."
"Hold my hand, Joel." In a deserted alley, Dumbledore stretched out his rough and dry palm. The moment Joel touched it, the space twisted and turned, sucking the two of them in.