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Mr. Granger thought he had heard wrong. He really couldn't imagine how the stairs could bite people, but thinking that this was a wizard's bar, everything seemed to make sense again.
"Thank you." He thanked again.
"You're welcome." Kyle walked in front with his luggage, and the Grangers followed cautiously.
The Leaky Cauldron uses old wooden stairs, which are the same as the floor. The dust on them is almost caked with pulp, and it is so gray that you can’t tell the original color at all. It creaks even more when you step on them.
When they reached the second floor, Mr. Granger finally knew what "stairs bite" meant.
He saw with his own eyes that a crack suddenly opened in the middle of the steps in front of him, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a big mouth full of fangs, roaring at them.
However, Kyle had no intention of stopping and stepped on the mouth again.
"That's it..." Kyle took two more steps forward and turned back and said, "Just think of it as a dog raised by a wizard. The solution is also very simple. Don't take a detour. Just step on it and you'll be fine. .”
The Grangers stopped where they were, looking at the big mouth that had re-emerged and dared not move forward.
Although Kyle said this, they were still a little scared when they saw the mouth full of fangs. If they were bitten, it would not be as simple as breaking the skin.
If they had known that the wizard bar was so dangerous, they might as well have stayed at home. That ghost monster might not be able to find them.
But now that I have arrived and the room has been opened, I can’t go back.
Mr. Granger took a deep breath, bravely raised his leg, and stepped on it with gritted teeth.
There was no sharp pain like being bitten as expected, it felt like stepping on a soft cushion, and it was easy to walk over.
Later, with his encouragement, Mrs. Granger overcame her fear and walked over.
"Magic is really amazing." Mrs. Granger couldn't help but say, "It's just a little too dangerous. The soul monster made Hermione uneasy for several days. We even thought about letting her drop out of school."
"Hermione will definitely not agree," said Mr. Granger.
"Soul monster?" Kyle thought for a moment, "It's a dementor, right..."
"Ah, yes, that's the name." Mr. Granger said, "Hermione said that the black fog in the sky was caused by them, and the day before yesterday, a man fainted inexplicably at my place of work, and Hermione also said that it was them. This monster did it.
"A lot of police came at that time and even the roads were blocked. Because of this, many customers who were going to have dental appointments canceled their appointments."
The few of them were talking like this while walking upstairs. When they reached the third floor, they happened to meet Hermione running over.
"Dad, why are you here?" She looked at Mr. Granger in surprise. "The room has been opened and I'm about to pick you up."
"Ah, no need," said Mr. Granger, "Kyle brought us here."
He looked around and couldn't help but said: "Is this where the wizard lives? I have to say, it's really eye-opening."
In this short journey, Mr. Granger saw stairs that bite people, portraits that chat with people, and decorative armor that lubricates himself.
All this overturned his inherent understanding of the past few decades. For the first time, he felt that it was not a bad thing to live here for a while.
"Thank you, Kyle." Hermione said quickly: "I originally wanted to wait until everything was settled before picking them up."
"It's just a small favor, you're welcome." Kyle waved his hand and said, "How does the room feel?"
"It's great," Hermione said. "It's similar to a dormitory. Although it's not particularly big, they have no problem living here."
"That's good." Kyle said, "By the way, I just have something to ask you."
"what?"
"I just heard Mr. Granger say that there were dementors near your house?"
"It should be right." Hermione said, "Not far from where my father works, someone was attacked by dementors. To be honest, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have thought of bringing them to the Leaky Cauldron. bar."
"What's the specific location?" Kyle asked.
"Hertfordshire..." After Hermione gave a list of addresses, she took the Grangers to see the room.
The room was much more normal, and Mr. Granger looked curiously at a faded cabinet by the door.
"I'd say it's at least two hundred years old."
"Perhaps longer," Hermione said. "The Leaky Cauldron was founded in the sixteenth century, and wizards rarely change the furniture."
"Then it must be very expensive here." Mr. Granger frowned and said, "Do you have enough wizard coins? Do they charge pounds?"
"Definitely not, but my money is completely enough." Hermione took out a bag and shook it, and there was a jingling sound inside. "Look, I still have so much left."
Mr. Granger felt relieved, and then he noticed a pile of newspapers on the table... The people on it were all moving, as if they were watching TV.
"Oh, that's the Daily Prophet," Hermione explained: "The wizard's newspaper. The photos on it are made of developing potion, so they move."
"You have never told us before that wizards have newspapers." Mr. Granger said in a somewhat complaining tone.
Hermione said nothing.
I didn’t tell my parents about the Daily Prophet because I didn’t want them to worry.
But now living in Diagon Alley, these are definitely unavoidable.
Mr. Granger picked up a newspaper and looked at the contents curiously, then he was suddenly stunned.
