A friendly day at Hogwarts

Outside the partition wall, the red-haired Weasley family gathered together, and people passing by looked sideways from time to time.

Even among Muggles, there are very few such conspicuous families.

Mr. Zhang, who had a relationship with Glenn, was waiting at the door, smiling as he watched the two people come out of the partition wall.

Qiu rushed over and gave her father a big hug.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Glenn greeted him with a slight bow.

"It's little Mr. Ollivander!" Mr. Zhang smiled at him friendlyly and pointed to a place not far behind him.

Glenn looked in the direction of his finger and saw a person who surprised him.

Garrick Ollivander.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Glenn asked with some confusion.

Old Ollivander narrowed his eyes and gave him a kind smile.

"It's getting late at this time. I saw there weren't many customers, so I just closed up early."

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Glenn knew it.

It has been 12 years since he traveled through time and was reborn.

Cold comes and summer goes, and the seasons change.

Even in the days when Voldemort was at the height of his power, there was no time for even a guest.

This Ollivander's Wand Shop has never closed early, even once.

But on the day he returned from Hogwarts, the small shop had a "Closed" sign for the first time.

This made him somewhat touched.

Perhaps the only thing that can make an octogenarian change his habits that have been the same for decades is family affection.

It was a rare trip for his grandfather to go out. Glenn suddenly became interested and asked.

"You must have never taken a Muggle taxi, grandfather?" he suggested, "How about we give it a try?"

"Okay." Old Ollivander still smiled and nodded slightly, with a bit of endearment in his eyes.

The two waved goodbye to the father and daughter, as well as the wizards and wizards nearby who were saying hello, and walked out leisurely.

Glenn relied on the map function to find his way out effortlessly.

Old Ollivander looked slightly surprised as he watched him maneuvering around and around with ease.

Glenn stole a glance at him, laughing to himself.

Unexpectedly, my grandfather also had the same attribute of being a road fool.

If it weren't for the extraordinary effect of Apparition, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy for him to pick her up.

The grandfather and grandson walked out of the huge King's Cross Station and came to the roadside.

Glenn glanced up and saw a waiting area lined with London's black cabs.

He looked at the classic cars that were still active in the streets of London 20 years ago, and it felt like a world away for a moment.

The two walked over, and Glenn thoughtfully opened the back door for his grandfather, then walked around to the other side and sat down.

The interior of the somewhat bread-like body is spacious and comfortable.

"48 Charing Cross Street, thank you."

Glenn gave his address, and the driver agreed and started the car.

Old Ollivander looked at the bustling scenery passing by on both sides of the car window without saying a word, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

I haven't been to the Muggle world for decades. I didn't expect that the changes in the world would be so huge.

Glenn's grandfather, who was lost in thought, realized something in his heart.

Technology and magic are two seemingly incompatible routes, but they are implicitly connected.

The simplest example is a magic camera that uses developing potions.

It's just that most wizards who have little contact with Muggles don't know that the Muggle world has changed far beyond their imagination.

My lord, times have changed.

King's Cross Station is only a ten-minute drive from the Leaky Cauldron, passing by the British Museum.

The taxi drove smoothly, passed the British Museum, and came to a roadside lined with bookstores.

The stop was next to a narrower path, next to a slightly larger record store.

Glenn took the remaining pounds from his pocket a few chapters ago and handed them to him, returning a few large and small coins.

The grandfather and grandson got out of the car, and the driver looked at the deserted, dilapidated, long-closed shop sandwiched between the record store and another bookstore, with a puzzled look on his face.

He didn't stay too long, collected the money, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

The two noticed the driver's eyes, smiled at each other, and opened the small door of the shabby shop that had been abandoned for a long time in the eyes of Muggles.

Yes, this is the Leaky Cauldron, a famous landmark building in the Harry Potter universe.

The wind chimes on the doorframe made a "ding-dong" sound.

The store behind the front door is as small and shabby as it looks from the outside.

The lights in the store were dim and the floor was full of stains.

Glenn felt a chill down his spine. This environment was really unfriendly to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

An old man with a thin body, almost all his hair and teeth, hunched over, came out from behind the bar.

In Rowling's words, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron looks like a shriveled walnut.

"Good evening, Mr. Ollivander, and young Master Glenn." He looked at the door through which the two came in, bowed slightly and said, "This is the first time I see you coming in from this entrance."

"Hello, Tom." Old Ollivander greeted with a smile and explained, "Glenn just came back from Hogwarts. I went to pick him up and experienced the Muggle taxi ride."

Glenn also said politely: "Yes, Grandpa Tom."

"That's it." There was a hint of understanding on Old Tom's face.

As if hearing the word "Hogwarts", a cute little girl with twin ponytails and rosy cheeks ran out of the small room behind the counter.

"Is Glenn back?" she asked in surprise.

Glenn glanced at her and smiled: "Long time no see, little Hannah."

The person who came was none other than the famous Hannah Abbott, who often appears in Harry Potter fan fiction.

I have to say that for Glenn, Hannah is definitely his childhood sweetheart.

The two grew up together, and the girl was always like a little follower, following behind him all day long.

Even though he never showed any magical talent, he was once regarded as the first squib of the Ollivander family.

Fortunately, Glenn didn't have thoughts similar to "Xiao Yan and Xiao Xun'er" because of this, and he just treated her as his own sister.

Old Tom looked at his lively little granddaughter with a smile and said, "Hannah is 11 years old, and it's time to go to Hogwarts next year."

Glenn smiled to himself and nodded.

"Iron Hannah", who doesn't know that?

Everyone chatted for a while, and Glenn told Hannah some interesting stories about Hogwarts, making the little girl laugh again and again.

Seeing that it was getting late, the grandfather and grandson came to the empty patio behind the bar.

Old Ollivander took out his wand and lightly tapped a few green bricks on the wall.

The bricks rotated and moved, making bursts of friction sounds. A hole appeared out of thin air and slowly expanded to form a wide archway.

Grandfather turned around and gave Glenn a kind look.

"Son, welcome home."

(Volume [-], completed.)