Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

He took some time to deal with the music company's affairs and bid farewell to the old dean. The reason was that the school was in London, far away from Dundee, and Sainz planned to go there in advance to familiarize himself with the environment.

In fact, his previous question to Professor Sinistra about the mode of travel was also a preparation for this.

The fireplace in the orphanage cannot be connected to the Floo network all the time. This is just a Muggle community. Making an exception for the freshmen of Hogwarts is already a great mercy. Wanting to continue to waste the energy of the Ministry of Magic is simply a bit ungrateful.

A quick trip to Diagon Alley gave Sainz a basic understanding of the general situation of the wizarding world. Gringotts did not really like the British pound, but gold was still a hard currency.

Or maybe it was just as Sainz had thought before, the magic world was still adhering to the gold standard in the era of precious metal currency, and did not understand that gold itself was not as reliable as it seemed.

In any case, this is a situation that Sainz would like to see.

Sainz weighed it and found that the gold Galleon weighed about 3 grams. One gold Galleon was equal to 5 pounds. In other words, 1 gram was approximately equal to 1.7 pounds.

If the gold galleons were pure gold, I would have lost a lot of money long ago.

In fact, it is not. Gold Galleons are just magical currency made by goblins. Each one has the number of the minter on it, which is equivalent to an anti-counterfeiting mark.

From this perspective, in essence, gold galleons are also an alternative credit currency.

The current price of gold is about 14 pounds per gram. If you exchange all the 1 cash for gold bars, it will be close to 22 kilograms.

He dragged a nearly 30-kilogram suitcase out of the house and held his applewood wand in the air, just like an ordinary person hailing a taxi.

Soon, maybe a minute later, a three-decker bus jumped out from the traffic in the distance and stopped in front of Sainz with a bang, completely ignoring the fact that it almost ran over someone.

The words "Knight Bus" were written in large letters on the windshield.

Wow!

The rear door of the vehicle opened and an old-fashioned conductor got out. His dim and turbid pupils stared at Sainz, as if he would disappear accidentally.

"The Knight Bus is at your service... um... sir?"

A hoarse voice came out from the skinny old conductor's throat, "We serve anyone in trouble," he carefully distinguished Sainz's expression, "or any wizard in need. I am the conductor Kirill Mayo."

Sainz felt that the skinny old man might die at any time, so he refused his offer to help carry the box with his crutches.

"Thank you. I can handle it myself. If possible, I hope you can tell me some things to pay attention to when riding a bus. This is my first time..."

"Drive, Ern!" The conductor called out to the old driver who had fallen asleep on the steering wheel. The car suddenly jumped and rushed into the traffic. "Instructions for the ride? Of course... of course... No, you pay the fare and we take you wherever you want to go, that's it! Isn't it Ern?"

"Yes!" the old driver answered without looking back while fumbling with the steering wheel. The shrunken head hanging on the front and rear view mirrors of the car also echoed loudly.

"That's our driver, Ern. Ern Plan."

Ern is also an old fellow, and he wears thick wine-bottle-bottom glasses, which makes people doubt whether he can see the road ahead clearly, but who cares? That's the nature of the magical world.

If you care too much about the rationality of Muggles in the wizarding world, you might end up becoming Harry's aunt.

Kirill Mayo heard the answer and turned back with a little pride, "My little wizard friend, as long as you are on land, you can go anywhere you want."

"Go to Gringotts, how much?"

"How much? Eleven Sickles. It's eleven Sickles in England, of course. If you pay fourteen you get chocolate, and if you pay fifteen you get a hot-water bottle and a toothbrush. You can choose any colour you like."

Sainz was not interested in chocolate, nor was he interested in receiving a toothbrush that he was not sure whether it was clean or not. He just paid the basic fare, carried the dozens of kilograms of luggage as if it were nothing, and sat down on a shabby chair with a reclining back that was scattered all over the floor.

He remembered that the first time Harry took the Knight Bus was at night, and the carriage was full of brass bunk beds. Perhaps because it was daytime, the carriage was full of noisy four-legged chairs that dodged passengers randomly, and would twist in depression when they were pinned down.

With a loud bang, the Knight Bus passed between the two cars that jumped away. The scene in front of my eyes went dark and then bright, and then it stopped directly.

"Mr. Ellis Willards, Hadsholmer Park, Lincolnshire. You have arrived."

The old conductor climbed up to the second floor step by step with the help of crutches. After a while, he led down a middle-aged wizard in a traveling cloak. Judging from his expression, the journey must not have been a pleasant one.

Kirill Mayo obviously didn't think so, and led the way happily, "Mr. Velos, please go this way." Mr. Velos covered his mouth with his hands and stumbled out of the car.

As the door closed, the bus jumped out as if it was participating in the long jump.

If Sainz wasn't in such a strong physique, riding this tool would definitely not be a good choice. It would be bad enough for others to ride it occasionally, but the conductor and the driver in front of him have to do this as their job. It's really miserable when you think about it. They both look like they are about to die at any time. It's hard to say that there are no factors in this regard.

The conductor obviously didn't understand his inquiring gaze. He gave Sainz a convulsive smile, revealing his yellow teeth. "There are many passengers every day. People like Knight Bus. Do you know our secret? Your name is..."

"Sainz Autumn"

"Yes, Sainz Autumn, do you know what the secret is? Obviously there is a secret, and the secret is to serve with a smile! Happiness is contagious, Mr. Autumn."

Sainz smiled in agreement, complaining in his mind, "A ghost's smiling service. People take this damn thing because they have no other choice? They can't Apparate, their broomsticks are too tired, and their fireplace floo subscriptions haven't been renewed."

boom!

Manchester, Sale

boom!

Kings Hotel, Durham

boom!

Birmingham Nature Center

Bang! Elcrane, Binevina.

boom!

There are apparently no stops on the Knight Bus's route, and Sainz discovered that the order in which the buses stop is determined by the order in which passengers board.

That is to say, even if your destination is near someone who got off first, it will jump hundreds of kilometers away to drop off the person ahead of you before jumping back.

"Gringotts! Mr. Autumn, let me help you with your luggage."

"Thank you, Mr. Mayo, but I won't trouble you. I can handle it, you see, very easily."

"Yes, it is much lighter than it looks. It doesn't seem heavy in your hand. Good day, Mr. Autumn. Knight Bus is always at your service if you need it."

After the old conductor closed the door, the purple three-decker bus lurched forward with a bang and disappeared.

It's really amazing. Each step can jump a hundred miles, or 160 kilometers. From getting on the bus to getting off, it takes less than ten minutes in total, and most of the time is spent waiting for passengers to get on and off the bus.

Such advanced black technology is only used to transport a group of nostalgic people living in the Middle Ages. It can be said to be an organic combination of advancement and backwardness. How can I say it? I can only sigh that it is worthy of being a magical world!