The Real Hogwarts Chapter 62 The Leaky Cauldron
London is bustling.
Voldemort 's rule over the wizarding world does not seem to have affected the Muggle world for the time being. After all, the time he truly controlled the wizarding world was too short.
Besides, if he really became rational enough, he would not go looking for trouble with the Muggles without any prior preparation.
Because if he did so, his enemies would not just be Muggles and rebels within the British wizarding community; all the magical governments around the world would not allow the Statute of Secrecy to be violated.
Dividing wizards into classes based on their bloodline and ruling them can be said to be an internal matter of the British wizarding world, but if magic is exposed to the public, it would be tantamount to making enemies with wizards all over the world.
John believed that with Voldemort's almost endless desire for power, he would definitely not give up his ultimate ideal of wizards ruling over Muggles and classifying all Muggles as the lowest class, even worse than Muggle-born wizards.
But now, he is far from ready to fight against all this.
At least he should not take action until the ideology of the international wizarding community is completely unified.
Dumbledore walked on the street with John. Both of them were still wearing wizard robes. Such attire certainly looked very conspicuous in modern society and attracted a lot of attention along the way.
Finally they stopped in front of a bar that was out of place with the surrounding shops. Compared with the other neon-lit door signs, the wooden sign that read "The Leaky Cauldron" looked like an antique handed down from the Middle Ages.
The Muggles passing by here seemed to be completely blind to this extremely incongruous scene, and turned a blind eye to this ancient bar that seemed to have traveled through time.
Dumbledore turned and exchanged glances with Jon, who nodded slightly, and then the two of them walked into the bar side by side.
As he pushed the door open, Jon followed Dumbledore's instructions before he came and pulled out the wand that had been hidden in his sleeve. He then put it in the pocket of his robe, leaving half of the wand exposed.
Not only him, but also Dumbledore. The wand in his pocket was not his elder wand that easily attracted people's attention. The wand was very smooth and looked very ordinary.
After the door of the bar was pushed open, the doorbell made a crisp "ding ding dong dong" sound.
The old wizard who was standing in front of the bar and wiping the wine glass with a rag looked up at them.
He first glanced at their faces, then his eyes naturally fell on the wand that was half in their pocket and half exposed.
"Ah, you are a pair of unfamiliar faces, but you know the rules very well, so you should not be people who are not welcome in this bar, right?" The old wizard looked at them putting down the rag in their hands and asked with squinted eyes.
Jon made no movement or utterance, but Dumbledore smiled and spoke as he stepped forward.
"We are all British wizards. We certainly know what kind of people can come in according to the rules. Mr. Borgin, aren't the wands we carry enough to prove it?"
The old wizard called Mr. Borgin laughed, revealing his mouthful of yellow teeth.
"If you are a British wizard, a wand is certainly enough to qualify. I'm sorry, gentlemen, but a brainless Spanish mudblood came to my shop the other day. He also has a wand, which is normal in his country, but he actually thought that his lowly blood would be accepted in this noble land."
Dumbledore frowned slightly.
“That’s really…”
He didn't finish the rest of his words, but Borgin seemed to think he saw his disgust and hatred, and the smile on his face couldn't help but be mixed with a hint of flattery.
"What should I call you?"
"Richard Williams, just call me Richard, this is my brother Jack Williams, I'm sorry I don't have the noble last name you expect."
The smile on Borgin's face faded a little. Neither the old-school purebloods nor the new-school purebloods had the surname Williams. In other words, the two brothers in front of him were just half-bloods of mediocre status.
"Of course not everyone can have noble blood, but I know that many half-bloods are very sensitive to those mudbloods and think it is a sin to breathe the same air with them." He wiped the wine glass in his hand again, "What would you two like? Cider or whiskey?"
"We would certainly like to have time to have a couple of drinks here, but it's getting dark and we have a business deal waiting for us in Diagon Alley. We'll come back to try your strawberry pie next time we have a chance, Mr. Borgin."
Dumbledore smiled apologetically. Even though he didn't earn a single Knut from him, Borgin was in a rare good mood.
"I wish you all the best today then."
Jon didn't say a word from beginning to end, but when Mr. Borgin looked at him, he nodded slightly, showing a silence that was completely different from his "brother".
Dumbledore took him all the way through the bar. There were not many wizards sitting here, and they all, like Jon and Dumbledore, exposed one end of their wands, as if this was a kind of credential to identify them.
After walking out of the back door of the bar, they came to an open space like a backyard. There was an unpainted brick wall blocking their direction, and there was a trash can next to the wall.
As the entrance to Diagon Alley, there was no change here from the original book. They walked towards the brick wall, and Dumbledore spoke to Jon in a faint voice.
"The wand is our proof of identity. According to the Wand Law issued by the Ministry of Magic five years ago, any contact between Muggle wizards and wands is illegal. They have been deprived of the right to use wands. The same is true now that we are entering Diagon Alley. Muggle wizards without wands cannot even enter the bar we just visited. This wall is also a barrier that can only be opened with a wand. This means that except for special circumstances, all Muggle wizards are prohibited from entering or leaving Diagon Alley."
Jon listened to Dumbledore's explanation in silence. He had stayed in the Hogwarts carriage for the entire year he had been exposed to magic, and he had only heard about the current situation in the wizarding world from hearsay.
He had just left the carriage today, and before he had even entered Diagon Alley, he had already seen how strict the class structure of this magical society was.
While he was thinking, Dumbledore grasped the wand in his hand and gently tapped a brick on the wall.
The next second, the brick shook and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The hole became bigger and bigger, and soon a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight.
