"...... 'Muggle', yes, that's what it's called. About 300 years ago, the wizarding community of various countries signed an agreement called the International Secrecy Act, and wizards were strictly separated from ordinary people, namely Muggles...... Oh, don't worry too much, you'll learn these things in school later. ”

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Maca and Alexander were walking on their way to Diagon Alley, and as she walked, Maca talked to Alexander about the wizarding world.

Naturally, they were followed by Alexander's father.

In fact, the previous process of convincing Alexander's father was not very easy. After all, the family had just lost a mother, and the child was no more than ten years old, so it would be difficult for any Muggle parent to let him study in a suspicious "school of witchcraft".

However, the magic of Maca was beyond Mr. Wolfe's knowledge. Even a magician who appears on TV can't do such a magical thing, right?

You know, it's in his own home!

However, in order to use his own eyes to verify whether there are any so-called "wizards" in this world, Mr. Wolf still offered to go with them to the wizarding world to have a look. Maca is not surprised by this, because even if the other party doesn't mention it, his side will bring it up.

“…… So, does a magic school have to be held every day, just like a normal school? "For a child, going to school can be fun, but it can also be restrictive.

Maka, who was a little ahead of her, nodded casually when she heard this.

"Maybe the answer will be a little disappointing, but it is." "But don't worry, it's a lot of fun to learn magic - I want you to promise you that as long as you keep interested in it, it will give you all sorts of joy!" For example, you can learn how to fly on a broomstick and then fly in the air with the rest of your classmates – we call this sport 'Quidditch'. ”

"Oh! It turns out that wizards can really fly on broomsticks? I'd love to try it sooner......" Alexander was so captivated by all the novelties that came out of Maca's mouth that he might have forgotten even his father, who had been following him all along.

But just as Maca was thinking this, Alexander pursed his lips, and the excitement and anticipation on his face slowly melted away in the afternoon sun.

“…… You can even make people fly, so why can't you bring your mother back to life? ”

Alexander's whisper, Maca naturally heard it. Not only him, but even Mr. Wolfe, who was walking behind, apparently heard it, for his expression was also covered with a layer of gloom.

Maca thought for a moment, but gently withdrew the hand he was about to put on Alexander's shoulder. Because he knows that what he should have said has already been said, and sometimes, superfluous explanations and comforts can only backfire.

"We're here," after walking a short distance down the streets of London, Maca finally stopped first, and pointed somewhere along the roadside, "this is the Leaky Cauldron, and one of the entrances to Diagon Alley is in the backyard of the pub - it's a wizard-only shopping street, where we have to buy the school supplies you need." ”

As Maca spoke, Alexander looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, there was a small, inconspicuous bar. Mr. Wolfe in the back also turned his head in that direction, but he only looked at it in confusion, and it was obvious that he had found nothing.

Maca took two steps back, touched his arm coldly, and smiled at Mr. Wolf, who had turned around.

"As I told Alexander," he said, "wizards have voluntarily distanced themselves from ordinary people, so naturally we will set up magic in such places so that you will not see them...... Let's see! You should be able to see it by now. ”

“…… Oh! ”

Mr. Wolfe, who looked in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron again, was taken aback.

To be honest, Alexander's father was actually very tough-looking, and it was not obvious from his appearance that he was the kind of man who would lose his soul because of a severe blow. If you look at it this way, Alexander's appearance may be inherited from his father, but he is afraid that his heart is more inclined to the mother who bravely protected his loved ones in the explosion.

While Maca was thinking in her heart, she led Alexander to the narrow front door of the Leaky Cauldron.

This dilapidated room is as cramped and dark as it was yesterday. If you want Maca to talk about it, let's not mention the appearance on the outside, at least the inside should be cleaner and brighter, right? Otherwise, whenever a Muggle parent passes by, the first impression would have been enough to lower their ratings for the wizarding world and wizards.

"Oh—isn't this Mr. McLean? How can you be free today......" As soon as Maca walked in, a certain wizard in a top hat immediately caught a glimpse of him, "Oh, is it a freshman?" Hello little one! ”

Maca vaguely remembered that his name was Digo, and the only characteristic of this guy was that he had a very loud voice. No, his voice attracted even half of the eyes of the bar.

For a while, Maca couldn't do anything other than respond to their greetings one after another.

Speaking of which, with his current fame, let alone in the British wizarding world, even if he goes abroad, he will probably be recognized by some wizards who pay attention to current affairs. Once he is high-profile, his face will no longer be able to keep a low profile.

"Alright, everyone......" Maca said with a smile, "Thank you for your kind invitation, but I'm working today, so I won't stay and have two drinks with you, sorry, sorry—"

As he spoke, he hurried through the bar with Alexander and Mr. Wolfe and hurried to the back door. It wasn't until he was in the small patio in the backyard where no one was there that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, you seem to be famous here? I feel like they're ...... In the ......"

“…… in flattering you. ”

The words Alexander wanted to say were filled in by his father.

"Alexander, I have to say, your senses are very sharp," Maka shrugged, "cheeky words—yes, I have some accomplishments, and you'll know about it later." But don't think of me as so great, you know, most things in this world can't be done by one person alone. In my accomplishments, too, there are many other people who have helped me...... Many, much more. ”

When she said these words, Maca couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In fact, he has been trying to take all those dangerous things on his own, but he has not done much after all. If he had done so, perhaps everything would have been more perfect now—even if he understood that there was no such thing as "perfection" in the world.

Standing in front of one of the walls of the patio, Maca put aside her thoughts and stretched out her hand in front of her.

"Alexander, remember this," he said, "start with the gap in the bricks, count three up and two to the side, and strike your wand three times—and I'll take you to buy a wand of your own." ”

With that, he tapped three dots with his finger on the unremarkable red brick. The next moment, the brick retracted at once, and the surrounding bricks flipped to the side, soon revealing a large hole for people to pass through.

"That'...... What about your wand, sir? Alexander stared curiously at the wall as he moved on his own, asking what he was most concerned about.

"Oh," Maca laughed, "because my wand is bigger—you know, it's sometimes not so convenient if it's too big." ”

In terms of reason, his answer is really a big truth, isn't it?

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

When Alexander was once again attracted by the strangely dressed wizards on the streets, Maca said the words that the professor in charge of leading the new students would almost certainly say.

"The one across the street is mainly a crucible shop, crucibles, scales, and vials, you'll need them - it's written on the list, remember?" Maca said this, but instead walked straight forward with the father and son, "But before we can do that, we have to go to the Gringotts Wizarding Bank first, the wizard shop does not charge pounds." ”

Diagon Alley is not a big place, so the shops are lined up very closely. Follow Maca as they move along, dazzling the father and son with a variety of magical goods on both sides.

It wasn't until the fork in the road that the two of them suddenly felt a pang in front of them, as Gringotts finally came into their eyes.

To be honest, Gringotts is probably the most imposing place in Diagon Alley. It was a towering white building with a glittering bronze and silver door, and a solemn-looking guard standing in front of it.

Yes, except that the guards are a little shorter, there really isn't much to be faulted with.

"That's the goblins, in fact, they are not much different from us, it's-"

On the street outside the bronze gate, Maca was introducing the father and son, when she suddenly heard a very familiar shout from the hall inside the door.

"Time is money, my friend!"

"Oh......" Maka couldn't help but feel a little crying and laughing at the original self, "By the way, I suggest you open an account here - the fee for opening an account is quite cheap, and there is no storage fee for a low deposit." In fact, the goblins wish everyone had put all their money in their coffers! Because then they can watch every day! ”