Train to Another World.

Chapter 452 Diagon Alley

Noticing that everyone had already entered the Leaky Cauldron, McGonagall said to Hagrid, "I have to take the freshmen to buy school supplies. I'll excuse myself first."

At this time, Hagrid also saw the group of people waiting for McGonagall in the back, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, that's great, I'm also bringing little Harry to buy school supplies this time, why don't we join?"

Mag thought about it and nodded: "Okay."

McGonagall knew very well what Hagrid was thinking. Looking at Harry Potter's timid expression, she thought that if he could meet some peers in the wizarding world before entering school, he would probably feel a little more relaxed.

Li Zhuoguang didn't pay attention to their conversation, but looked at a man with a turban drinking in a corner. If he remembered correctly, that was Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort.

Li Zhuoguang's fingers moved on the gourd, wondering if he should just chop him off right here. Anyway, no matter how powerful his magic was, he didn't show any superb physique or reaction ability in the original book.

If he rushed to him at full speed and chopped him with the red light, he should be able to kill him. Then, Li Zhuoguang dispelled this idea. He had dreamed of going to Hogwarts since he was a child. If he killed Quirrell here, this opportunity would be gone. He had to be patient for now.

Suddenly, Li Zhuoguang felt like a wall was blocking him. He looked up and saw a big face with a friendly smile: "Little guy, are you also a freshman this year?"

"I'm twelve years old this year, so I should be considered a transfer student."

McGonagall corrected him, "Mr. Li, you and Miss Po will be freshmen this year. Although freshmen usually receive their admission letters at the age of eleven, wizards born after September will be delayed by one year, so many wizards are already twelve years old when they enter the school."

Hagrid pushed Harry, who was hiding behind him, forward and said, "He is Harry Potter, and he is also a freshman this year. Perhaps you two can become friends."

The wizards around were all happy to see Harry Potter making friends with people of the same age, but they noticed that Li Zhuoguang and his group had indifferent expressions when they heard Harry Potter's name, and then they looked at Li Zhuoguang and Pojun's faces with oriental features.

Someone introduced him kindly, "He is our savior. He ended that man's rule eleven years ago."

William raised his eyebrows: "Wasn't he born eleven years ago? And that person, who is that person, some hateful noble lord?"

The wizards around looked at William in astonishment. Although Voldemort only harmed the British Isles, his name was not unknown to foreigners. Could it be that these people have always lived in the Far East?

Someone explained: "That man's name cannot be spoken, but he did kill many people during his active period. And our savior did end that man's rule when he was born."

William glanced away and stopped asking. Through other people's descriptions, he at least knew that the so-called "that person" was considered a strong man here, and it was unreasonable for a newborn baby to defeat a well-known strong man.

So William regarded this news as a publicity stunt by someone with ulterior motives. He had seen many such tactics in his original world. He glanced at the timid and skinny Harry, who really looked like a puppet.

Po Jun was a little curious and asked, "How many people did he kill?"

This really stumped the man. Although the Ministry of Magic had announced the number of victims, Voldemort did not kill them all by himself. So the enthusiastic wizard could only make a rough estimate and said, "About a hundred or so."

Po Jun was surprised and said, "That doesn't mean there are not even two hundred? Not yet... um... um!"

Xiong Facai covered her mouth with his hand: "This is already comparable to the population of the area where we live."

Most of the wizards present had drunk wine, and Xiong Fa Cai covered his mouth quickly, so the wizards nearby did not hear clearly what Po Jun said. Only Quirrell, who was sitting in the corner, kept watching this side silently.

Everyone came to the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, and Mag introduced the trick to enter Diagon Alley. Li Zhuoguang jumped up and lay on the brick wall, watching the people coming and going in Diagon Alley behind the brick wall.

It seems that this is really just a wall, not a space portal, so Li Zhuoguang wondered: "This wall is so low, if we don't know the location of the special bricks, can't we just climb over it?" "...We usually don't do this."

Li Zhuoguang asked a question that had occurred to him when he was reading the book: "Muggles generally cannot enter the Leaky Cauldron, but I can see that there are many wizards on that street, which proves that the location of the bricks is not a secret. What is the value of a combination lock that everyone knows the combination of?"

McGonagall was stunned. In her long teaching career, she had never met a young wizard who would ask this question: "Diagon Alley has a long history. This wall was set up when it was first created. The situation at that time may be different from now.

Although times have changed, this wall has been preserved to this day.”

Li Zhuoguang nodded: "I understand, isn't it just Mo Shou... um... um!"

Xiong Facai made another move: "This is really a ceremonial experience. The person who decided to preserve this wall is really creative."

Mag smiled and looked at Li Zhuoguang and Pojun. She had a feeling that these two new students would most likely enter her college. She glanced at Harry Potter, who was following Hagrid closely, but she was not so sure about him.

Everyone walked into Diagon Alley, and their first stop was Gringotts. After all, Hagrid had to get something, Harry had to go to the vault, and Li Zhuoguang and his group had to exchange Galleons.

As they walked along the road, Harry Potter mustered up the courage to approach Li Zhuoguang and Pojun and asked, "Are both your parents wizards?"

Li Zhuoguang shook his head: "No."

Pojun thought for a moment and said, "I have never seen my parents, but they probably aren't either."

Harry didn't expect to meet someone of the same age as him here. He immediately felt more familiar with him. "I haven't seen my parents either. I was adopted by my uncle and aunt when I was young."

"I was raised by Grandpa Runsheng and his family, and later I followed Brother Li and his family."

Harry glanced at Li Zhuoguang, who lied, "She is my distant cousin. After we met her, we took care of her."

Harry said enviously: "You are so lucky that your grandfather is still alive and your relatives are taking good care of you."

Just as Pojun was about to explain, Li Zhuoguang patted her and whispered, "This is how machine translation works. Don't worry about it."

Pojun nodded, then asked: "Are your relatives not good to you?"

Harry shook his head. "Not good."

Po Jun asked quickly: "Did they not feed you enough and beat you, or did they throw you into the front line without even giving you basic equipment?"

Harry: "???"

Pojun looked Harry up and down for a while. He was fair-skinned and thin, but he didn't look hungry. Except for his forehead, there was no scar on his exposed skin. He must have guessed wrong.

Then she thought of a possibility: "Did they sell you to Xiang Gu... um... um!"

Brother Fa Cai felt as if he was still at home. He felt so tired that he had to drink two glasses of honey water to relax.

(End of this chapter)