Chapter 2 Hagrid and Diagon Alley

"Well, Mike, welcome to school. You won't throw the notice into the trash can this time, will you?" Dumbledore smiled and narrowed his eyes. He took out the notice that McGrant had thrown into the trash can at berth 37 not long ago.

The words on the envelope had changed to "McGrant, Lounge on the Right Side of the Third Floor of St. Mary's Orphanage".

"Of course, Professor, I am looking forward to my future life at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore came and went in a hurry, and even missed the lunch that Mrs. Swangrant prepared for Dumbledore's arrival.

You know, the funding of St. Mary's Church is limited, so the days like this when St. Mary's Orphanage opens meat are always on Sunday nights.

Not to mention that they just opened meat yesterday, Sunday, and opened meat again today.

McGrant, who knew the inside story, felt very warm in his heart. He knew that no one cared more about his development than Mrs. Swangrant. This is also the reason why he always refused to adopt him even though there were many people from wealthy families who came to adopt him over the years.

When the children of St. Mary's Orphanage raised their hands and shouted "Long live Gretel" because they had started eating meat, Dumbledore had already returned to Hogwarts.

"Albus, have you seen the child?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern.

She really felt overwhelmed. In previous years, all the students who received the notices replied quickly, but there were two problems in this class.

One was Harry Potter, Dumbledore said he had other arrangements, and the other was McGonagall, a prospective first-year student whom Dumbledore took the initiative to consult today.

There was only one month left before the school started, but these two students didn't reply to a single letter.

"I have seen him. This child is very similar to Tom, equally handsome, equally talented, and I can feel the hidden magic in him."

Professor McGonagall knew that Dumbledore had more to say, but she couldn't help but say, "Then..."

Dumbledore stuffed a honey candy into his mouth, "He is very popular, and the children in the welfare home also like him, but unlike Tom, he does not rely on the enchantment of magic, nor on sweet talk, nor even on his outstanding appearance.

I can feel that he relies purely on his heart, and those children really like him. In fact, he calls magic magic, just to make the children happy.

The reason why the child doesn't want to come to Hogwarts is simply because he is more optimistic about the development of the machi world."

"But, Dumbledore, what if..." Minerva McGonagall was stopped by Albus Dumbledore before she could finish her words.

"Believe me, Minerva, as long as we guide him well, he will never become the next Dark Lord."

Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore for a long time, "Okay, if you insist, I will continue to pay attention to him."

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Professor McGonagall left, and Dumbledore curled up in the sofa and sighed briefly.

The headmasters of the past on the portrait: "Dumbledore, you are not right, you have a secret, tell us quickly, we will discuss it for you."

Dumbledore ignored the words of the portrait, just clapped his hands, and the portrait turned over, and the portrait of a talkative headmaster suddenly became a wall-facer.

Only the faint words "Dumbledore, this is unfair" came out along the cracks in the wall.

No one saw a trace of sadness hidden in Dumbledore's deep blue eyes.

The same orphanage, the same outstanding appearance, the same outstanding talent, even more outstanding.

In order to not cultivate a dark lord, he secretly used Legilimency, but he didn't expect McGreit to have a natural brain occlusion. Apart from being able to vaguely feel that his heart was not dark, he did not read any other useful information.

However, the love from the heart of the people around him and the warm feeling around the child were not fake. Everything will go on like this for the time being. The most important thing now is Harry.

At the same time, St. Mary's Orphanage.

Little Greit rushed into the bathroom, and a translucent screen floated in front of him.

The screen was translucent blue throughout, appearing or disappearing with his mind.

Name: McGreit

Race: Human

Age: 11 years old

Talent: [Visitor from the Other Shore: As a life form in another world, refuse any supernatural form of peeping] [Wizard: Magic Affinity]

Skills: None

July 30th.

Early in the morning, St. Mary's Orphanage welcomed a special guest, the half-blood giant Rubeus Hagrid.

It can be said that Hagrid's arrival made the children of St. Mary's Orphanage ecstatic. At least when McGreet came over, he saw many children grabbing Hagrid's pants and climbing up.

Hagrid carefully looked after these children, his eyes full of joy. He liked cubs too much. No matter what race the cubs were, they were all cute in his eyes.

Compared with the time when he just arrived at the door of the orphanage and his height of more than three meters shocked the surrounding children to silence, Hagrid couldn't help but thank Professor Dumbledore for his advice in his heart, "Hagrid, bring more candy, there are a lot of children there."

Thinking of this, Hagrid stuffed his palm like a palm fan into his pocket again, grabbed a handful of candy and distributed it to the children.

"Okay, okay, say thank you and go back quickly, otherwise Grete's mother will spank you one by one." McGreet clapped his hands and finally rescued Hagrid from the sea of ​​children.

Of course, Hagrid's resentful eyes seemed to be silently accusing Grete.

"Hello, I'm McGreet. Are you Mr. Rubeus Hagrid that Professor Dumbledore mentioned?" McGreet was the first to extend his hand.

Hagrid's face flushed, and he rubbed his hands nervously on his body and extended his hand, "Yes, I am Rubeus Hagrid, the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts."

He secretly added a sentence in his heart, and the person who invited the freshmen this year.

Rubeus Hagrid seemed to hear Dumbledore's instructions in his ears: "Hagrid, this is to represent Hogwarts to contact the freshmen, I believe you can do it."

To be honest, after growing up so much, Dumbledore is the person Hagrid is most grateful to. When everyone thought he killed Myrtle, it was Dumbledore who protected him. In the end, not only did he not send himself to Azkaban, but he also generously took him in at Hogwarts.

Now he even asked him to contact the freshmen on behalf of Hogwarts.

Seeing Hagrid's eyes gradually wandering, little Grete coughed lightly, and finally called back the wandering thoughts of this half-blood giant.

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Bus, subway, walking.

Along the way, the two people, one big and one small, were subjected to many strange looks, and even almost attracted the questioning of the British police.

Of course, there is reason to believe that the small umbrella that Hagrid held up played a significant role, otherwise, these copper hats who were eager for promotion would not mind coming up to investigate this duo that looked like abductors and abductees.

It was not until he entered the Leaky Cauldron that Hagrid got rid of the curious and inquiring eyes of the Muggles.

"Hey, Hagrid, would you like a drink?" Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, greeted Hagrid familiarly. After all, even if this bar was a real drunkard, Hagrid, the half-blood giant, could drink more. This was a real gold patron of his tavern.

"No, no, Professor Dumbledore asked me to take the little wizard to Diagon Alley to buy something. I will definitely do it next time." After squeezing out from a bunch of drunkards who were drunk in broad daylight, Hagrid took Gretel to the brick wall of the tavern's small patio.

"Grete, the entrance to Diagon Alley is here. Count three blocks up from the trash can, and then count two blocks horizontally. Just point with your wand, like this."

As Hagrid pointed out with the tip of his umbrella, the British wizarding world unveiled its mysterious veil in front of McGrete for the first time.

A new author and a new book, I can't avoid the common practice of using a cheat. Please forgive me, book friends.

I basically don't follow the plot, and I try to pass it over as much as possible. It's not a nanny article.