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Chapter 92: A Day Trip to Diagonal Alley

  Chapter 92: A Day's Outing in Diagonal Alley

  Although I promised to teach TOM magic, but since I don't know much about magic either, so I just threw this burden to Kuro. Absolutely not because I'm lazy and impatient! Anyway, Kuro is very free isn't he? ~

  Because I was seen as a demon by Mrs. Cole, I was never called out to work again, personally I think that should be called hard labor, it's simply child abuse. And because of that damned fat ghost's howling, it spread like wildfire, so unfortunately the entire orphanage saw me as an unlucky existence. That girl I often gave food to, although she didn't have the same fearful and disgusted look in her eyes like the other kids in the orphanage, seemed to have been traumatized by something?

  Mrs. Cole never gave us any food again, including water, since the day I threatened her. Mrs. Martha always looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't whenever she saw me, probably because of Mrs. Cole's relationship with the headmaster of this orphanage. However, Tom and I didn't have to worry about food at all, without Mrs. Cole nagging us, we lived quite comfortably.

  I told Kuro about my current situation, such as temporarily being unable to return to the original timeline, becoming an orphaned sister, gaining a younger brother who is also a wizard and agrees to use magic, unfortunately I don't quite understand the application of magic and so on. As usual, Kuro has become TOM's master in misfortune.

  When Kuro was teaching Tom, I was playing with Shao Ke and Yue in the courtyard. Although I still couldn't help but bully Shao Ke a bit, who made him forget me completely after just over a hundred years? As for Yue, my comment about him is only four words: taciturn and uncommunicative. Moreover, he's cold to everyone except Shao Ke and Kuro, especially Kuro. Is it possible that he has a juvenile complex?

  TOM seems to be more interested in things like magic, and as for the knowledge and theories I teach him, he understands them almost immediately after reading them a few times, truly a gift and IQ that makes one sigh... OTL

  TOM sometimes comes back with injuries, from being beaten until his nose is blue and face swollen to just having some scratches. He can't help but say that his talent seems to be of little use in sports. Hmph! Who told you to refuse my offer to teach you martial arts? Serves you right!

  Today is Tom's sixth birthday, but he seems to have completely forgotten that today is his birthday. He is still leisurely reading some autobiographies of political figures or books on success that I forced him to read. As for why I made him read these, it's because if he didn't, how could he possibly get along swimmingly at Slytherin from the start? And how would he win over that damned old bee? (Because Tom is my younger brother, he has a deep grudge against Dumbledore...)

  "...Sister, how long are you going to stare at me? Spit it out, what's up?" Tom raised his head and gave a helpless glance at his own sister who was staring blankly at him.

  "TOM, today is your birthday!" I looked at TOM weakly.

  "...... Ah, if I'm not mistaken, Sis has never told you my birthday either." Tom responded indifferently, clearly not caring about his own birthday.

  "Hmm... TOM wants to know, actually I don't really remember my birthday anymore, it's probably July 13th. Frowning slightly in distress, although I'm still very young among the blood clan, several decades have passed. No one has ever celebrated my birthday with me, so this day is already quite vague to me."

  "...Sister's birthday is so subtle, 7 is a very auspicious number, while 13 is an unlucky number." Tom said thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow.

  "Hey, no TOM is good. December 31st, New Year's Eve, even if it ends, it's also a beginning, representing rebirth and eternity." Sitting on the bed, shaking legs up and down, if I'm not mistaken, TOM's magic wand also represents this meaning~

  "TOM, let's go! Let's fulfill our promise back then." Jumping off the bed, putting on a thick warm coat, she called out to TOM who was still in a daze.

  "Promise? Ah, sister don't pull me, I'll go by myself!" Tom hadn't even had time to react before he was dragged away...

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  As I was dragging Tom around the streets, he suddenly pulled me in the opposite direction. Then, disheveled and out of breath, we stared at a dilapidated store with a sign that read "Broken Pot Tavern".

  This time it was TOM dragging me along, and as soon as we stepped into the bar, the lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Almost everyone in the bar stared at me and TOM, almost all of them looking surprised that someone dressed in Muggle attire had suddenly appeared in their bar.

  "Children, what's on your minds?" Old Tom stared for a moment, then beamed with a benevolent smile at Tom and me.

  "Sir, it's like this, my sister and I suddenly found that a bar appeared here, but others can't see it, so we decided to come and take a look." Tom looked around curiously at the things in the bar like an adventurous child.

