Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

At this moment, the wizard who had been watching for a long time finally spoke.

“Mr. Potter, I can’t believe it, I’ve finally met you…” The first wizard to speak suddenly realized that he wasn’t as excited as he had imagined when he saw the savior.

The other wizards also noticed that the atmosphere at the scene seemed a bit strange.

One of the wizards, trying to ease the tension, remarked, "Truly, Mr. Potter, look at him throwing up..."

"So smooth, right?"

Chapter 53: Step through this door, and you will no longer be Nobody.

"Alright, everyone, please make way."

"The 'Savior' has a tight schedule today; he doesn't even have his own wand yet." Professor Venda finally spoke her first words of the afternoon.

The French Rose's imposing presence caused the patrons who had gathered to watch the savior to make way for her.

Harry felt like he'd been granted a pardon and quickly followed Professor Venda and Isaac into the Leaky Cauldron.

Putting aside the savior thing for now, Harry really didn't want to be praised like a living fountain in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

However, Harry vaguely sensed that he was not just a nobody in the wizarding world.

In the rocky hut, Harry learns from Isaac that his father's family seems to be very prominent in the wizarding world.

But Isaac spoke so calmly, and the Dursleys' expressions were so complicated.

As for Professor Venda... to the French Rose, the Potter family is nothing special.

So much so that Harry couldn't truly grasp the difference between his future life in the wizarding world and his present life.

Just now, at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, so many people ran out to admire his human fountain, and even racked their brains to praise him.

This was a feeling Harry had never experienced in the first 11 years of his life.

"Sir, I don't understand..."

Harry seems to like calling Isaac "Mr.", perhaps because Isaac is far more mature than his peers?

Or perhaps Harry himself longs to have a "grown-up conversation" with Uncle Vernon in a mature manner, just like Isaac.

“They seem to...know me?” Harry wanted to say they knew me, but the way those people had acted just now was more in line with the concept of “knowing”.

“Yes, Potter first... well, Harry.” Isaac met Harry’s persistent gaze and readily called him by his name.

“From the moment you stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, you were no longer the ‘Nobody’ you once were. I’ve said before that the entire British wizarding world was whispering your name shortly after your birth, and that’s no exaggeration.”

Even though Isaac had been a Death Eater before enrolling, published two papers in top wizarding journals, and received the Order of Merlin, Second Class, he was still not as famous as Harry Potter.

Unfortunately, the one Harry "killed" was the leader of the Death Eaters.

Voldemort is an unavoidable figure in the modern British wizarding world, and whenever someone mentions the Mysterio, Harry Potter is inevitably brought up next.

If Harry had been presented as a baby to the British wizarding world after defeating Voldemort, the wizards might not have reacted so strongly now.

The key point is that Harry was sent away directly at that time.

This feeling of gratitude and excitement was suppressed for 11 years.

Harry's is like a trendy shop now; given the chance, everyone wants to queue up for Harry's shop.

It's perfectly normal to be enthusiastic.

Isaac couldn't just tell Harry directly, "Dude, you've become a popular spot that everyone wants to queue for."

It's hard to say whether there's a definition for "internet celebrity store" right now.

Isaac's gaze fell on Harry's forehead.

Noticing Isaac's gaze, Harry subconsciously touched the faint lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Is it because of this scar, sir?"

Harry's favorite feature about his appearance is the faint, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

He'd had the scar since he could remember, and he recalled that the first question he asked Aunt Penny was how he got it.

Aunt Penny told him it was from the car accident that killed his parents, and then Penny forbade him from asking any more questions about the scar.

"Your parents did not die in a car accident; they died fighting against an evil terrorist leader."

The scar on your forehead is proof of their heroic resistance, and also proof of maternal love.

On the night the Potters were attacked, your mother cast a powerful protective spell on you, saving you from death and reflecting Voldemort's Killing Curse.

And then you became the savior of the British magical world.

Upon hearing this, Harry noticeably slowed his pace.

At the Dursleys' house, he had never heard his aunt and uncle talk about his parents. It was as if Harry's parents were taboo in the Dursleys' house.

Now, he finally heard more about his parents from someone his own age.

But they were talking about their parents' deaths.

“No, sir… the saviors should be my parents, not me,” Harry suddenly said firmly to Isaac.

Isaac nodded and didn't say anything more, clearly agreeing with Harry.

Professor Venda glanced at the small, thin Harry in surprise upon hearing his words.

This was the only surprise this "savior" had brought her all afternoon.

Upon reaching the entrance to Diagon Alley, Isaac pointed to a brick in the wall: "Remember this brick, Harry."

Starting from the trash can, count up three bricks, then count two bricks horizontally. These are the magic bricks that open the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Your wand is the key to open this door.

Isaac tapped the brick three times with his wand, and the brick began to shake and wriggle, creating a small hole in the middle that quickly expanded into a wide archway large enough for Hagrid to pass through.

After Isaac and his two companions passed through the archway, it immediately and automatically retracted, transforming back into a solid wall.

Harry wished he had eight more eyes.

As they walked down the street, he looked around, trying to see everything clearly: all the shops, the objects in front of the shops, and the shoppers.

Just then, Harry suddenly realized something.

“Sir, I...I may not have the money to buy what’s on the acceptance letter.” Harry went from dejected to cautious, afraid that Isaac would send him back to the Dursleys because he didn’t have the money.

Although he already knew that his father came from a prominent family, it was clear that 11-year-old Harry did not understand what that really meant.

"Yes, yes, Harry."

You don't have any money right now.

This is exactly what we're about to do.

"Dude, you're about to become rich." Isaac grinned and pulled Harry by the shoulder into Gringotts.

“We need to exchange some pounds,” Isaac said casually to the fairy behind the counter as he approached it.

The fairy at the counter looked up and, upon seeing Isaac, clearly showed a hint of disdain in her eyes.

However, it was well concealed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Waldorley, there is a limit to the number of Galleons each junior wizard can redeem. You have already reached your annual quota."

"Tsk tsk, how could I not know about this? Look at him, I came to exchange for this little wizard."

Isaac simply counted out £500 from his wallet and tossed it lightly onto the counter.

"Isn't that a rule of the Ministry of Magic?"

Chapter 54 Harry, Galleons can solve 90% of life's troubles

“Yes, sir.” The fairy’s tone was a mixture of displeasure and heartache, as if the 100 Galleons were his own private gift to Isaac.

Harry, who was standing nearby, clearly wanted to say something when he saw Isaac's actions, but he held back.

He planned to tell Isaac later that he really didn't need that much money.

Even if Harry has no concept of 100 Galleons, surely he has no concept of 500 pounds?

When has he ever seen such a large sum of money before!

However, Mr. Waldorley must have his reasons for doing so, and Harry swallowed back the words he was about to say.

After Isaac put the Galleon into Harry's hand, Isaac took out a key from his pocket.

"Vault 687, we're going to the Potter family's vault to withdraw money—this is Mr. Harry Potter."

When Isaac said those words, the fairy opposite him didn't move at all, but Isaac could tell from its eyes that it must have been cursing very filthy.

"Pull ring!!!"

The fairy's shrill voice echoed throughout the bank; the fairy who had taken Isaac and Hagrid to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone last time had reappeared.

"Take these two gentlemen and this lady to vault number 687."

After saying that, the counter fairy shut her mouth tightly and lowered her head again.

It wouldn't even glance at Isaac.