My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

The next day, Maurice woke up very early.

After a quick wash, he went to the living room and found Harold already waiting for him there.

The person in charge was pacing anxiously—it seemed to be his habit.

He glanced at the clock on the wall every now and then, clearly looking forward to his upcoming trip to Diagon Alley.

"I've been waiting for you for ten minutes," Harold said, straightening his tie. "Is there anything you need me to bring?"

"No need," Morris replied.

However, he still brought his wand—even though it wasn't very useful at the moment, just to look more like a wizard.

He noticed that Harold had specially changed into a neat suit today, and his hair had been carefully combed.

They look like they're doing something nice.

The two quickly walked to the door, where the car was parked.

Harold patted the hood with considerable pride and said to him, "See this? A classic model from 1980... It's older than you, but it runs more smoothly than many new cars."

Morris knew nothing about cars, but the one looked expensive.

Can you really make a lot of money by running an orphanage?

He pondered to himself as he sat in the passenger seat.

At the same time, Harold inserted the key and started the engine.

"Then let's go," he said enthusiastically.

However, thirty seconds passed, and the car was still stationary.

"What are we waiting for?" Morris couldn't help but ask. "Or has the car broken down?"

“No, we’re not waiting for anything, son.” He tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel and whistled. “Actually, we’re mainly waiting for you—you see, my car can go anywhere, but only if I know where I’m going. I don’t know where in London there’s a place called Diagon Alley.”

Maurice then realized that he had never told Harold the exact location of Diagon Alley.

However......

"Mr. Green, I hope you're not angry."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't even know where Diagon Alley is..."

「!?」

Harold turned his head away, somewhat speechless, and took a deep breath, seemingly trying to maintain his patience.

"Wait a minute," he rubbed his temples, "you mean you don't know where Diagon Alley is?"

"It seems you grasped it quite quickly," Morris said calmly.

"..."

Just a second before Harold was about to explode in anger, Morris quickly added, "But I remember there was a large bookstore and a record store next to it."

Harold felt that the boy in front of him was teasing him, but he had no proof.

"You can't find the exact location just by that," he said coldly.

"That's all I know," Morris shrugged. "Maybe we can wander around and see things in person so I can remember. A big bookstore and a record store—there aren't many combinations like that."

Harold stared at Maurice for a few seconds, seemingly trying to determine if he was joking. Finally, he sighed helplessly and gripped the steering wheel tightly again.

"Alright, let's start from Charing Cross." He muttered as he shifted gears. "That's where all of London has the most bookstores. Hopefully, we won't have to turn the whole city upside down."

......

Fortunately, the two did not spend much time.

The Leaky Cauldron is located in the middle of Charing Cross Road.

Although Harold couldn't see it, they managed to get inside the bar with Morris's guidance.

In Harold's eyes, he had only taken two steps in the open space before finding himself in this completely unfamiliar place.

"Don't pay attention to strangers."

Morris repeated what Professor McGonagall had told him.

Harold immediately and nervously did as instructed.

The two arrived at the backyard one after the other.

The place is still the same as before, surrounded by walls and a trash can.

"Count two bricks up, then two bricks horizontally..."

Harold held his breath as he watched Maurice draw his wand and tap it three times lightly on the particular brick.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Maurice said softly.

......

Diagon Alley.

Harold looked around, feeling a surge of excitement.

He had been to Charing Cross Road more than once, but he never imagined that there was such a hidden place there.

This is the world of magic!

He saw a snow-white owl fly over the Flourish and Blotts sign, and not far away, a copper kettle in front of the crucible shop was humming an off-key tune to itself.

A strange yet pleasant scent filled the air, making him feel refreshed.

Morris reminded him, "Now we should go explore a bit. By the way, how much money did you bring?"

Harold instinctively clutched his pocket and asked warily, "What do you need the money for?"

"The entrance fee," Morris said without batting an eye. "I can't possibly take you on a tour of the magical world for free, can I?"

Harold stared at him, wide-eyed in disbelief. "You didn't tell me this. And... wizards use our money too?"

“I remember you said yesterday you’d give me pocket money,” Maurice said, already walking towards the white building. “We’re going to Gringotts, where we can exchange your pounds for gallons and siscoats, which are wizarding money. I also want to buy some odds and ends besides textbooks—come with me.”

As Harold followed, he asked, "Do they use credit cards?"

After weaving through the bustling crowd, the two arrived at the entrance of Gringotts.

There were several fairies at the gate.

This was the first time Morris had observed these creatures up close. They were shorter than he had imagined, with dark, wrinkled skin, long, pointed ears that stretched back, and shrewd eyes.

To be honest, it's a bit ugly.

As the two passed by, the fairies bowed slightly to them.

"They seem very polite," Harold whispered to Maurice. "Are they even human?"

"It's a fairy," Morris replied.

Upon entering the main hall, one finds a long row of counters where fairies sit on high stools, busily engaged in their tasks.

Morris led Harold directly to an empty counter for currency exchange.

"Hello?"

Morris tilted his head back and greeted him—that was the only way he could do it given his height.

The fairy looked up from behind the tall ledger and said expressionlessly, "What kind of service do you need?"

"I need to exchange some pounds for some Galleons, sir," Morris said.

The goblin looked Maurice up and down, then nodded knowingly. "A new student at Hogwarts, from the Muggle world, is that right?"

"What does it matter?" Morris frowned slightly.

“Of course,” the goblin tapped the counter with her slender fingers, “if you’re not a new student at Hogwarts, we simply won’t exchange your currency. Muggle money is useless to us—we only offer this service to incoming Muggle wizards.”

"Alright, I'm a freshman at Hogwarts." Maurice nodded.

The fairy snorted softly and took out an exquisite scale. "According to the rules, you can only exchange for a maximum of fifty Galleons."

Fifty Galleons? Morris was slightly disappointed.

However, this is reasonable.

For a wizard, earning pounds is much easier than earning galleons.