The Leaky Cauldron was protected by a Muggle-Repelling Charm as well as the Fidelius Charm. Muggles could not see it, and even if they approached it by chance, they would suddenly remember something they needed to do at home and leave.
But none of that worked on Su Ming. Just like when he had first entered the New York Sanctum Sanctorum in the 40K Universe, he simply ushered the Muggle couple forward a few steps and entered the shabby little pub.
At least, it looked tiny from the outside. It stood on an old-fashioned street, squeezed between a record shop and a large bookstore, and to The Grangers, it seemed as though it had abruptly sprouted from the gap between the two buildings.
It had not been there a moment ago, yet once they drew near, it was suddenly there. Its half-door seemed crammed into the weathered red bricks, so narrow that anyone even slightly overweight would likely struggle to get through.
"This is the Leaky Cauldron. Without a Mage to lead you, you would not even be able to see it."
As Su Ming pushed open the door and ushered the others inside, it was as though the interior and exterior belonged to two different worlds.
A hot, cozy warmth spread out along with the air of boisterous commotion.
Warlocks and Enchantresses crowded around round tables and the bar, drinking various beverages from wooden mugs and making all sorts of strange noises. Most of them were flushed red, and some had even fallen asleep, their hats being chewed up by their pet cats.
Of course, some people noticed the newcomers, such as the pub's owner, Tom.
He looked at least sixty, yet everyone called him Tom. God knew why. The Leaky Cauldron was the facade of Diagon Alley, and