Piltover, Golden Avenue.
Recently, a crooked alley has appeared on this busiest commercial street. The buildings inside are also shabby, which is a far cry from the other clean and tidy houses in the city.
However, even in such an alley, people come and go every day.
In order to control the flow of people, there are a bunch of elite Piltover guards guarding the entrance of the alley. After a certain number of people come out, an equal number of people will be allowed in.
But even so, it still can’t stop people’s enthusiasm. The long queue stretches out for hundreds of meters and is still increasing.
This alley is the Piltover branch of Diagon Alley.
In the mouths of Zaun and Piltover people, this place is also called the Magic Alley.
The shops inside are all run by those who walked out of the light gate. The items sold have various magical effects, which are fascinating.
At the Weasley Joke Workshop, the clerk introduced his product to a customer.
"This is a headless hat, sir. Once you put it on, your head will disappear."
The customer was surprised. "So powerful? Give me one. I must kill Old Bill and let him take my order."
"Sir."
The clerk barely maintained a smile on his face. "This is just a trick. It doesn’t really cut off a person’s head. Our products are extremely safe and are only used for pranks."
"If you want to buy some…more powerful gadgets, I suggest you go to Borgin and Burke’s at the deepest end of the alley."
After saying that, he picked up a headless hat hanging on the wall and put it on his head. In an instant, the part above the neck disappeared, and it returned to its original state after taking off the hat.
Although the customer was a little disappointed, he still bought a headless hat, and then followed the clerk’s instructions and went to Borgin and Burke’s.
The clerk then went to serve the next customer.
The small space was packed with enthusiastic customers, and almost everyone bought something to take away.
The situation in other stores was similar. Even things like Flobberworms and Foxy feces that could not be used at all were very popular.
The worst business should be Ollivander’s Wand Shop.
It’s not that customers don’t want to buy, but old Ollivander doesn’t sell.
He won’t sell his carefully crafted wands to a group of Muggles.
Even people who can use the magic power of this world are Muggles in the eyes of old Ollivander. Holding a wand is the same as holding a stick. There is no difference.
But the customers who come here directly regard the wand shop as a test shop. Everyone comes to try to see if they have the talent of a wizard in another world.
Wayne watched with interest for a while, until old Ollivander couldn’t stand it anymore and roughly pushed the guest out and locked the door, he retracted his gaze and said to the people around him.
"Let’s go."
Harry nodded andWayne walked side by side.
"What do you think of this world?"
Harry thought for a moment and answered truthfully: "When I first came here, I was a little afraid of the unknown. Now it’s okay. It feels like I’ve returned to London hundreds of years ago. It’s actually not bad?"
The two shuttled through the crowd, but the two sides seemed to be in a different dimension. No one noticed them, and no one would block their way forward.
After hearing Harry’s answer, Wayne nodded calmly, "It’s okay if you can adapt. In the future, most of the things in Piltover will be handed over to you."
"Me?" Harry was a little surprised and shook his hand quickly.
"I can’t do it, Wayne. I can catch criminals and maintain law and order, but you let me manage these shops and those trivial matters…"
"You need to practice more if you are not good at it."
Wayne interrupted Harry’s excuses and casually picked up a cup of butter beer placed at the door of the store and took a sip.
"What’s the point of being a bodyguard leader? Piltover is a place for you to grow up and gain experience. Mature as soon as possible, and then… hurry up and take Hermione’s position."
Harry’s eyes widened, "Why? Isn’t Hermione doing well? Also, aren’t you overestimating me by comparing me with Hermione?"
The sense of oppression brought by the academic bully has continued from the student days to now. Harry feels that he is always a waste in front of Hermione.
"You don’t know…"
Wayne sighed and threw back the cup of butter beer he had drunk. "Hermione is in power now, and her whole aura has changed. Even if she doesn’t discuss work after returning home, her behavior habits have been formed."
"When she says a word, Astoria will tremble for a long time."
"She must resign from the Magic League as soon as possible, otherwise those naughty kids in my family will cry."
Harry’s mouth twitched. He thought Wayne wanted to train him because he saw his potential.
The result was such a plain reason
"Anyway, I’ll give you a year. If you can’t adapt, I’ll send Sirius, Snape, and Lupin to Freljord to dig for True Ice."
A plain Lawrence-style threat, but it always has a good effect. (To read a thrilling novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
Harry reluctantly agreed, but also asked for a few helpers.
Ron, the Weasley twins, and several students who had a good relationship with him, and finally… Malfoy.
Wayne readily agreed and guaranteed that the person he wanted would appear within a few days.
"Wayne!"
While the two were talking, they had already walked out of Diagon Alley. Jinx, who was looking around for something, immediately called him out after seeing them.
"The little yellow-haired guy you asked Camille to find has been found!"
"Oh?"
Wayne’s eyes lit up and he waved at Harry.
"I have something else to do. I’ll leave first."
As soon as the words fell, Jinx and WayneAt the same time, they disappeared into the street. .
