Wien hadn't expected Humphrey to say that.
He must have gone back and looked into the magical world through Downing Street's channels.
Wien quickly explained Humphrey's work to Professor McGonagall.
He felt a little touched.
Humphrey investigated all this for his nephew.
While the information was a bit delayed, Wien appreciated it.
Professor McGonagall looked at Wien deeply.
This young wizard's family really held a high position in the Muggle world.
Owning a title, in the magical world, was comparable to the renowned Pure-blood Twenty-Eight.
There were many young wizards at Hogwarts who were born into Muggle families, but there seemed to be none like Wien.
Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing, at least she wouldn't have to explain all sorts of questions raised by their parents.
Wien easily accepted the existence of magic.
"Mr. Lawrence, since you have no questions, let's go to Diagon Alley."
"Bring some Muggle cash, you'll need to exchange it for wizarding currency."
Looking at the time, it wasn't even 9:30, but McGonagall was still in a hurry.
The task of guiding Muggle-born students to Hogwarts was usually shared among the heads of the four houses.
But Professor Sprout went to the United States to visit an old friend, Snape was taken by Dumbledore, and McGonagall's task was particularly heavy this year, with another visit to a young wizard's home in the afternoon.
Something like Granger?
"Please wait." Wien nodded obediently, went upstairs and came down with a backpack.
McGonagall glanced at it, feeling it was quite heavy, but didn't say anything. She placed her hand on Wien's shoulder.
"Hold your breath, it might be painful, but it'll be over quickly."
Before Wien could respond, McGonagall cast the spell.
A hollow roar echoed as their figures disappeared in a twirling vortex, like being sucked away by a toilet.
Wien only felt a sense of dizziness. When his blurry vision finally cleared, they were already in a small alley.
"Apparition." McGonagall explained: "It's one of the ways wizards travel, usually for shorter distances."
"It will be uncomfortable the first time, it'll be much better later. Are you alright, Mr. Wien?"
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy."
Wien quickly recovered, rubbing his aching brow.
He hadn't slept all night and now this happened, he was already getting tired.
Under McGonagall's guidance, they reached the entrance of a pub.
The door was very dilapidated, in stark contrast to the record store and bookstore next to it.
The passers-by didn't even notice the pub, or rather, they didn't know there was a pub here.
When they entered the pub, the bustling environment instantly quieted down when they saw McGonagall's face. Many wizards stood up subconsciously, looking tense, making Wien want to laugh.
Most wizards in England graduated from Hogwarts, these wizards here were once McGonagall's students.
Now seeing their former teacher, they recalled their fear of being under her control, just like mice seeing a cat.
"Professor McGonagall."
Tom, the pub owner, smiled and greeted them: "Oh, what a beautiful young wizard, is he a new student this year?"
Wien smiled, looking quite shy.
Professor McGonagall nodded: "Yes, I'm bringing him to buy textbooks and supplies. Tom, I remember your daughter is going to Hogwarts this year too?"
"Of course," Tom was clearly delighted: "Hannah has been waiting for this day for so long. She's most likely to be a Hufflepuff."
McGonagall also laughed: "If the Abbott family produced a Gryffindor, it would definitely make headlines in the Daily Prophet."
Many people laughed along.
The Abbott family was also one of the Pure-blood Twenty-Eight. Every member of their family was a Hufflepuff, with no exceptions for hundreds of years.
After a brief exchange, McGonagall led Wien through the bar to a small courtyard with walls on all sides, where there was nothing but a trash can and some weeds.
"Count up three, then two to the right," McGonagall muttered softly, her wand pointed at a brick that was noticeably more recessed than the others.
She tapped it gently three times.
The brick trembled violently, starting to form a small hole. The hole grew larger and larger, finally revealing a winding cobblestone path.
"Remember this brick and my actions, Mr. Lawrence, you can come to Diagon Alley yourself later."
Wien asked softly: "Professor McGonagall, what if... I mean, what if."
"What if this trash can was moved or replaced with a bigger or smaller one?"
McGonagall twitched her lips, looking at Wien incredulously.
That "what if" was... making her panicky!
"Mr. Lawrence, there were two young wizards who had the same idea as you. They moved the trash can to the other side."
At this point, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her expression becoming serious: "Hogwarts received complaints, and their houses were deducted... 50 points."
"After that, the trash can was permanently glued, impossible to move or replace."
Wien wisely didn't ask which two houses these two young wizards were from.
Actually, seeing McGonagall's expression, he had already guessed roughly.
Following behind the witch, Wien stepped over the archway and onto the cobblestone path, the CBD of the British magical world presented itself before him.
There were countless shops on both sides of the long cobblestone street, many of the signs were crooked, and the wizards on the street were bustling, constantly appearing and disappearing with Apparition, making popping sounds.
In the distance, a white building divided Diagon Alley into two forks.
"Change money first, then go buy your wand."
Along the way, Wien's eyes never stopped, darting from shop to shop. Professor McGonagall had seen this scene too many times, but she couldn't help but smile.
Looking at Wien rushing into Gringotts.
McGonagall recalled the question he had just asked.
She had a feeling that this kid was not as docile and obedient as he seemed.
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The second Harry Potter by the little author, please give more data and comments, feel free to discuss any ideas.