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Chapter 5 Professor McGonagall is so scary

"Professor, where is Diagon Alley?"

"London, Charing Cross Road, Westminster. Over there is the most famous landmark in the wizarding world, the Leaky Cauldron. After passing through the Leaky Cauldron, you will reach Diagon Alley."

Perhaps because she had answered this question so many times, Professor McGonagall answered without even thinking.

"The Leaky Cauldron, Charing Cross Road, Westminster, London," Andrew repeated the location. "Okay, Professor, I've got it down. How do we get there?"

"Knight Bus, Floo Network, Apparition or use Muggle transportation," Professor McGonagall looked at Andrew and nodded, "If we were in London, I would suggest using Muggle transportation, but this place is a bit far and there is no large Floo Network node nearby, so we Apparate there."

"Apparition? It means - to use a spell to move a person from one place to another?" Andrew did not forget his chatterbox character. "It sounds like a very amazing spell..."

"Most students will try to learn it when they become adults, but it does require sufficient magical knowledge and magical power as a foundation," Professor McGonagall nodded, "Hold my arm, Taylor, and never let go, or we'll be in some trouble."

Andrew is quick to learn and never takes things for granted when faced with the unknown.

"Close your eyes, Taylor, and get ready—one, two, three."

As the last word was uttered, a thick darkness surrounded Andrew, accompanied by a severe feeling of squeezing. He felt like diving into the sea, feeling pressure coming from all directions.

But the discomfort soon disappeared, and Professor McGonagall's voice soon came, "Okay, you can open your eyes, Mr. Taylor, it's a very good Apparition experience."

Even in the midst of that intense discomfort, Andrew could still hear Professor McGonagall's voice circling around him, as if she was checking on something.

"Is there something wrong, Professor?"

"No, everything is fine. There is nothing to worry about, Mr. Taylor," Professor McGonagall said in a very sure tone. "I am just doing a routine check on the clones. If you don't keep a close eye on them, it could easily go wrong."

"Like I said at the beginning, one of the consequences of not using magic in a regulated way?"

"That's right, Taylor." Professor McGonagall nodded, "But now you can turn your attention somewhere else. This is the Leaky Cauldron."

I've heard the name for a long time.

If the surname McGonagall is not added with the word "Professor", it is difficult to associate it with the wizarding world, but the Leaky Cauldron is different.

Andrew cast his eyes towards the bar in front of him, or rather the tavern. Compared to the bookstore and record store next door, it really lived up to its name.

“Great for a concealed entrance.”

Andrew commented on it, "People around here don't seem to notice it, and they also ignored our sudden appearance - is this another new magic?" "More than one, there are most of the concealed spells here to protect this tavern and the land in front of the tavern, but we need to get into the bar quickly, otherwise it will easily affect others' entry." Professor McGonagall nodded, and she changed her mind again.

His insight and reasoning abilities are both good, and he has self-control. Compared to these, that problem is nothing.

They quickly entered the bar.

Andrew noticed that when the people in the bar noticed that it was Professor McGonagall who came in, the temperature in the bar dropped by at least ten degrees - maybe more.

The noise of drinking contests, the exchanges that bordered on quarrels, and the hearty laughter disappeared completely, as if someone had cast a spell to ban all sound in this place.

Not only that, most of the drinkers seemed to be under some strange spell, and their necks bent naturally, as if they could not bear the weight of their necks.

In this atmosphere, even Andrew, who wanted to continue to maintain his image, did not dare to say anything. He just followed Professor McGonagall and walked forward obediently.

When Professor McGonagall was greeting the bar owner, Andrew noticed that many eyes glanced over quietly, but then quickly turned away - but the noise in the bar was still quiet enough that he could hear breathing.

In fact, the noise in the bar did not rise until Professor McGonagall took Andrew out the back door, but until Professor McGonagall brought Andrew to a wall, the noise there was frighteningly low.

"Here," Professor McGonagall pointed to the wall, "start this way, three blocks up and two blocks in, and tap with your wand."

This focused Andrew's scattered thoughts. He took note of the brick, and then noticed that as Professor McGonagall tapped her wand, the bricks began to move quickly, quickly making way for a wide passage.

"This is Diagon Alley," said Professor McGonagall as she handed Andrew a purse - a very small handbag, and judging by its appearance, the shriveled purse was big enough to hold four handbags. Obviously, this was another kind of magic.

"This is the school's exclusive fund, 70 Galleons, which are used to purchase books, wands, school robes, and teaching aids. After that, 30 Galleons will be provided every year to purchase subsequent books and teaching aids. The money is not enough, so I'm afraid you can only buy some of your textbooks second-hand."

(According to Dobby's original salary of 10 Galleons per week, and the wand is likely to be subsidized by the Ministry of Magic, the price cannot be used as a benchmark. Considering the exchange rate issue, it is supplemented outside the book, and there is a patch on the exchange rate change of five pounds to one Galleon, so the five-to-one exchange rate when the minimum hourly wage in the UK was 1991 pounds in 2.45 is not set. By the way, the weekly salary of doctors at that time was about 850 pounds, and dentists were even higher.)
"The gold coins in the bag are Galleons. Seventeen silver Sickles make one Galleon, and twenty-nine Knuts make one Sickle."

"The items that need to be purchased are on the subsequent list of the letter," Professor McGonagall said as she handed another letter to Andrew, "Take a look first."

Andrew tucked the purse under his left elbow and opened the letter with his right hand. Theoretically, he didn't need to read the first page, but he still read it carefully for a minute before turning to the table of contents on the second page.

Books for various subjects, school robes, cauldrons and ingredients for brewing potions (he noticed there was such a course), wands, and even a telescope.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Andrew thought about the cost of professional books and asked with some pain, "Can the currency of the magic world be exchanged for ordinary currency?"

"Of course. We recruit suitable students from the Muggle world every year, but there is a limit on the amount of currency that can be exchanged per person each year, and the source of income must be filled in to confirm that it is not illegal income. However, Muggle-borns can be exempted from filling in the form before graduation, but a certificate from the school is required. The current exchange rate is seven pounds for one Galleon."

(Important things should be said twice. The original interview clearly pointed out that the exchange rate is variable...)
(End of this chapter)