"Hermione, is this man Kyle's father? His name is actually the same."
"What?" Hermione looked over, "No, this is Kyle."
"That's not right." Mr. Granger looked at the contents of the newspaper with confusion. "It says that he is the senior assistant minister of the Ministry of Magic... Shouldn't Kyle be a student?"
"Oh, he was specially hired as the youngest assistant minister." Hermione explained the matter briefly.
After hearing this, Mr. Granger didn't know what to say.
According to his understanding, the Minister of Magic should be equivalent to the Prime Minister of wizards...
A seventeen-year-old assistant to the Prime Minister?
Although Mr. Granger had seen a lot of the world, he was still shocked speechless by this discovery.
No wonder the bar owner's attitude changed so much.
Then, knowing very little about the magical world, he read the newspaper seriously as if he had discovered a new world.
Hermione accompanied Mrs. Granger to briefly pack her luggage, then looked up at the time.
"Mom, I have something to do later, so I have to go."
"If something happens, go quickly." Mrs. Granger said.
Hermione walked to the door, then turned back again and said, "You can go to the bar downstairs to eat, or you can ask them to bring it up.
"If you feel bored, you can go down to Diagon Alley for a walk."
"Is that okay?" Mr. Granger raised his head, "We don't know magic."
"It doesn't matter..." Hermione said, "Many parents of students will come here. This is not uncommon. You only need to follow a wizard to get in."
"Oh, by the way, there's this..." Hermione took out a few more Galleons and put them on the table, "If there's anything you like, you can buy some too."
"No, you can keep it. If necessary, we can go to the wizard bank to exchange it." Mr. Granger patted his pocket.
This time he came out with a lot of pounds.
"You guys can use it first. I'll change it when I have time." Hermione looked at the time again and ran out of the room quickly.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 701: Dementors explode their equipment
Hertfordshire is located on the outskirts of London. According to the Ministry of Magic, only one wizard lives here...Hermione Granger.
But now that Hermione has gone to Diagon Alley, there are only Muggles here.
An annoying gray fog filled the sky over Hertfordshire, as hazy as a sandstorm.
On the street, several pedestrians were walking in a hurry, covering their mouths and noses, tightly wrapped in clothes.
It's really strange... It's obviously July, but I'm shivering with cold when walking on the street. Some people even put on winter clothes.
"This damn weather... everyone at the Meteorological Bureau should have their salaries suspended for a month!" A man rubbed his hands and couldn't help complaining.
He was here to deliver documents, so he didn't know about the temperature drop. As soon as he got off the subway, he felt like he had walked into a huge refrigerator. The thin clothes on his body did not provide any warmth at all.
The man quickened his pace again, and finally broke into a trot. He just wanted to send the documents as soon as possible and leave this abnormal ghost place.
But the strange thing is that instead of getting warmer when running, the man is getting colder and colder.
Unknowingly, his breathing began to become heavier, and his head became dizzy. Every time he took a breath, he would spray out white mist that only existed in winter.
There was a layer of white frost on his suit, but the man didn't notice it at all. His legs moved forward stiffly, but slower and slower...
In the hazy gray fog, a thing floating in the air and wearing a black cloak appeared above his head like a ghost.
"Hush...huh..."
Accompanied by a sound of inhalation like a bellows, the man's expression began to become dull. The joy he brought when he got promoted in the morning disappeared, and the excitement of drinking and celebrating with his colleagues last night also disappeared...all the happiness in the memory The relevant emotions are disappearing little by little.
The man felt panic in his heart. He wanted to run, but his legs refused to obey him and he could not take another step no matter what.
The dementor in mid-air took off the hood on his head after having a feast.
In an instant, the man's vision became increasingly blurry, and all colors disappeared at this moment...
Just when he was about to fall completely into darkness, he suddenly saw a ray of silver light.
That light was so bright, like the sun, it illuminated everything and at the same time dispelled the cold, and the frozen body gradually regained consciousness...
Suddenly, he heard a voice.
"Cedric, do you think we need to use the Oblivion Curse on him?"
"What curse?" The man thought, and used all his strength to open his eyes.
He saw two children, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he saw that silver light again...oh no, that was a jellyfish floating in the air.
"This must be a dream, how can a jellyfish float in the air?" the man thought to himself.
But the next second...
"Everything is forgotten!"
Kyle looked at the man who had fallen into a coma again, sighed and said, "Tell me why you want to open your eyes at this time. Even if I want to save trouble, I can't."
The people who came were none other than Kyle and Cedric. In fact, they had appeared at the Leaky Cauldron before because they had to go out to solve the Dementor problem.
After learning from Hermione that something was wrong here, the two came directly and happened to save the man.