  I nodded in agreement, glaring fiercely at Tom. I'm clearly the older sister, not some younger sister! And Tom, it seems only I know that what you said earlier was a lie. You're the one who dragged me here in the first place!!

  Tom's reply made Old Tom smile even more kindly, as if relieved. "Thanks, Merlin, looks like Hogwarts will have two little wizards in the future."

  Old Tom said, took out his own magic wand and waved it, two cups of juice flew steadily into his hands, then handed the juice to me and TOM. He winked and turned his head to shout loudly to the people in the bar "Let's celebrate, these two kids are wizards, I believe they will be brilliant wizards in the future!"

  The guests in the bar cheered enthusiastically and raised their glasses simultaneously, and the atmosphere of the bar suddenly became lively again.

  "Sir, can we go take a look at the wizard's world?" Tom looked at Old Tom with an expectant expression, believing that Old Tom wouldn't refuse him, would he?

  "Oh, dear children, of course not a problem. This is Mr. Weasley, the wizard who is full of goodwill and enthusiasm towards half-blood wizards, I think he will be delighted to take you on a tour of Diagon Alley." Old Tom called over a red-haired boy, who smiled warmly at us and nodded enthusiastically.

  I walked hand in hand with Tom, following the youth to a pile of garbage behind the bar. He took out his wand and tapped on the wall bricks beside the trash can. The brick he touched began to vibrate, the middle part wriggling violently, and a small hole appeared, growing larger and larger. One second later, an archway large enough for two adults to pass through stood before us. This archway led to a street paved with cobblestones, which stretched forward in twists and turns until it disappeared from view.

  "Come to Diagon Alley," said Weasley.

  Although I was very calm, seeing this scene still made me a little excited. After all, I had never been to the wizard's world before. But TOM seemed like he had been there many times and didn't have any feelings at all, which made me feel a bit strange. Ever since that TOM magic riot, he seemed to have changed somehow.

  As I stepped through the archway, the arch behind me had already turned back into a solid wall. The winter sunlight shone on a pile of large pots outside a nearby shop. A sign hung above them, reading: "Patridge's Pots - All sizes of pots, pure copper, brass, tin, automatic stirring, collapsible."

  "TOM shall we buy some stuff back?" Excitedly scanning back and forth in the shops on the corner lane.

  "Whatever... " Tom looked at the girl with some helplessness again, he had a bad premonition.

  "Little wizards, are you going to prepare to buy things? If you don't have wizarding money, you must go to Gringotts to exchange enough money. Galleons are the currency, 17 silver Sickles make one Galleon, and 29 bronze Knuts make one Sickle, simple enough, right? So 1 Galleon = 17 Sickles = 493 Knuts." asked Weasley warmly.

  "Yes, Mr. Weasley, I think my brother and I must go to Godric's Hollow. Was Mr. Weasley a student at Hogwarts? Which house was he in?" Nodding towards Weasley, with a slightly heavier emphasis on the word "brother".

  "Yes, I'm a fourth-year student at Hogwarts, and a proud Gryffindor. I didn't think you'd know about the four houses of Hogwarts... look, Ravenclaw's here." Weasley looked slightly stunned; he hadn't expected that Muggle-born wizards would know so much about the wizarding world, and they seemed to take it all in stride without too much surprise or excitement.

  "Hmmph!" Tom muttered in a low, cold tone, looking thoroughly displeased with Gwyndor.

  We arrived in front of a snow-white building, which was much taller than the surrounding small shops. Standing next to the bronze-colored gate with a glossy finish, wearing a deep red golden uniform, was the spirit of the ancient Ling Pavilion. I stepped up onto the white stone steps and walked towards the spirit. The spirit was about as tall as me and Tom, with a dark and clever face, a sparse beard, and his fingers and feet were extremely long.

  As we entered, the sprite bowed to us. Now we face this second door, silver, with some words engraved on it: "Enter, stranger, but beware that greed will be punished severely, taking without giving will bring the worst punishment, so if you want to take a share of wealth from our underground treasury that never belonged to you, thief, you have been warned, beware of inviting not treasure but evil retribution."

  Passing through the second silver gate, they entered a spacious marble hall where about 100 or so demons sat behind long counters, hastily registering in large account books. Some used scales to weigh coins, while others used magnifying glasses to examine gems. The massive white marble building. Wesley said to an idle demon, "This lady wants to exchange some money."

