Chapter 3: Diagon Alley

　　 Early the next morning, Matthew woke up very early.
　　 In fact, he barely rested the night before.
　　 There are many things in my mind, about magic, about Hogwarts, about the world.
　　 Obviously, this world I am in is exactly the magical world Harry Potter is in in my memory, but there are many differences from the world in my memory.
　　 More importantly, according to Penello-Crivat's description, as an underage wizard from Muggle, he seems to have been firmly bound to death by the laws of this world, and there is no way to get out.
　　 In this way, I can only take one step and see one step.
　　 While thinking, Matthew got up from the bed. There was a little breakfast on the old wooden table: cereal, toast, and grilled sausage.
　　 After taking a few bites, although the taste is a bit weird, it is not impossible to swallow.
　　 He already knew last night that the room he was in was in a bar in London...Broken Cauldron Bar, Room 13.
　　 A very famous place in the wizarding world.
　　 Probably a Muggle-born first-year Hogwarts first-year freshman, who should be arranged here?
　　 "Mr. Wickfield, have you gotten up?" Just after Matthew had eaten breakfast, Penello Krivart's voice came from outside the door.
　　 "Of course, I finished breakfast." Matthew hurriedly walked over and opened the door of the room.
　　 "Then let's go now." The other party smiled and said, "As a freshman at Hogwarts, you still have a lot to buy."
　　 While talking, she stuffed a parchment list into Matthew's hand.
　　 "No problem!" Matthew glanced at the list and stuffed it into his pocket.
　　 may be because of the early time, there are not many customers in the broken cauldron bar.
Several old women were sitting in the corner of the house drinking sherry with small glasses, one of them was smoking a long pipe; a man in a top hat was chatting with a barkeeper who had almost stripped hair and looked like a walnut day.
　　 "Good morning, Ms. Shimizu." The bar owner glanced over and saw Penello walking downstairs with Ma Xian, smiled at her, showing a rotten tooth.
　　 "Good morning, Mr. Abbot." Penello nodded politely at him: "I'm taking a freshman to Diagon Alley to buy the necessities for Hogwarts."
"I wish you all the best."
　　 "Thank you."
　　 They just walked through the bar of the broken cauldron and came to a small patio surrounded by walls. There is nothing here except some weeds.
　　 "Remember this brick, Mr. Wickfield." Penello did not know where he took out a small wooden stick-her wand.
At the same time she looked at the wall on the other side of the Broken Cauldron Bar: "From the bottom left, count 16 yuan horizontally, then 12 yuan upwards... Remember not to count wrong, otherwise it will be quite bad. s consequence."
　　 She used her wand to tap the brick three times.
The brick she knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the opening became bigger and bigger. Soon there was a wide archway that was large enough for two people to pass, leading to a winding path. The winding cobblestone streets with invisible ends.
　　 "This is Diagon Alley, the largest wizarding business street in the entire UK!"
　　 Matthew followed Penello and walked along the archway. As they entered, the archway gradually narrowed, and finally became the original solid wall.
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　　 may have come very early, Diagon Alley is not as lively as Matthew imagined.
　　 There are few wizards and wizards on the roadside, and they come and go in a hurry, and most of the shops have not yet opened.
　　 Seeing Matthew's eyes have been scanning the surrounding shops, Penello slightly misunderstood his thoughts:
"Don't worry about money, Mr. Wickfield, Hogwarts will cover all the expenses of each student during the seven years of school, especially students from Muggles... Let’s go to Mr. Ollivander first. Wand shop, buy a wand for you."
　　 "Okay, listen to your arrangements, Miss Kriwatt." Matthew nodded obediently.
　　 The two continued to walk along the alley, just as they passed a snow-white marble building high above the surrounding shops.
　　 "This is Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank." Penello introduced: "Of course you won't need it until you graduate from Hogwarts."
　　 Matthew just glanced at the gorgeous bank, and then his gaze moved to a ghastly side road.
　　 The fork in the road is dark, and nothing can be seen; a crooked brass sign hung at the fork in the road, and a big X is on it.
　　 "This is..." Matthew frowned and walked over with some curiosity.
　　 saw the name written on the sign: "Turndown Alley".
"This road used to be'Turnover Alley'." Penello walked over and introduced: "Some extreme wizards are haunted. Many years ago, there were many shops selling extreme wizards... But as early as Ten years ago, this place was forcibly closed by the Ministry of Magic, and the owners of those shops were also imprisoned in wizarding prison."
　　 Seeing this broad daylight, overturning the dark mist in the alley, Matthew couldn't help but step back.
　　 Has the Turnover Alley closed?
　　 Matthew turned around thinking, and then he seemed to hit something...or rather, alone.
　　 "I'm really sorry!" Matthew turned around, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com apologized.
　　 At the same time, he also saw the true face of this man-he was an old man, skinny, wearing very dirty pajamas, gauze wrapped around his hands, the shoes were old and bad, and even the mouth of the shoes was cracked. The whole body is in tatters, which is in marked contrast with this neat street and the brightly dressed witches and wizards.
"Honorable sir, poor poor old Umbridge, I haven't eaten for a day..." The old man dressed as a beggar tremblingly lifted a broken bowl with a gap: "One Nat... One Nat will do. "
　　 Matthew was stunned.
　　 A copper plate was thrown into the beggar's bowl, then Penello pulled LaMatthew's clothes and motioned for him to leave quickly.
　　 "Thank you, beautiful lady...Thank you, noble sir..." Only the beggar bowed behind them.
　　 "He is..." After walking a few steps away, Matthew asked strangely.
　　It is hard to imagine that in this world where magic exists, there will be beggars begging because they have no money to eat!
"It's nothing more than a dumb cannon." Penello said flatly: "Just as a child in the Muggle world has a very small chance of becoming a wizard, a child in the wizarding world will also have a very small chance of becoming a Muggle. That is a dumb cannon... …Don’t worry about him, he is not the same person as us."
　　 "Why don't you send him to the Muggle World?" Matthew couldn't help asking.
　　 "Because they have learned so many secrets about the wizarding world since they were young, it is impossible to let them leave." Penello simply replied, "Okay, we are here."
　　 The shop in front of me is small and broken, but the golden sign on the door is new, and it says:
　　 "Grigovic: Well-made wands since 473 BC."