“Gryffindor!” McGonagall said without hesitation, “I see extraordinary courage in him. As the Dean of Gryffindor, I naturally hope he can enter Gryffindor.”
“I think so too.” Dumbledore nodded, and the two Gryffindors reached a consensus at this moment.
“However…” He changed the subject, “Perhaps he is also suitable for Ravenclaw. The calmness he showed when encountering a Runespoor is very much in line with Ravenclaw’s requirements.”
“That’s right!” McGonagall nodded subconsciously, “I think for the Sorting Hat, sorting Wizet will not be an easy task.”
“Hat-stalled!” Dumbledore stroked his beard with interest, “I remember that when the Sorting Hat was sorting you, it hesitated for a long time between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.”
“School starts in less than two months!” McGonagall’s tone was full of anticipation, “I remember Harry Potter… will also be enrolling this year, right?”
“Almost.” Dumbledore picked up the document again, “Harry’s birthday is at the end of July, and I will arrange for someone to send him a letter then.”
“Time flies so fast!” McGonagall sighed, “Have you found a suitable candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor?”
“That’s not an easy task either!” Dumbledore sighed softly, “Fortunately… Quirinus sent me a transfer application.”
“Transfer application?” McGonagall adjusted her glasses, “He used to teach Muggle Studies. Transferring to Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor… won’t that be too much pressure for him?”
“Since he is willing to try, he should be given this opportunity.” Dumbledore picked up his quill and annotated the document, “I will interview him in a couple of days.”
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After Wizet and Luna’s family accepted each other, he realized that the family’s financial situation was worse than he had imagined.
Xenophilius, relying on the sales of The Quibbler, could only barely make ends meet with Luna.
Wizet’s arrival made Xenophilius’s financial situation even worse.
Xenophilius rummaged through everything, only finding some loose change, all sickles and knuts.
Fortunately, Hogwarts set up a scholarship, allowing Wizet to receive thirty Galleons to purchase school supplies.
Galleons, sickles, and knuts are Wizard currency, and they are needed to buy various magic items in the magic World.
…
In the early morning, when the sun had just barely risen, Wizet had already finished washing up and came downstairs to wait quietly.
A commercial street exclusively for Wizards, no matter how you think about it, is exciting.
Luna had also gotten up, holding a gnome sculpture in her hand; it was her piggy bank.
“You should take this with you! I know you might not have enough money… to buy the items on the list.”
Wizet looked at Luna’s silvery-white eyes, lost in thought for a moment.
Having experienced the life and death separation from her mother, Luna was undoubtedly a precocious child, at least more precocious than Xenophilius imagined Luna to be.
“I applied for a scholarship and will go to Diagon Alley today to get the money.” Wizet gently shook his head, “I heard Diagon Alley is very interesting. What gift do you want?”
“I lack nothing.” Luna looked at Wizet and smiled faintly, also gently shaking her head.
Thump thump thump!
A series of thunderous knocks on the door broke the morning's tranquility.
Outside the door stood a Giant over three meters tall, wearing a fur cloak with several pockets sewn onto it.
The Giant’s beard and hair were very thick, and his dark, shiny eyes were like black beetles.
“You are Wizet, right?” The Giant’s beard moved, and his voice was full of kindness.
“I am Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper. Today I will take you to Diagon Alley… I think it should have been written in the letter.”
Wizet nodded, “Hello, Mr. Hagrid, I didn’t expect you to come so early.”
“Mr. Hagrid!” Luna rubbed her eyes and appeared beside Wizet, “Please come in!”
This is the magic World. As Hagrid approached the door frame, the two-meter-high door frame suddenly widened and lengthened, just enough to accommodate Hagrid’s size.
“Want some biscuits?” Luna very familiarly brought a box of pastries, “I’ll go wake up Dad…”
“No need! No need!” Hagrid waved his hands repeatedly, a gust of wind almost blowing Luna over, “I’m here to take Mr. Wizet to Diagon Alley.”
“As a first-year student, there’s a lot to buy! We need to hurry… Is there a Floo Network here?”
“No.” Luna gently shook her head, “Dad said he doesn’t usually need it, so he didn’t let the Ministry of Magic set up a Floo Network.”
However, the fundamental reason was that setting up a Floo Network was not cheap, and Xenophilius could not afford it.
“Then there’s no other way!” Hagrid shook his head, “Good thing I came early, there’s still time to go to Diagon Alley another way.”
“Then take the biscuits with you.” Luna stuffed the pastries into Wizet’s arms, “You haven’t had breakfast yet.”
Taking the biscuits, Hagrid led Wizet forward along a dirt path.
Wizet saw Hagrid holding an umbrella, raising his arm high, and tentatively asked, “Are we… waiting for a bus?”
“That’s right! That’s why I’m not eating biscuits, and you shouldn’t either…”
Before Hagrid could finish speaking, a three-story purple bus instantly appeared, shaking as it pulled up in front of the two of them.
“Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, I am your conductor… As long as you stick out your wand and step aboard, no matter where you want to go, we can take you.”
This was an old, decrepit conductor, with drooping eyelids and a listless appearance, seemingly with no aspirations for the future.
Like Luna’s door frame, the narrow bus door instantly expanded, wide enough for Hagrid to smoothly enter the carriage.
Wizet felt as if he had entered an old, dim dormitory, with no seats or small windows, only six brass-framed beds, and illumination provided by small candles on either side.
The conductor asked weakly, “Where are you going?”
“London, Diagon Alley.” Hagrid found a bed and sat down, the bed immediately groaning as if it would collapse at any moment.
“That will be thirty-four sickles, and it’s fine if you want to pay with two Galleons.” The conductor finally showed a bit more spirit when extending his hand.
The conversion of Wizard currency is relatively complex: one Galleon equals seventeen sickles, or four hundred ninety-three knuts.
Hagrid reached into one of his cloak pockets, pulled out two gold coins, and stuffed them into the conductor’s hand.
Wizet sat on the bed opposite Hagrid, “When we get to Diagon Alley, I’ll pay you the fare.”
Hagrid covered his mouth, his voice unusually muffled, “Remember to hold onto the railing, this bus will be very bumpy. We can talk about anything else when we get off, it’s about to leave…”
Before he could finish speaking, the Knight Bus had already started, shooting forward like an arrow from a bow.
Wizet quickly grabbed the railing to avoid being thrown by the huge inertia.
Hagrid let out a retch, his shiny eyes closed, showing signs of motion sickness.
Wizet’s reaction was much better, and with full curiosity, he looked at the windshield at the very front of the carriage.
