Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 175 The Little Witch's Excitement

Looking back down at the human world, I see no London, only morning mist.

In the dead of winter, there's still such thick fog. You truly live up to your reputation as the Fog City!

Sitting on the tram, Qin Yu looked at the foggy city and couldn't help but mutter a complaint in his mind.

Hermione sat upright in the seat next to him, occasionally leaning over to chat with him about the shops they were going to visit.

Flourish and Blotts is the first choice, followed by Madam Malkin's Robes Shop. Qin Yu has grown quite a bit taller, and the robe he bought last year is still a bit too small.

"I wonder if the ice cream shop is still open..."

Thinking about the raspberry-flavored ice cream she ate during summer vacation, Hermione couldn't help but swallow hard.

"I hadn't even noticed that. Last Christmas, I didn't even think about eating ice cream."

Qin Yu thought about it and only remembered that he had spent more than two hours with Hermione on the street that day, going in and out of various shops, but he didn't have any particular impression of the cold drink shop.

After all, in the dead of winter, and unless you're from Northeast China, who would think about eating ice cream?

Of course, Hermione only mentioned it casually when she was talking about Diagon Alley and thought of the shop's products.

This time, the two of them still didn't have Mr. Granger drive them. Instead, they took a public tram, then the subway, then another tram, and finally arrived at their destination, quite familiar with the route.

Between a large bookstore and a record store, there is a dilapidated and narrow building that is still not easily noticed by ordinary people (Muggles).

This is the Leaky Cauldron they are about to enter and pass through.

Pushing open the well-worn wooden door of this bar, you'll find it bustling with noise, filled with wizards!

Hermione wasn't as surprised as she was last year when she saw so many wizards at once—back then, she foolishly asked Qin Yu if he should go and greet them, since they were all "the same kind," which amused Qin Yu at the time.

Thinking about this, I find this girl rather cute and naive.

Of course, when Qin Yu brought this up with her, He Min only felt ashamed and embarrassed. She grinned at him with her two rows of neat white teeth and threatened him with "force"—if he dared to mention this again, she would bite him hard when they got home!

Don't say it is unpredictable!

The bar was noisy with people talking about all sorts of things. Qin Yu could understand some of it, but he was completely confused about others. After all, the world these adult wizards lived in was very different from that of the young wizards who were still in the ivory tower of magic.

"The Magical Congress of North America, as always, is truly an eye-opener for me. Are those Aurors just sitting around doing nothing?"

A scrawny, unshaven wizard spoke with the disdain of old Europe for those nouveau riche country bumpkins, and as he spoke, the deep lines on his forehead seemed to reflect a noble sheen.

"Absolutely. After letting those GA guys make such a fuss, they've actually managed to get to the forefront and even get seats in Congress. Tsk tsk tsk, just wait and see what happens."

Another fat wizard continued, gloating.

Upon hearing the word GA (Grindelwald's Army), Qin Yu became somewhat interested and paused for a moment.

After all, this is a group that even Professor Dumbledore is paying attention to, and it has an ambiguous relationship with Grindelwald.

However, what these people talked about next didn't seem very interesting to Qin Yu.

It's nothing more than saying how active Gellert Abernathy, the leader of GA, is, how skillfully he maneuvers and navigates complex situations, and how he has a wealth of capable and powerful subordinates. Among them are the great strategist Mr. Delta, the Hellfire John Jr., the ruthless Stanley, and a whole bunch of other leaders including four men, four women, eight leaders, three extraordinary individuals, two exceptional individuals, five lucky stars, and so on.

In short, in less than a year, this group has made a name for themselves in North America and is showing signs of turning from black to white, with a growing interest in seats in the Magic Congress. They are riding high and unparalleled in their time.

The struggle for fame and fortune, the fighting and killing—Qin Yu scratched his itchy ears, thinking that this was none of his business.

"After all, I'm still a child. What does the bloodshed in North America have to do with me?"

Thinking this, he pulled Hermione, who was also bored, out of the bar's front hall and out through the back door to the famous Instagrammable spot—the courtyard at the entrance of Diagon Alley.

It was called a courtyard, but it could also be described as a very short dead end, with a wall blocking their way.

This time, Qin Yu didn't plan to open the entrance in the wall himself, but instead chose to let Hermione try it herself.

After carefully demonstrating how to open it several times, Qin Yu stepped aside.

The little girl stood there, pulling out her grapevine wand, looking eager to try it out, as excited as if she were sneaking into his attic for the first time at night.

Huh?

Unfounded analogies are prohibited!

Bringing her gaze back, Hermione calmed herself down and, following the steps Qin Yu had taught her, poked and tapped the wall a few times with the tip of her wand.

Immediately, the wall burst open!

Hermione's face immediately lit up with a look of great satisfaction.

It evokes the exhilaration of a newbie who has just started playing a game and has just killed their first little slime in the beginner's village.

Qin Yu thought to himself, "You're this happy just from killing a slime, so you'll be overjoyed when you kill a Hilichurl, won't you?"

"Let's go, Qin!"

Hermione grabbed the stunned guy, took the lead, stepped through the open hole in the wall, and stepped onto the cobblestone street.

In an instant, the noise pounded their eardrums, and they were suddenly plunged into this bustling and prosperous scene.

……

Around the same time Qin Yu and Hermione entered Diagon Alley, hundreds of kilometers away at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster Professor Dumbledore received today's newspaper from an owl.

Since there were two copies of the newspaper, he gave the messenger a fee of 10 copper nats, and the messenger, having received the money, fluttered away.

Dumbledore sat down at the coffee table and began to read the two newspapers.

One of them was the Daily Prophet, which he frequently subscribed to, and the other was The Wizard's Voice, a North American magic publication that he had recently been following.

I glanced at the former briefly and found nothing particularly noteworthy, so I set it aside for later.

The renowned wizard, however, read the other newspaper much more carefully.

One article, in particular, took up most of the page and was titled: "A Rising Star in Magical Politics, or a Source of Chaos?"

This report is about the so-called GA group that has been making a big fuss in North America.

After reading the contents, Dumbledore remained silent for a long time, staring at the accompanying photograph.

In that magical photograph, the central figure is, of course, Abernathy, the leader of GA, and standing behind him are important members of their organization.

It was one of those members who drew Dumbledore's attention.

The man was very tall, with brownish-black hair. His features vaguely resembled those of Dumbledore, but his cheeks were now thin and sunken, making his cheekbones protrude, and his eyes had a sinister and gloomy look.

“Ian Stanley…”

Dumbledore murmured the man's name, his brow furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

"Sigh, there are so many troubles!"

He finally sighed and placed the newspaper on the coffee table.

Then, no longer in the mood to read the Daily Prophet, he stood up and returned to his desk to continue writing the unfinished reply to a certain Eastern boy.

After finishing the letter, he took out a small item he had found in the school's storeroom and put it in the envelope along with the letter.

The letter was entrusted to a diligent owl messenger, who then left Hogwarts and flew to a Muggle community in London.