6

It was already dusk unconsciously, and the clouds in the sky were covered with golden light.

"Don't you think it's here?" Mo Ye looked at the people coming and going around in puzzlement. His short body seemed to be looking for something through the gap, "Is Dumbledore an old liar? Should he not...?"

Finally, with the help of Nanliao, Mo Ye saw a very small and dirty bar.

If it wasn't for the map and the hints of Nanliao, he wouldn't glance at it at all. People in hurry didn't look at the shop at all. Maybe they used the magic words to expel Muggles!

As a famous place, it is dark and shabby, which can be said to be horrible.

"It's a matter of casting spells... more lazy than pigs... no, more lazy than muggles!" Mo Ye is a little disgusted.

Tom, the boss, should be very easy to find. Just ask someone at random. However, that man is not so good tempered. He said that he bothered him to entertain guests.

Please, aren't you carrying the wine? Should you be ready to drink? Your bar guest said that you were entertaining guests, but if you didn't want to help me, just say so. By the way, just give me a reason, and still be so perfunctory!?

But the next moment, he said, "I'm Tom. What can I do for you?"

What, what? Suddenly, I felt that the idea I just had was so silly

"Sorry to bother you! I am a freshman of this class. The professor said that you are responsible for us and open the way to Diagon Alley..." Mo Ye said.

But... not yet, he then said surprisingly: "Are you a freshman?! I have the same name but different surname from the owner of the bar. I am a waiter here, and he is there..."

Mo Ye: "..."

I don't want to talk anymore!

[Nan: Puchi, hahaha...]

[Ye: → _ → Shut up.]

Mo Ye pulled out a smile stiffly. Looking at the strange one, he almost gnashed his teeth and said, "Thank you, thank you!"

So he turned to look for Tom. No, it was Tom, the owner of the bar.

Boy Tom took a look at Mo Ye's back, and mumbled in some confusion: "I met a wonderful flower... Hey, young people now!"

"Excuse me... Are you Tom, the owner of the bar?" Mo Ye is still a little cultivated. He talks with a smile all the time, but the word "barman" is quite strong.

Tom, the owner of the bar, though strange, did not care.

He glanced at Mo Ye and nodded: "I am. You look like a new student. Every year, Muggles bring their children. Come with me!"

He led the way out of the bar and into a small walled yard, where there was nothing but a pile of garbage and a few clumps of weeds.

"Three pieces upward... three pieces horizontally..." He muttered in a low voice, "Do you understand? Come by yourself later."

The brick he touched began to vibrate -- the middle part was wriggling violently, and a small hole appeared -- getting bigger and bigger -- a second later, an arch big enough for Hagrid to pass through was placed in front of them. The arch leads to a cobblestone street that zigzags forward until it is out of sight.

The journey of Diagon Alley is about to begin