Pull out a paper map covered in wrinkles and sweat stains.
Xifa struggled to judge where he was.
To be careless, there is still a gap between outer London and central London.
Xifa faced the noon sun, squinted his eyes, and searched for his location and direction on the map.
Finally, after his unremitting efforts and a few polite inquiries, Xifa finally arrived at the entrance of the bar sandwiched between a suit shop and an umbrella shop.
Although the uncertain situation has led to a depression in the British economy, this is the heart of London.
It doesn't seem to have much impact.
There were still many Muggles around.
As the rumor goes, they all turned a blind eye to the sudden presence of the bar.
Xifa saw the dilapidated sign on the bar.
Take a deep breath and put the map in your pocket.
He stepped forward and pushed the door open.
The bar was dark inside, and the atmosphere seemed to be deliberately created. Wizards liked this old-fashioned atmosphere.
This forced Xifa, who stepped into the bar, to open his eyes wide to see clearly what was around him.
However, there were no surprises in the bar.
But this is to be expected.
All the objects that came into view were dark and broken.
The guests were not just humans, there were a mix of fish and dragons, because Xifa saw a table of creatures that were obviously goblins in the corner. As for whether there were vampires, werewolves, etc...
Xifa didn't dare to think about it any more.
Keep moving forward.
There were witches and witches passing by who were drinking, smoking, and people shouting fiercely on the side who seemed to be playing cards and gambling.
He took a deep breath before letting go of the door, and what entered his nose was the overpowering smell of the room.
Fortunately, Xifa didn't lose his temper.
Xifa coughed a few times with difficulty and forced himself to adapt to this harsh environment.
With great difficulty, he gathered his nerves and walked towards the counter.
The room is larger than the scene seen outside, it must be some kind of magic that expands the space.
For the people in the house itself.
The little boy who suddenly walked in attracted the attention of some people in the bar, but it was the back-to-school season and there were too many little wizards here.
The arrival of Western France was not surprising.
Xifa walked forward slowly, and came to stand in front of the bar front desk without squinting.
Ever since Xifa opened the door, the younger bar owner has been wiping glasses expressionlessly behind the bar.
It wasn't until Xifa came to stand in front of the bar that he raised his head and glanced at Xifa.
Seeing that the boss noticed him, Xifa quickly said: "Hello!"
"Ah hello."
The boss's reaction was very dull, but the man in his hand had already put down his hands.
"I'm the boss here, you can call me Mr. Tom."
"Okay, Mr. Tom."
Xifa hesitated for a moment, and then continued after thinking that the school would not arrange for a store with malicious intentions towards children to receive new students.
"My name is Sifa Kerwin, and I am a new student at Hogwarts this year."
After saying that, Xifa waved the admission letter she took out to Tom, and continued when Tom nodded.
"The school asked me to come here to buy school supplies. I don't know what I should do next?"
Xifa calmly expressed his confusion.
"Well, behind my bar is an entrance to Diagon Alley, and the school has entrusted me to open the door for you."
After saying that, Tom turned around to lead the way.
Seeing this, Xifa quickly raised the question that he had been worrying about for a long time.
"Mr. Tom, I don't have wizard currency. Where can I exchange pounds for wizard currency?"
After hearing this, Tom, who took out his wand, was stunned for a moment, and turned around with a surprised look on his face.
"Didn't I give you gold Galleons? Wait, what's your name?"
Feelings, you were just talking to me perfunctorily before.
Xifa was speechless for a while.
"Sypha Corwin, Mr. Tom."
After all, he was the requester, so Xifa reintroduced himself without changing his expression.
"Oh, Mr. Xifa, let's put it this way, well, maybe the little girl who came today is bringing your subsidy."
Little girl? Not a senior? ? !
Something went wrong, Xifa frowned.
"loud voice"
Immediately afterwards, Tom shouted towards the stairs leading upstairs.
At the same time, Xifa also noticed that the people around him did not react much, as if the deafening sound did not reach their ears.
So I warned myself even more to be humble. After all, Mr. Tom had full control over his magic power, and he was just a bar owner.
"The little princess of the Dumbledore family! The little friend you have been waiting for has arrived!"
Dumbledore has a daughter?
Xifa almost lost his composure.
This deviation is too big.
He's not a liar, is he?
Fortunately, this is a living world, everything is possible, just wait patiently...
While waiting, Tom used his stern eyes to stop a crazy-looking old witch from trying to get close to Xifa. Xifa couldn't help but have a much better impression of Tom's irresponsibility.
Half a quarter of an hour passed... The sound of Titi's little leather shoes stepping on the wooden board could be heard from the corridor.
Xifa, who had been waiting for a long time, looked for his voice and was shocked by the girl who appeared in front of him.
The girls all have fair skin, long silver-white hair, oval faces, bangs, and bows on their heads.
The clothes were a plaid shirt and a short skirt. What surprised Xifa the most was the stockings she paired with them, one white and one black.
Xifa also felt a trace of magic fluctuations on those stockings, which might be alchemical products.
However, after all, Xifa has a mature mind and can calm down in the blink of an eye.
Raising his head, Xifa's eyes met the girl's.
The white-haired girl has sky-blue eyes and a sunny smile on her face.
Seeing Tom, there was only one of his peers, Xifa, in front of him.
The white-haired girl came to Xifa gracefully, with her white right hand, she said in a clear voice:
"Hello, my name is Elise Dumbledore. Don't be surprised, I am my father's adopted daughter."
He seemed to be caught off guard by the girl's enthusiasm.
Hearing her name, Xifa's eyes showed a look of shock. Elise noticed this and explained.
After Xifa listened, it would be rude to raise questions.
He shook hands with her quickly and said: "Hello, I am Sifah Corwin, as you know."
The two introduced themselves to each other, and Tom on the other side finally became impatient and interrupted: "Okay, okay, everyone has seen it, get out of here quickly, don't delay my business."
Elise stuck out her tongue and made a face at Tom to express her dissatisfaction.
Then he turned to Xifa and said.
"Follow me, this old Tom is really too much. He still relies on us here even though he doesn't have many guests."
Xifa quickly followed the girl's footsteps, because behind her was Tom's angry roar:
"I'm only thirty! Thirty! I'm not completely bald yet! I look older but not really old!!!"
Elise smiled in front, as if she was very satisfied with the effect of her rebuttal.
