Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

Harry involuntarily took a few steps back, distancing himself from the strange man.

But Bokin reminded him of something from the past: for the past decade, strangers on the street would always greet him and bow, as if the whole world knew him. Looking back now, some of the people dressed did indeed bear a resemblance to Mr. Bokin.

but……

"Famous? Me?" Harry asked incredulously. "Why?"

How come he never knew he was so famous?

In the dimly lit shop, only a faint butter lamp illuminated the surroundings, casting huge, blurry shadows on the walls. As the gloomy sky outside flickered, the shop's collection of antiques appeared even more eerie and unsettling.

"What? Why?" Bojin was caught completely off guard.

"You are the savior, you defeated that...that very famous...that gentleman I can't mention. Oh dear, that's so disrespectful," he stammered.

Victor, who was standing next to him, thought for a moment and finally remembered where he had heard the name Harry Potter before.

"You mean Harry Potter, the one who defeated Mystic?"

He glanced at Bokin's expression and then confirmed his guess.

"It seems so."

"Who is the mysterious person?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Victor said casually. “I only heard about it when I went for my Hogwarts interview. I heard that shortly after you were born, you defeated this mysterious man who was trying to rule the wizarding world and saved many wizards and Muggles who were oppressed by him—”

"Right, Bokin?"

“You’re right,” Bogin nodded. “Mr. Potter has caused… a lot of trouble.”

Bojin shivered, clearly unwilling to mention the mysterious man again, and bowed deeply.

"It is an honor for the 'Savior' to grace us with his presence, but if possible, Mr. Vanderbohm, could you please take him directly to Diagon Alley next time? If people see Mr. Potter here, some unpleasant things will happen, which will affect business."

He didn't want to see Harry at all.

People like Borgin Burke, who frequently make deals with Mysterio's supporters, will naturally cause a lot of trouble if they get involved with him.

"How did you end up hanging out with the savior?"

"You don't actually want to turn over a new leaf, do you?!"

Those pure-blood families who sell dark magic items would probably ask him that.

"I understand," Victor nodded noncommittally, then changed the subject, "Bokin, how do I get to Muggle London?"

"Just go out from the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. You can ask Tom, the bar owner; he knows a lot about Muggles," Borgin said respectfully.

"it is good."

Victor simply nodded to Bogin.

Bokin immediately understood, said nothing more, and quickly disappeared into the shadows behind the counter. A moment later, he emerged carrying a heavy little cloth bag and a strange book.

He first handed the cloth bag to Victor: "Here is one hundred and twenty Galleons."

Then he handed the book to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, this is a small gift. It may be insignificant to a savior like you, but I would be most grateful if you would take the time to read it."

"What's this?" Harry asked, taking the book with a puzzled look.

Upon holding the book, Harry immediately felt its weight; the cover had an unusual texture, as if it were slightly wriggling in his hand, causing him to tremble involuntarily. He looked down at the cover—

From Bloodline to Curse.

“The Black family’s library,” Borgin explained, “books that every Black child would use. Because there aren’t many people left in the family, these books ended up in my hands when the Ministry of Magic seized them. Although it might be a bit early for you to use them now, there are some… interesting little spells in them.”

Seeing that Victor did not stop him, Harry slowly tightened his grip on the book.

This is his first magic book.

He had a feeling that this book would change his life.

.......

"Jingle bells."

The doorbell rang twice more. Harry only caught a glimpse of Borgin bowing once more to their departing figures before slowly returning behind the counter and disappearing into the shadows.

Harry turned his head, wiped his broken glasses, and finally saw what the street looked like.

Outside is the bustling main street of Fandao Lane.

The sky above the street was overcast, covered by thick clouds, with no light in sight, much like the misty jungle where Victor lived, and all the shops around were of the same style.

Borgin Burke's shop was the largest in the vicinity, its exterior decorated with eerie old wood and black paint. Across the street was another shop in the same style, except its window displayed a row of shrunken human heads, a truly chilling sight. A few shops away, there was a large cage crawling with swarms of enormous black spiders, sending shivers down Harry's spine.

In the distance, several ragged wizards glanced at them after they came out, then whispered among themselves in the shadows in a corner.

But overall, no one came up to talk to them.

Victor walked beside Harry, his top hat obscuring most of his face, but wherever he went, a group of wizards silently made way for him.

Clearly, his demeanor had become one with the atmosphere of Knockdown Alley.

Victor walked down the street without even noticing anything amiss.

To him, it was just an ordinary street.

In fact, he first realized the existence of the wizarding world in Borgin Burke's shop when he walked out of a mirror, and Knockturn Alley thus became his most familiar wizarding gathering place.

Looking back now, it was only a week ago.

Since he is not actually human, and Victor, as a conceptual symbol, does not actually die, he was too lazy to learn about the wizards of this world in detail, and only looked at the rules of the magical world here.

After walking for a while, Harry finally couldn't help but ask:

"...So we're actually in London right now?"

"I don't know. I've never been to Muggle territory before."

"Okay," Harry nervously tugged at his clothes, somewhat incoherently asking about the previous topic, "Do you know the details of my background? I really want to know what happened to my parents—and that mysterious man—? My aunt told me they died in a car accident."

Victor nodded slightly, not refusing, and said:

"The Ministry of Magic hasn't reached a conclusion on this matter, but I suspect it's a common situation on my end."

"It is said that a mysterious person went to your house, intending to kill you for some reason, but ultimately failed and ended up dying himself. I suspect that you actually survived because you received a blessing from a fairy or elf."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. And your family background must be quite good."

"...Why?"

"The prerequisite for receiving a fairy's blessing is usually a special magical talent or bloodline. Families with such conditions usually produce one or two ambitious individuals, which can then transform your family into royalty or nobility in some place—at least that's how it is in our area."

"However, there are exceptions. I once had a friend who was born into poverty but also possessed exceptional magical talent."

"and then?"

"Then he got killed because he tried to steal someone else's princess and their magic lamp. He died a horrible death," Victor said expressionlessly.

"Life is unpredictable."

Harry stumbled upon hearing this, his movements becoming unsteady. He couldn't help but look up to observe Victor's expression, only to find that his demeanor remained unchanged, as if he were discussing something more natural than his friend's death—more like what bread he had for lunch the previous day.

Is the magical world really that dangerous?

Harry thought to himself, bewildered, that he had drawn completely wrong conclusions from Victor's few words.

That's not surprising. Although Victor did mention that it was something that happened on his end, he didn't elaborate, leading Harry to mistakenly believe that the wizarding world here was no different.

Does the magical world allow people to kill at will?

A sense of fear rose in Harry's heart, and his excitement for magic was somewhat diminished. He nervously clutched the hem of his clothes.

"Be more careful in the future. Don't get into conflicts with people unless you're absolutely certain."

"Alright, we've arrived."

Victor casually offered a word of advice and stopped beside a brick wall. Here, the sky above seemed to be getting brighter, unlike the gloomy, overcast skies they'd encountered in Knockturn Alley. Harry suspected that the previous effect was caused by magic.

There was an opening in the brick wall, and people were constantly going in and out, while a small, crooked sign stood next to it:

Break the Cauldron Bar.