In the evening, Hagrid finished his dinner licking his fingers.
“I can’t believe it, Harry, your cooking is so good.” Hagrid said, licking his face as he leaned close to Harry.
“It's alright, alright, second best in the world.” Harry said modestly.
The first in the world was his master, so he was definitely the second best in the world, no problem!
Dudley and Vernon's expressions were a little wronged.
They hadn't eaten enough.
Hagrid came so suddenly, Petunia obviously didn't prepare enough for him.
If it had been an ordinary person, it would have been enough to eat.
But Hagrid's physique was twice as big as Vernon's.
Naturally, the amount of food he ate also increased.
They looked at Harry with wronged and hungry eyes.
But with Hagrid here, they dared not speak.
The two plump pigs seemed so weak, pitiful, helpless, hungry, and wanting to eat.
Harry shrugged, he had no ingredients, he couldn't do anything.
To ensure Hagrid could at least eat seven-tenths full, he cooked a big pot of rice, which was barely enough for stir-fry.
After dinner, Aunt Petunia cleaned up the dishes. Dudley and Vernon didn't want to stay with Hagrid, so they each went back to their room, leaving the living room to Harry and Hagrid.
Hagrid told Harry about Hogwarts.
His parents' story, and how he was expelled from school in his third year for some reason, and how Dumbledore saved him.
Everything was inseparable from Dumbledore, and every sentence mentioned Dumbledore.
Harry knew that Hagrid must be a loyal fan of Dumbledore.
And his own identity in the wizarding world.
He was a big name, a big hero, the Boy Who Lived who defeated Voldemort.
He was just like the protagonist in a fairy tale.
Harry scoffed at the identity of the Boy Who Lived. He hadn't been taken care of at all because of this identity.
Even before he met Peng Yingzong, his life could be said to be worse than that of ordinary children.
Fortunately, he met Peng Yingzong. With his master teaching him cooking, his life had improved.
The person he should be most grateful to was not Professor Dumbledore, as Hagrid called him, but his master, Peng Yingzong.
The next day, he called Peng Yingzong, telling him he wouldn’t go to the restaurant today, as he was going to see the wizarding world.
Peng Yingzong asked if he needed to accompany him. He was still a little worried about his eldest disciple.
Harry said he didn’t need to, as the wizarding world had sent people to pick him up.
Only then did Peng Yingzong feel relieved.
He believed in Harry’s judgment. If he said he could, then he could.
In the morning, Harry usually didn't cook, but Petunia did.
But the ingredients had been eaten last night.
The remaining breakfast quota was obviously not enough for Hagrid.
“Aunt, you guys just eat, Hagrid and I will go out to eat.” Harry said to Petunia.
After Harry and Hagrid finished breakfast outside.
Hagrid took Harry to Diagon Alley.
He entered a rundown pub.
The environment of this pub was not good, it was dilapidated, dark and dirty.
Do these wizards like being so unkempt?
Can't they be like the Eastern cultivators, with ethereal air and floating mountains?
Harry thought Hagrid was right last night, he was indeed a celebrity in the wizarding world.
As long as he gave his name, a bunch of people came to shake his hand.
But they all looked like they hadn't washed for a dozen years, they smelled of alcohol and a musty stench, and they didn't know how many bacteria they carried in their hands.
Harry refused their request.
As a chef, he was very particular about hygiene.
After some small talk.
Hagrid took him to the small courtyard outside the pub, took out his small umbrella, and mumbled while pointing at the bricks on the wall with his umbrella.
“From here, count three bricks up from the trash can, then two bricks across... If you can’t remember, you can ask the pub owner, Tom, to help you, I think he’d be happy to.”
“No need, I’ve already remembered.” Harry interrupted him.
After possessing magic, his perception and memory had improved.
This was also one of the reasons why he learned cooking so quickly.
Simply remembering the location of a few bricks, he could still do it in one go.
“Alright, after you buy your wand, knock on this brick three times.”
Hagrid stretched out his hand in front of Harry, then knocked the brick three times with his umbrella.
The whole wall began to tremble, quickly turning into an archway.
This kind of magic was something Harry had never seen before, it must be an application of what Aunt Petunia called Transfiguration.
A noisy sound suddenly came, and the wizarding world appeared in front of Harry for the first time.
“Welcome to Diagon Alley.” Hagrid said to Harry with excitement.
Harry’s eyes also flashed with excitement, but years of cooking had allowed him to maintain a calm state of mind.
After all, cooking can never be rushed, haste makes waste.
His face remained impassive, he followed Hagrid's steps and walked along Diagon Alley.
In Hagrid's words, the wizarding world and the Muggle world were separated, but not in the medieval style that Harry imagined.
The street was clean, there were a lot of people, but Harry followed Hagrid, with him leading the way, it didn't seem crowded.
After all, seeing Hagrid’s physique, others had already automatically given way.
Along the way, Harry looked around, observing everything in the wizarding world.
The shops sold things Harry had never seen before, strange and wonderful things.
Including the witches' flying broomsticks from fairy tales, and the owls he had seen on the wall before.
“We need to go to Gringotts first, it’s like the bank in the Muggle world, your parents left you their inheritance, it’s all there, we can buy things here after you get the money.” Hagrid told him.
Gringotts was the most magnificent building in Diagon Alley.
But in the Muggle world outside, it was clearly nothing special.
There were many buildings that were taller and bigger than it.
Harry saw a goblin for the first time, it looked a bit like the level one little monsters in the hell city in the game.
“They’re smart, but not very friendly.” Hagrid said.
Harry was a little confused. If they weren’t friendly, why keep money here.
Perhaps it was because these goblins were powerful or influential?
He knew too little about the wizarding world.
After experiencing what speed and passion were all about.
Harry used his hand to adjust his hair.
Damn it, the hairstyle he spent 100 pounds on was completely messed up.
The goblin opened the door, and Harry saw the inheritance his parents had left him.
A pile of gold, a mountain of silver and copper coins stacked together.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, at least he wouldn't have to live a poor life in this wizarding world.
At Hagrid's suggestion, Harry took 100 Galleons, and some silver Sickles and bronze Knuts for change, and put them in his pocket.
He walked out of the bank with his head held high, following Hagrid.
The aura of a rich man is different.