"Okay, everyone, please give way.
"The Boy Who Lived"Today's schedule is very tight, and he doesn't have his own wand yet." Vinda Professor finally spoke the first sentence of the afternoon.
The momentum of French Rose made the drinkers watching the Boy Who Lived move out of the way.
As if Harry had received amnesty, he quickly followed the footsteps of Professor Vinda and Isaac and walked into Leaky Cauldron.
The Boy Who Lived put everything aside for now, Harry really doesn't want to be praised as a living fountain at the door of Leaky Cauldron.
But vaguely, Harry finally felt that he was not just a nobody in the world of Wizard?
In Rock Hut, Harry learned from Isaac that his father's family seemed to be very prominent in the world of Wizard.
But Isaac spoke too calmly at that time, and the Dursleys's expression was too complicated.
As for Professor Vinda... to French Rose, Potter Family is just that.
So much so that Harry couldn't really feel the difference between his future life in Wizarding World and now.
Until just now at the door of Leaky Cauldron, so many people came out to admire his human fountain, and even racked their brains to praise it.
I had never felt this kind of feeling before in Harry's first 11 years of life.
"Sir, I don't understand..."
Harry seems to like to call Isaac Mr., maybe because Isaac is far more mature than his peers?
Or, Harry himself really wants to have an "adult conversation" with Uncle Vernon in an adult way like Isaac.
"They seem to... all know me?" Harry originally wanted to say that they knew me, but the behavior of those people just now was more in line with the concept of "knowing".
"That's right, Potter first... Okay, Harry." Isaac met Harry's insistent eyes and called his name calmly.
"From the moment you walked into Leaky Cauldron, you were no longer the "Nobody" you used to be. I said that shortly after you were born, the entire British Wizarding World was whispering your name. This is no exaggeration."
Even if Isaac did a Death Eaters before enrolling, published two Wizarding World papers in top journals, and won a Order of Merlin, Second Class, he is still not as famous as Harry Potter.
There is no way, the person "killed" by Harry was the leader of Death Eaters.
Voldemort is a hurdle that British Wizarding World cannot get around in modern times. As long as someone mentions You-Know-Who, the one who will be mentioned next will definitely be Harry Potter.
If after defeating Voldemort, Harry stood up as a baby to accept the respect of British Wizarding World, Wizard might not have much reaction even now.
The key is that Harry was sent away directly at that time.
This feeling of gratitude and excitement has been suppressed for 11 years.
Harry is now like an Internet celebrity store. As long as conditions permit, everyone wants to line up to come to this Internet celebrity store Harry.
It's perfectly normal to be enthusiastic.
Isaac It's not easy to tell Harry directly, man, you have now become an Internet celebrity store that everyone wants to queue up.
At this moment, it's hard to say whether there is a definition of an internet celebrity store.
Isaac's eyes fell on Harry's forehead.
Sensing Isaac's gaze, Harry subconsciously touched the faint lightning scar on his forehead.
"Is it because of the scar, sir?"
Harry's favorite thing about his appearance is the light scar on his forehead that looks like lightning.
This scar had been there for as long as he could remember, and he remembered that the first question he asked Aunt Petunia was how this scar came about.
Aunt Petunia told him that it was caused by the car accident in which his parents died, and then Petunia forbade him from asking any more questions about the scars.
"Your parents didn't die in a car accident, they died fighting an evil terrorist leader.
The scar on your forehead is proof of their heroic resistance, and also proof of maternal love.
On the night Potter family was attacked, your mother cast a powerful protective spell on you, which saved you from death and reflected Voldemort's Killing Curse.
Then you become the Boy Who Lived of British Wizarding World."
Hearing this, Harry's pace obviously slowed down.
In Dursley family, he had never heard his aunt and uncle talking about his parents. It was as if parents in Dursley family Harry were taboo.
Now, he finally heard more information about his parents from a peer.
But what they were talking about was the death of their parents.
"No, sir...The Boy Who Lived should be my parents, not me." Harry suddenly said firmly to Isaac.
Isaac nodded and said no more. It was obvious that he also agreed with Harry's words.
Professor Vinda glanced at the thin Harry in surprise when he heard Harry's words.
This was the only surprise that the "The Boy Who Lived" in front of her brought her all afternoon.
Arriving at the entrance of Diagon Alley, Isaac pointed at the bricks on the wall. "Remember this brick, Harry."
Starting from the location of the trash can, count three bricks upward, and then count two bricks horizontally. This is the magic brick that opens the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Your wand is the key to this door."
Isaac tapped the brick three times with the wand. The struck brick began to shake and squirm, and a small hole appeared in the middle, which then quickly expanded into an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass through.
After the Isaac trio passed through the archway, it immediately automatically shrank back into a solid wall.
Harry wishes she could have eight more eyes.
As they walked down the street, he looked around, hoping to see everything: all the shops, the objects in front of them, the people shopping.
At this moment, Harry suddenly realized something.
"First, sir, I... I may not have the money to buy the things on the admission notice." Harry turned from frustrated to cautious, fearing that Isaac would drive him back to Dursley family because he had no money.
Although he already knew that his father had a prominent family, it was obvious that 11-year-old Harry had no idea what this meant.
"Yes, yes, Harry.
You have no money now.
That's exactly what we're going to do right now.
Man, you're going to be a rich man soon." Isaac grinned and walked into Gringotts holding Harry's shoulders.
"We need to exchange some British Pound." Isaac came to the counter and said carelessly to Goblins on the counter.
Goblins at the counter raised his head, and after seeing Isaac, his eyes clearly showed a little disgust.
But it's well disguised.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Waldore, there is an upper limit on the Galleon that each little Wizard can exchange. Your quota for this year has been fully redeemed."
"Tsk tsk, how can I not know about this? Look at him, I came to redeem it for this little Wizard."
Isaac counted 500 British Pound directly from the wallet and threw it lightly on the counter.
"This is the rule of Ministry of Magic, isn't it?"