Diagon Alley

The three of them looked at one another.

"After all, it's magical fire. Put some strength into it," Kayson patched things up.

"Okay... whew!" Harry blew hard.

Kayson swiftly reached out, pulled out the torch, and replaced it with a small wooden stick.

The three of them stared at one another again.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

It was applause celebrating Harry's birthday.

Harry could keep the cake for himself. Kayson, meanwhile, stood up and walked toward The Dursleys, who were trembling in the corner.

The four of them looked at one another again...

"I heard you arguing with Hagrid just now. You said Dumbledore handed Harry over to you without saying anything. Was there anything else besides Harry himself?"

Mr. Dursley used his fat body to shield his son and his wife, Petunia, and shook his head vigorously.

"What about child support?"

"There wasn't any."

"This really was Dumbledore's oversight..." He glanced back at Harry, who was eating cake through his tears.

"I think this child support should be enough to compensate you for raising Harry for eleven years. Any more than that... I don't think you invested much in him materially. And emotionally, I don't think you gave him much either. Forgive my bluntness, but that's the truth." As Kayson spoke, a Gold Cube weighing nearly one kilogram suddenly appeared in his hand.

He placed it on the ground. Honestly, he had no idea what gold was worth these days. To him, gold was genuinely useless.

"You're being too merciful to them," Hagrid complained as he watched.

"Otherwise what? Kill their whole family here with a spell?"

"No, no, it doesn't have to come to that."

"If you can't eat anymore, stop eating. Get dressed. We're leaving." Kayson pulled his hood back on and spoke to Harry.

"This is all I have. I just need to put on my shoes," Harry said, wiping cream from his face.

"See? I told you that gold was too much." Hagrid was still angry.

"Forget it, Hagrid... And you lot, that gold is genuine. Don't worry that I used some trick to fool you. This is your last chance. I won't take back any excess, and I'll make up any shortage. Once I leave, you won't get another chance." Kayson shrugged at the family of three in the corner.

"...No, no... There's no need."

"Mm-hm. Let's go."

The three of them got on the motorcycle, with Harry squeezed between Hagrid and Kayson.

But when Kayson saw the thin boy seated in front of him, only reaching his chest, he simply took off his raincoat and draped it over Harry.

Harry's favorability +10

Harry's favorability +10

Kayson did not care about favorability. He was genuinely afraid that the cold night air would make an eleven-year-old child sick. Besides, he still had a trench coat without his raincoat. If Hagrid lost his coat, he would be running around naked.

"Thank you," Harry said softly from the front.

"It's nothing. Hagrid, hurry up."

By about dawn the next day, the three of them had taken the subway and then a taxi, arriving at The Leaky Cauldron exhausted.

It was not because of any other troublesome matters, such as Muggles spotting them flying through the sky on a motorcycle. The motorcycle simply did not have enough power. Perhaps a giant and an adult were already its limit.

Adding Harry had been asking too much of it.

If Kayson had not placed blocks across the sea's surface the night before, they might still have been soaking in seawater.

After all, none of them could Apparate, and the teleportation range of an Ender Pearl was truly limited. It could improve mobility in combat, but for long-distance travel, it was difficult.

The three entered The Leaky Cauldron. The people inside curiously examined Harry, while Kayson likewise examined the pub. Unfortunately, there was nothing particularly magical about it. After all, the most magical place in all of England and Scotland was Hogwarts.

After Hagrid exchanged pleasantries with the people in the pub for a while, he realized he could not get away, so he sent Kayson a pleading look.

"How about taking Harry to Diagon Alley to buy some things? Everything he needs for school is listed in the acceptance letter. Please, I'll have a few drinks and then come find you."

Kayson shrugged. "What's the problem? No problem."

He naturally led Harry toward the back door of the pub, arriving in a small courtyard...

"Where's Diagon Alley?" he muttered, somewhat baffled.

"You don't know either?" Harry looked up at him curiously.

"Uh... no need to be formal with me. I was pretty much like you before. Anyway, I've never been to Diagon Alley."

Harry nodded and pressed his ear against the wall.

"Is it behind the wall? I can hear lots of sounds from behind it."

"Perhaps. Step back." As Kayson spoke, he pulled Harry away from the wall, then lightly rapped the wall in front of them twice with his knuckles. With two thuds, he smashed out a one-meter-by-two-meter passage.

"Hurry, hurry. Get inside before someone comes looking for us over vandalizing public property." Kayson hurriedly pulled Harry into Diagon Alley. Within two breaths, the two of them were calmly looking around Diagon Alley with curiosity.

Then they both remembered their actual business. Kayson took the acceptance letter and looked it over.

"Wand, cauldron, robes... Hiss... So much stuff. Let's start with the wand." He raised his head and scanned the signs around Diagon Alley, finding the only shop related to wands.

"Come with me."

The two entered Ollivanders Wand Shop. Harry curiously looked at the dazzling assortment of wands covering the walls. Kayson was curious too, but he chose to pick them up directly and compare them with the wand in his hand.

"That one... rose vine with a Phoenix Tail Feather. Whose work is that? It isn't in the style of any of Europe's three great wand shops."

An elderly man with a head of silver hair appeared from behind a shelf and looked at the wand in Kayson's hand.

"This one? Dumbledore gave me a feather, and I made it myself using rose vine." Kayson turned and saw the man, who appeared to be the shop owner. Somewhat embarrassed, he put the wand that did not belong to him back and explained.

Ollivander looked at Kayson's young face and nodded. "Very good talent for alchemy."

"Mm-hm."

"Which family are you from? I haven't seen you before."

"Uh, I used to be a Muggle."

"Were you in Britain before?"

"Yes, but I didn't attend Hogwarts."

"Durmstrang? Or Beauxbatons?"

"Uh... self-taught."

"I see... Do you have a job?"

"Yes. I'm Hogwarts' Alchemy Professor."

"I can offer you a... Huh?" Ollivander nearly finished his sentence before abruptly swallowing it back.

"Never mind. Mr. Potter, we finally meet." He put on a smile again and looked cheerfully at Harry, who stood behind Kayson.

"Hello, sir."

"Go on. Buy your wand. I'll wait for you here."

Kayson patted Harry on the back.

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