Changes

Ron was eventually won over by Harry.

Another condition Harry gave them was to get to Diagon Alley via the mirror.

Diagon Alley, the heart of London's magical world.

The street is a complex of buildings built around the oldest Ollivander's Wand Shop, dating back to the fourth century BC.

Even in the past, it was enough to make Harry and Ron flock to it.

Not to mention now.

If Diagon Alley in the past was seen by Muggle parents accompanying their children as a street full of magic and history, as if it had been isolated thousands of years ago and still retained its original appearance.

Diagon Alley today is more like a futuristic city, with various familiar props used as transportation, and every inch of it contains technology far beyond reality.

Not to mention the Skywalker Alchemy Workshop now, built like clouds and cotton candy.

The emergence of Walker Construction Company and the changes to Skywalker Alchemy Workshop led to changes in other shops as well.

But the specifics are beyond the knowledge of Harry and Ron, who haven't been to Diagon Alley even once since the holidays began.

So, while Ginny was working at Luna's house, Bill and Charlie were getting familiar with their new jobs, Mrs. Weasley was listening to some old, worn-out songs, Percy, Fred, and George were all busy with their own things, Mr. Weasley was working overtime again, and Harry, holding Ron's hand, walked into the porcelain dish on the table.

Once again, the familiar darkness flashed by, and from among countless doors, Harry, silently reciting Diagon Alley, emerged from the smooth stone wall that seemed to be made of glass.

Next came Ron, who was being led out by Harry.

"Cool! This is Floo Network!"

"This is stone, right? Why does it look like glass?" Ron stood in front of the stone wall, looking at himself in the mirror with a puzzled expression.

Also, are they really in Diagon Alley right now?

Various strange and unusual buildings, and the slightly springy cobblestone ground underfoot.

And there was the bathtub that had just flown overhead. If it weren't for the towering Gringotts not far away, he would have thought he was in the wrong place.

"This is a composite material from Walker Construction Company, isn't it?"

"This stone must have combined the properties of glass," Harry thought, stroking his chin.

But before he could think too much about it, Ron's voice interrupted him.

"This is Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour!" Harry stepped back a few paces with Ron and examined it closely.

"That makes sense. Only Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour would be surrounded by thick stone walls." Harry realized.

Although it seems that there were no stone walls built around Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour before, Harry wasn't quite sure.

In his memory, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour was just like that when he first went to Diagon Alley.

Before Harry could even marvel, Ron pulled him into the strange stone wall (just walk straight to the center; a text prompt will appear when you get close). When they came out, each of them had a box of ice cream in their hand.

Harry's was chocolate ice cream with raspberries and crushed nuts, his favorite.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, looking around at the strange buildings as he ate.

After learning that this was Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, he knew that the place not far away, which seemed to be built in the trees, was the Magical Menagerie.

That thing floating in mid-air with flapping wings is the Eeylops Owl Emporium.

The building, constructed from stones resembling pieces of cloth, is the Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

The Potage's Cauldron Shop is made entirely of an unknown metal.

Quality Quidditch Supplies made of leather that looks just like the leather used for Quaffle.

"But why haven't the Leaky Cauldron and Gringotts changed at all?" Ron didn't answer.

He, like Harry, was immersed in this Diagon Alley the past.

"The Leaky Cauldron connects to the Muggle world, and Gringotts is involved in financial security, so it's perfectly normal that they haven't changed."

"Wait, I know where we're going!" Harry suddenly remembered something and pulled Ron toward the end of the road.

"I knew it!" Ten minutes later, Ron stood in front of Ollivander's Wand Shop at the end of the road, looking deeply moved.

Sure enough, all the shops will change, but Ollivander's Wand Shop will not.

Harry discovered that there were more than just the two of them there.

Except for the back-to-school season, the usually quiet Wand Shop is now surrounded by crowds that seem to be mourning the past of Diagon Alley.

Most of them had solemn expressions, seemingly unable to get enough of looking at the peeling gold lettering on the Wand Shop's sign.

Ron, however, was different; his emotions came and went quickly.

Carefree, he began to look around. Soon, he spotted someone in the wand shop.

"Harry, look who's that?" Ron nudged Harry, who was also staring blankly at the door with the gold lettering peeling off, having been caught up in the crowd around him.

"You—, ouch!" Harry gasped!

What did he discover?

Filch was in the wand shop, and next to him stood a dark-skinned witch with puffy eyes.

The witch seemed very close to him, occasionally rubbing Filch's waist with her elbow.

"My goodness!"

"There's no Mrs. Norris around Filch!"

"And he seems to be favored by the witch!" Ron said sourly to Filch.

Although Filch's hunched figure and thinning hair, along with his improved appearance, were thanks to the magic of Fenrir Greyback, Ron still found it hard to accept.

It's not that he can't stand seeing bad things happen to people, but rather that he's not used to change yet.

Especially Filch, who comes from Hogwarts and whom you see almost every day.

"Didn't he already buy the wand?"

"Still—" Ron hadn't finished speaking when a short, stout wizard interrupted Ron.

He seemed a bit timid and withdrawn, as if he had lived away from people for a long time.

So much so that they couldn't recognize Ron and Harry.

"He's the great Filch!"

"The only person to have been hired as a Hogwarts warden despite being a Squib!"

"Ms. Campbell is also a great person who can stay in the wizarding world on her own. They are a match made in heaven!"

"Who gives you the right to judge!" the short, stout wizard said, his face flushed, almost forcing himself to speak.

"So, they're all Squib!" Ron, always thick-skinned, said rudely.

"Ron!" Harry nudged Ron to remind him, but Ron seemed to mistakenly think Harry was reminding him that something interesting was happening in the shop.

He strode into the shop, completely ignoring the shouts and yells of the short, fat wizard behind him.

"We are Werewolf Wizard!"

"Much stronger than you skinny, ordinary wizards!"

"You're all just lucky bastards!"

The short, stout wizard's words attracted more and more former Squib to join the party.

If it weren't for the presence of wizards who had come to mourn, they would have continued to push and shove Quirrell because of the short, fat wizard's words and the original Squib.

He and Ron figured they were going to be surrounded and given a good talking-to.