Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 4 Miss Beaver

"Hello, you must be Skye...right? Please take us to the Leaky Cauldron."

"Don't know it? Charles Cross Road will do, it's between the bookstore and the record store, just drop us off there."

"What? Why not use Floo Powder? Diona, don't you see how many people are in line? I can't afford the VIP pass..."

The beer-bellied driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. He swore to God he had never encountered such a bizarre combination!

A woman's shirt paired with suit shorts, the man exudes an abnormal masculine aura...

Dressed in a long court dress, she exuded an air of elegance and nobility, as if she were a woman from the last century…

And sandwiched between the two, a well-dressed boy, looking every bit the elegant young master from a wealthy family…

Oh, the boy's appearance was hardly elegant; it was clearly too much to ask of him to squeeze the woman's wide skirt into the car. Both the man and the boy were now forced to squeeze against the edge of the car window, with the boy clinging tightly to the hem of his skirt to avoid being accidentally swallowed up by it.

It's the end of the 20th century, and cosplay isn't really popular in the world yet.

To the honest and law-abiding driver, it was as if three lunatics had squeezed into his car without explanation and started gesturing wildly, as if it were an ordinary taxi.

Damn it, he was just taking a nap downstairs in his own building, enjoying the only free time a married man can have!

Seeing that the three people had no intention of getting off the bus, the driver sighed and started the vehicle again.

There's no other way, let's open it.

Married middle-aged working men can't withstand any storms...

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"If you ask me, Muggle society is so much better than the wizarding world. They even offer free transportation! No wonder my dad is so fascinated by Muggles..."

Watching the car accelerate rapidly, kicking up a cloud of dust as it sped away.

Charlie marveled at the humanity of Muggle society while complaining about the expensive fares and poor service of the Knight Bus, saying it was incomparable to Muggle society!

Persson emerged from under Audrey's skirt, calmly fixed his hair, and glanced at the row of shops in front of him.

Toy stores, bars, supermarkets, bookstores...

found it!

Among the dazzling array of shops, Leaky Cauldron stands out as if time has forgotten this place, as if it were a place long forgotten.

People around were hurrying by, ignoring the obviously suspicious bar.

A few people did stop in front of the bar, but their eyes were more focused on the record store next door, where there were original recordings of The Beatles concerts.

"Hmm, maybe I should buy a record before leaving? It seems like it's hard to find those in Romania, but Dad might be more interested in a record player..."

Charlie shook his head, no longer thinking about Christmas, which was still months away; taking good care of his living father was the most important thing right now.

Just before he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron bar, a restless female voice suddenly drifted into his ears.

"Dad, Mom! This is the address the professor gave us. We should hurry in, or we'll be too late!"

"Be patient, Hermione. Nobody knows if there's any danger inside. Your mother and I can't even see the bar..."

The man's voice sounded rather helpless, and his wife beside him nodded in agreement. However, the girl called Hermione just kept pulling their hands, trying to drag them into the Leaky Cauldron.

Hermione?

Persson remembered that the beaver girl with fluffy brown hair, brown eyes, and a pair of prominent front teeth seemed to be one of the main characters.

It has nothing to do with him, so we don't need to pay attention to it.

Persson withdrew his gaze and was about to step into the Leaky Cauldron when he saw Charlie already beside Hermione's parents, asking enthusiastically:

"Muggle family, your child is about to attend Hogwarts, right? Do you need any help?"

"Oh! Uh... Are you also a professor at Hogwarts?" Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, looked the three oddly dressed people up and down, his tone revealing a hint of distrust.

"No, I'm a Hogwarts graduate, and I'm here today to... uh, to buy school supplies for my brother."

Minister Fudge forbade Charlie from revealing any information about Poisson, and Charlie, unsure how to explain, could only try to gloss over the situation.

"Oh...this gentleman...he...um...is your brother?" Mr. Granger's tone became more suspicious.

On the one hand, although Charlie was not old, he had been dealing with dragons for many years and had many hideous scars on his body. In addition, his unkempt appearance made Charlie, who had just graduated, look more mature than Mr. Granger!

On the other hand, there is temperament.

Compared to Poisson and Audrey, who were adorned with gold and silver, Charlie, wearing only half a pair of trousers, looked like a beggar crawling out of the sewers!

Just as the Grangers were hesitating about whether to believe Charlie, Hermione, who was being protected behind them, bravely stepped forward and stood in front of Perseus.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger."

Hermione introduced herself quickly, rattling off a string of words before Poss could even speak:

"I just received my acceptance letter today. What's it called again? Right, Hogwarts! Professor McGonagall, who delivered the letter, told me it's a magic school. My parents initially thought she was playing a prank, but then Professor McGonagall turned a table into a pig right in front of them! Unfortunately, she had something come up at the last minute. She said that Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't following the rules when admitting students, and she had to go deal with it right away. She can't come to Diagon Alley with me today."

"Before receiving my Hogwarts acceptance letter, I had planned to attend St. Paul's School for Girls. After all, I've never believed in magic, and although my classmates' exam papers would inexplicably explode during exams, I thought it was just because they were under too much pressure!"

"Judging from your appearance, you must be from the wizarding family Professor McGonagall mentioned, right? What's Hogwarts like? Is the competition fierce? Professor McGonagall also said that the wizarding world is divided into pure-blood, half-blood, and wizards like me who come from ordinary backgrounds. Good heavens, I've never been exposed to magic before. Will I fall behind right at the start of the semester?"

"Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet. May I ask what your name is?"

Hermione finally shut up; her chatter had been driving Persson crazy.

This girl is a real waste of her talent; she should be a comedian.

"My name is Persson, Persson Savanrick."

Persson extended his hand and gently shook hands with Hermione, casually replying, "As for your questions... what do you think wizards are? Hogwarts never trains useless people. Either you become a qualified wizard, or you become experimental subjects for other wizards."

"Mortal, cherish your last moments of leisure. Ignorance is sometimes a blessing. Hogwarts is far more dangerous than you imagine..."

Hearing Persson's description, Hermione turned pale with fright, while the Grangers trembled with fear, wishing they could tear up the acceptance letter on the spot and take a taxi home.

Seeing that his future junior was almost scared away, Charlie quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Well, Persson was just joking. He's actually a freshman this year and has never been to Hogwarts."

"In fact, Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, you can absolutely rest assured about that. Moreover, the wizarding world is no different from Muggle society. We also have governments and laws, and most people are more concerned about employment after graduation than their own safety."

"Is...is that so?" Mr. Granger was somewhat convinced. "Then, if I may ask, what do you do for a living?"

"Me?"

Charlie scratched his scar, unable to hide his pride, and said:

"I study fire-breathing dragons!"