  "How many gallons would you like to exchange, miss?"

  "Hmm... Please exchange this part of the pounds for guilders, and please exchange this part of gold into guilders and store it in a safe deposit box. Of course, I need to open an account with the safe deposit box." I tilted my head and then poured out the contents of the Bloodstone Sakura ring onto the counter. A stack of brand new pounds, and blocks of gold of varying sizes almost submerged the demon.

  Wesley, who was standing beside him, was petrified on the spot. He really didn't know that this seemingly foolish child's little wizard had so much money, which was enough for him to spend the rest of his life, and his family's ancestral business might not have that much either.

  Tom was much better off next to Wesley, but he still stood there in a daze. He knew his sister always got what she wanted and was very mysterious, but he had no idea his sister was this rich.

  The fairy's original lazy attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and the several fairies beside her also helped to count the piles of high pounds and gold blocks. One of the spirits, who seemed to be higher in status than the other fairies, knelt on the ground with a big nose almost touching the ground. "Noble pure-blood princess, thank you for visiting the ancient spirit pavilion."

  I gazed at the kneeling fairy with a faint twitch at the corner of my mouth, Lord God, I don't recall this... uh, this kind of fairy having submitted to the Blood Clan already, so why did he call me the Pure-Blood Princess?

  Because there are many powerful and complex forces in your body, this spirit thinks you are the miss of a powerful family in the hidden world.

  "Oh, I see. She gave the fairy a faint glance and said, 'Get up.'"

  The fairy handed me a notebook with pages of different colors, each grid having a number and a name. "Pure-blood princess, please write the name of the owner of the treasury on the golden page with the number."

  The name... I took a sneak peek at TOM, who was still in a daze, and picked up the pen handed to me by the fairy. On it, I wrote Tom Marvolo Riddle (Lord Voldemort). After finishing writing, the paper flashed with a faint light, and the contract took effect. Whispering into the fairy's ear, pointing at the two names in my hand, "These two names are the current and future names of the owner of this vault. Either name can be used to withdraw items from the vault, do you understand?"

  The fairy nodded cleverly, and I handed the notebook in my hand to him, taking away the small key that opened the treasure chest from his hand, and walked over to Tom.

  "Pure-blood princess, this is the gold Galon you wanted to exchange. Do you need a space bag or a space ring?"

  "Hmm... I want a space ring, show me the style of the ring."

  Picked up a ring-shaped album and flipped through it, didn't expect the wizard's world to have such things, not too backward. The gaze stayed on a silver snake-shaped ring, a silver glasses snake was spitting out its tongue, revealing its fangs, with red gemstones inlaid on its eyes. "This one, I want the largest space."

  "Yes."

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  "...Kurenai, why did that demon call you the Pure Blood Princess?" Tom's grip on the girl's hand tightened, a shadow falling across his eyes.

  "TOM, you should call me sister. By the way, Mr. Weasley forgot to tell you that we are pure-blood wizards, we just lost our parents, don't get it wrong."

  "Ah! Sorry." Wes replied awkwardly.

  "It doesn't matter, let's continue shopping then." You're really big-hearted, I won't bother you with it.

  "Sister, when I'm taller than you, I'll call you by your real name." Tom had a sly smile on his face.

  "Alright!" A few zits popped out on my forehead, and I gave Tom a slap. Whether I'm shorter or taller than you, I'm still your sister! Don't overstep your bounds!!

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  Back to the orphanage, moving out a pile of spoils from the ring, it was found that most of them were magic books, and most of them were black magic. Although I wanted to buy some candies (TOM: What's that called?! It's simply emptying that candy store!), but looking at TOM with a dark face, I gave up. After all, today is his birthday.

  "TOM, I made this matcha cake, it's not too sweet." Of course, you have to eat cake on your birthday, how can you celebrate without eating cake? I don't know why TOM has become more and more disgusted with sweets, every time he sees them, he looks so disdainful. Could it be that he's thinking of Dumbledore? Cough! But TOM hasn't met Dumbledore yet, so this answer doesn't count. Maybe it's because he's a boy?

  "Uh, thank you, sister." Tom scrunched up his face as if he was about to take poison, took a small sip, and slowly relaxed his eyebrows.

  "Sister's cake is very delicious."

  "Right, right~ Happy birthday TOM~"

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