Chapter 4 The Life of the Rich

"Hagrid, how did you get here?"

Along the way, William was chatting with Hagrid, and he looked a little nervous because of the big man.

Not only was he concerned about the safety of Muggle cars, but he also had motion sickness.

"I came here using Floo powder, and from the fireplace in Headmaster Dumbledore's office!"

There was pride in Hagrid's words, as if using Dumbledore's stuff, what a great thing.

"What is Floo Powder?"

After learning from Hagrid that Dumbledore was just a bad old man, Roy lost interest in the headmaster and became curious about the wizard's transportation.

"Oh, I forgot that you Muggles don't have Floo fans," Hagrid said apologetically.

"Floo powder is a kind of shiny powder. You only need to grab a handful, clearly say the name of the destination, and sprinkle it to reach it directly. It is very convenient."

William stroked Bobo Tea's tail and nodded thoughtfully.

This is a substance similar to teleportation, which is really convenient, but ah... Hagrid, what are your eyes?

William was sure that in Hagrid's big eyes, he saw a kind of pity called "Muggles all live in dire straits"!

no magic,

no floo powder,

I can't even get to Hogwarts.

Isn't it pitiful?

It's so pitiful!

"Is there any other means of transportation besides Floo powder?" William asked.

"Too many, port keys, Apparate, Knight Bus..."

Hagrid seemed to recall a bad memory. He stared at William and said solemnly: "Remember, don't take the Knights Bus. I vomited all the way last time and almost died in it.

Merlin's beard, the Ministry of Magic should outlaw this type of transportation..."

Hagrid suddenly took out a stained, terribly soiled handkerchief over his mouth, and waved his left hand, motioning for William to find something else to talk about and divert his attention.

"Hagrid, you said Professor Robert is dead, so do we have a new professor?" William handed over a few olives and opened the car window.

The olives took away a little nausea, which made Hagrid feel better.

After Hagrid took the olive, he replied, "This position is not easy to find. Over the years, no one has been willing to come to Hogwarts as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Poor Professor Robert..." Hagrid turned the stained handkerchief over and blew his nose like a morning horn.

"I only knew that Professor Robert liked to drink, but I didn't expect that when he went to the Forbidden Forest, he would drink too.

I opened the door early in the morning, took a small basket with a basket of beans, and prepared to go to the forbidden forest to visit the lovely Aragog.

Then, I heard from Hufflepuff's students that Professor Robert was missing. Everyone searched and searched the Forbidden Forest, and saw a piece of his wizard robe hanging on the thorn wood.

Professor Flitwick said, no, I'm afraid it was attacked by a magical creature.

Going in again, Professor Robert was indeed lying in the devil's net, his stomach had been pierced by the Tepo warthog, and he was still holding a bottle of fire whisky that was spilled on the ground..."

Hagrid was wiping his snot, looking extremely sad.

"Hagrid, what is the Devil's Web?"

Hagrid shuddered, as if remembering the scene of Robert's death.

"The Devil's Web is an extremely dangerous vine that, when mature, can stretch out its tendrils to entangle anyone who comes close to it, injuring wizards."

Hagrid complained: "If you want me to say, such dangerous plants should be wiped out, otherwise the fragile magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest will be easily hurt.

I don't know why Professor Sprout collects the Devil's Web, it's a strange hobby..."

William narrowed his eyes, carefully jotting down the knowledge of the wizarding world that Hagrid imparted.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. In Hagrid's words, it seemed that magical creatures were fragile, cute, friendly, and simple...

For example, the eight-eyed giant spider named Aragog that Hagrid just mentioned... In his description, it seems to be a hundred times cuter than Bobo tea.

Hagrid also invited William to rub Aragog's legs.

My God, is there such a cute creature in the wizarding world?

William had an inexplicable yearning for the Forbidden Forest.

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The car drove for half an hour before reaching the destination.

"It's here." Hagrid raised his head excitedly when he finally didn't have to take the car anymore.

With a bang, his head hit the roof of the car.

Hagrid rubbed his head, there seemed to be no major problem, but the roof had a slight bulge.

Roy glanced dully, then turned excited. He finally had a reason to talk to Lyanna about changing to a new car.

"Oh, sorry, I'll take care of it," said Hagrid.

"It's okay." Roy waved his hand generously, as if this matter was not worth mentioning.

"It's back to normal." Hagrid took out his little pink umbrella and tapped on the roof of the car, and the bulge disappeared immediately.

"..." Roy discovered a terrible thing. When William learned magic, wouldn't he drive this car to death?

After getting out of the car, Hagrid led the two of them into a bustling street, which was crowded with people. ?

There are bookstores, record stores, burger stores, movie theaters on the street... It seems unremarkable, but there is no Leaky Cauldron bar that Hagrid mentioned.

and many more……

William finally found a sign in an inconspicuous corner—it was a worn sign with a black cauldron painted on it and the words Leaky Cauldron marked with a highlighter.

Hagrid smiled and said, "It's here - the Leaky Cauldron. It's a well-known place and the oldest pub in London, much older than any Muggle pub."

Hagrid's words were full of pride, but Roy was dumbfounded, he didn't see anything.

"Small problem, in order to prevent Muggles from discovering, there are a lot of confusion spells here, and helping Muggle families enter Diagon Alley is also one of my duties."

Hagrid waved his little pink umbrella, and a blue light shot out, allowing Roy to see the bar as well.

Although Hagrid was very proud of the Leaky Cauldron, he walked in and realized that it was a dingy, cramped bar.

Really sorry for its old name.

William glanced at the infrastructure inside with disgust. Not only was it old, but it was also dirty.

What a waste, this place occupies the best position, and there is a strong flow of people.

If William is the boss, at least the decoration has to be upgraded several grades, and then the first place in the magic world that integrates food, chess and cards, bathing, massage, singing and other one-stop services.

Don't call it a bar anymore, just change the name to Broke Cauldron Club!

Decoration plans, publicity plans, marketing strategies, celebrity endorsements... These William already have drafts, and the only thing missing is... money!

He touched his pocket, and there were only a few poor pennies in it... Poor, how could the parents give a lot of money to an eleven-year-old boy?

William couldn't help but miss that scratch-off again.

He also wanted to experience the unpretentious and boring life of the rich!

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