Diagon Alley

After returning to Moonlight Castle, Harry dismounted the Flying Broomstick with practiced ease, like a seasoned rider.

"You seem to have quite a knack for flying," Mu En said with a smile.

Harry was taken aback by Mu En's sudden praise. Holding the broomstick in one hand, he didn't know where to put the other, finally scratching the back of his head. "I... I don't know either."

Mu En chuckled and led the way into the castle. "Get ready, we're heading to London."

Harry was a bit surprised and hurried to catch up. "Uncle Mu En, am I going too?"

"Of course, kid. Who else will carry my purchases?" Mu En strode towards the second floor, calling back without looking, "Lucifer, get me some money."

"How much?" Lucifer's voice emerged from the fireplace.

"One... no, two."

Lucifer nodded, then looked at Harry with some confusion. "Aren't you cold?"

Harry only then realized he hadn't put on his clothes yet, his lean body exposed, making him look like a vagrant.

Considering he couldn't even get enough to eat, he wasn't much different from a vagrant anyway.

A little over ten minutes later, he saw Uncle Mu En come down, having also put on a khaki jacket that complemented his trousers.

"How are we going?" Harry asked, standing up.

Mu En walked over to Lucifer. Lucifer opened his mouth and spat out two gold bricks. He placed the gold bricks into his cuff, and they were "eaten" as if by magic.

"We're flying, of course..." Mu En said casually, then realized that if he flew directly, he'd likely be apprehended by the Ministry of Magic again.

"Lucifer, do we have any transportation?"

Lucifer thought for a moment. "There's still a shuttle and a glider in the basement."

Harry looked as if he'd seen a ghost. He didn't know what a shuttle was, but... a glider??

"No, I mean something less conspicuous, with wheels."

"A carriage?"

Mu En was silent for a moment, then looked at Harry and said, "We might have to choose a method you're least willing to accept."

"What?"

"Teleportation," Mu En said with a slight smile, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder and gripping it tightly. "I haven't been to London many times, so I don't have a clear impression of most places. However, there is one spot where I can guarantee we won't get stuck in a wall after teleporting."

"Where is it?" Harry suddenly felt nervous upon hearing the risk of getting stuck in a wall.

"Big Ben!"

As he finished speaking, a sound of rapidly swirling air suddenly filled the surroundings, and the space around them collapsed inward with Mu En's body as the center.

The next moment, the two of them vanished from their spot.

London, Westminster, also known as the West End, is the absolute center of London.

Atop Big Ben, accompanied by a gust of air, two figures suddenly appeared.

"This is..." Harry's mouth hung open as he looked at the River Thames below and the Houses of Parliament beside it, a sense of unreality washing over him.

However, the cold wind that followed immediately confirmed the reality of his surroundings.

Mu En paid no mind to this, quickly scanning the streets below. He soon located an empty alley, and the next moment, the two of them disappeared from their spot again.

In a deserted alley on the west side of Trafalgar Square, Mu En emerged with Harry.

Harry hadn't recovered from the two consecutive teleports, his face a sickly green. Mu En waved to a passerby ahead and asked for directions.

By the time Harry recovered, Mu En was already sitting in a typical London black taxi.

After Harry got in, Mu En handed him a silk scarf.

"What's this?"

"It's to cover the scar on your forehead," Mu En explained. "Also, when we get there, if anyone asks your name, remember to tell them you're Harry Jones."

Mu En shook his head. "Trust me, it won't hurt. If I recall correctly, your name carries other significance."

"What significance?" Harry suddenly felt curious. He was just an ordinary person; could there be a famous person with the same name?

"I only have a partial understanding," Mu En said.

He truly only had a partial understanding. He just knew that Harry seemed to be a celebrity in the wizarding world, a huge celebrity.

The kind that could cause a commotion.

Of course, he didn't think Harry was particularly special, just an unfortunate child.

Upon reaching Charing Cross Road, the two hadn't walked a few steps before they noticed an old pub.

It was so old and dilapidated that it looked like it belonged in an old movie, and sandwiched between two exquisitely decorated bookstores and record shops, it stood out starkly.

Yet, the hurrying crowds didn't even glance at it. Harry, having seen much at Moonlight Castle, immediately realized that ordinary people couldn't see this pub.

Entering the pub, the large and small figures immediately drew considerable attention; the pairing was truly incongruous.

If Mu En looked like the patriarch of a rising family in the wizarding world, Harry looked like... like a servant.

Many people couldn't help but feel confused. Did he not have any house-elves at home?

An old man, hunched over, suddenly stood in front of the two of them. He asked, "Guests from afar, do you need any help? Are you heading to Diagon Alley, or would you like a drink?"

Old Tom had been running this pub for decades. He could guarantee he hadn't seen any familiar faces on Mu En's, so he easily determined that the two were not locals.

"We'd like to go to Diagon Alley. Could you please show us the way?" Mu En asked with a faint smile.

"Of course, please follow me." Old Tom nodded and led the two towards the back of the pub.

The three arrived at a small, walled courtyard. Besides a trash can and some weeds, there was nothing else. Harry was confused when he saw the hunched old man pull out a small wooden stick.

"Starting from the trash can, count three bricks up, then two bricks across."

After speaking, he pointed the small wooden stick at the corresponding bricks and tapped them twice.

Then, before their eyes, the brick he had tapped suddenly trembled and began to move. A small hole appeared in the center, and the opening grew larger and larger. Soon, a wide archway appeared before them, leading to a winding, cobbled street that disappeared into the distance.

"If you need any change, walk down the path to the intersection, and you'll see Gringotts. Lastly, my name is Tom Able. Welcome back to the pub for a drink after your shopping. I wish you a pleasant journey," Old Tom said.

"Okay," Mu En nodded and walked towards Diagon Alley first.

Harry quickly followed, looking around and gazing left and right, hoping to see everything clearly. There were shops selling owls, shops selling dragon liver, and shops piled high with spellbooks, quills, rolls of parchment, potion bottles, and globes...

Mu En was also a little amazed. He hadn't felt this way in many years. Most wizards lived in seclusion, so commercial streets on this scale were not common.

Then, the two saw Gringotts, a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops, next to gleaming bronze doors.

And, a goblin.

The goblin was about half a head shorter than Harry, with a dark, intelligent face, a pointed beard, and unusually long hands, feet, and nose. It was exactly like the wicked goblins in the stories.

Mu En was also a bit surprised. Goblins running a bank? Could humans trust them?

Going further inside, there was another door. At the same time, two goblins came to greet them. Harry seemed to notice something written on the door, but before he could get a clear look, Mu En had already walked in, so he had no choice but to follow.

They entered the main hall, where about a hundred goblins were busy at the counters. Mu En walked up to an empty counter and asked, "Can I exchange gold?"

"Of course, gold is always valuable," the goblin nodded impatiently without looking up. "The current price of gold is 40 Galleons an ounce. How many ounces do you want to exchange?"

Mu En apologized, "Sorry, you might have misunderstood. I want to exchange some money."

As he spoke, he took out two large gold bricks.

Clang—

The Galleons that the goblin had been idly spinning on his long fingers suddenly fell to the ground. These were his cherished coins, but now they were no longer important.

In his eyes, there was only the gleaming sight of the two large gold bricks.

Mu En handed the two gold bricks over. The goblin's hands trembled as he first used some sort of spell to measure the purity, and then placed them on the scale.

"4.4 pounds... 53 ounces, equivalent to the price of gold..."

Click-clack, click-clack, he began calculating.

"That's 2,120 Galleons, sir," the goblin said with a full smile, all traces of his earlier impatience gone.