Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After Albert and Hibiscus Chinensis's wedding, it rained non-stop for a long time. Although the rain had stopped, the sky was still cloudy.
Allen accompanied Krievat's family to Piccadilly Square, the heart of Soho. His gaze rested on a statue of Eros standing upright in the middle of the square.
"Piccadilly Square was designed by Nash in 1819 to realize the Prince Regent's dream of connecting Carlton Palace and Regent's Park. This statue was sculpted by Prince Albert. It's also the first statue made of aluminum. However, when the statue was placed in the square in 1893, it caused dissatisfaction among the Victorians. Nevertheless, the statue quickly became a symbol of London." Krievat introduced Muggle to Allen. However, his gaze never left the bruise on Allen's forehead.
"Nowadays, this place is often used as a dating spot. London couples always gather around the statue." Krievat smiled at her daughter and Allen. However, she couldn't help but look at the bruise on Allen's head. "Allen, your head is … Why don't you use your magic to heal it? I mean, I once accidentally broke my hand and Penello didn't let me go to the hospital. He healed it almost instantly … "
"Mother! Don't mind it. "Penello scolded her mother for being a busybody. However, she couldn't help but look pleased with herself.
Allen's mouth stiffened. He forced himself to maintain a calm expression. "There was a small accident when we were playing Quidditch. I lost a bet with my sister. Her request is that I can't use magic to heal the bruise on my forehead. At least not before I attend an official event."
"If you don't come home today, you can heal it. The Ministry of Magic will give you an award tomorrow. Daisy isn't so calculative. Her wish has been fulfilled." Penello also felt that the big bag was a bit of an eyesore. Then she said to Alan with a smile, "By the way, Alan, my parents have decided to sell the law firm and move to the magic world."
"You young people are so energetic." Mrs. Krivat said with admiration. "Morgan-le-Feil is amazing. She takes care of both her family and her career. Unlike me, Owen is a capable man. He provided a job for her. She can participate in the Ministry of Magic's revision of the law."
"Letizia and I have to study the laws and cases of the wizarding world for a while before we can officially do this job … It's a bit … messy …" Mr. Krivat laughed dryly. "But Ellen, Penelope's mother and I found out that the magic world is not as desolate as we thought … Uh, sorry, I mean it's not as uncomfortable as we thought. These novel things are quite exciting for us ordinary people …"
"That's great. It's Harris' honor. It's a blessing for the magic world to have the help of professionals like you." Allen complimented. He knew that Mr. Krivat felt that the wizarding world's laws were like a pile of dog shit.
"We're here. This is the Hatchards Bookstore. It's undoubtedly the most noble bookstore …" At this time, Mrs. Krivat pointed to the long line of parents and children in front of them and said, "It has three royal guarantees, which means that it provides books for the Empress. At the same time, it also has many famous customers, such as Wilde and Byron."
On the notice board outside the window, there was a colorful new book poster. On the purple and orange poster, a bespectacled little wizard was riding a flying broom through an arched doorway. The words "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, by Rowling" were written on it.
Allen and the others heard the discussions of the readers waiting for the signing in the line.
"My son heard about it from his classmate and insisted on buying a copy."
"I've finished reading it. This time I'm here for the autograph. It's amazing. It can actually create such a magical world! But that Lord Voldemort is too scary. "
"My sister is 13 years old this year. She's always talking about raising an owl. She thinks the Hogwarts missed out on her acceptance letter and wants to write to them herself. For the sake of Lord Voldemort, she's 13 years old."
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"The Hatchard Bookstore still carries on the spirit of the past." Mr. Krivat looked proud. "But the line is too long. We'll have to wait for a while to get in."
"You should get used to magic …" Penello said and waved his hand. The Muggles and shop assistants in the queue ignored their action of cutting the queue and allowed them to swagger in.
Mrs. Krivat, who was not used to the way wizards treated ordinary people, was a little uncomfortable. "Strictly speaking, Penello, it's illegal for wizards to cast spells on ordinary people."
Penello chuckled. "As Aura, I suspect there's something wrong with this shop. It's an emergency."
Mr. Krivat muttered, "There are too many back doors in your laws."
The bookstore was like a boundless old house. The small rooms on the six floors were connected together and surrounded the central staircase. Allen looked around and said, "This reminds me of the Hogwarts."
"Speaking of which, you wizards are really amazing." Mrs. Krivat introduced with great interest. "This book describes the magic world. It received a lot of good reviews when it was published. The new author, J. Rowling, has become famous in a short time. I heard this book is the dark horse that is most likely to win the National Children's Book Award and the Smutty Book Gold Medal Award next year."
"However, ordinary people don't know... In fact, JK Rowling became famous even earlier than that. The ability of a wizard is truly powerful... to be able to easily manipulate ordinary people's memories and make them mistake a book that was just released as being published on June 26th." Mr. Krivat sighed. "Letizia, it's the safest thing for us to live in the magic world. Now I know that the accidents in the past year were not accidents."
"The wizarding world is not very stable recently. But the United Kingdom is not bad." Allen nodded. "Penello has become famous in the wizarding world. I'm sorry, Mr. Krivat and Mrs. Krivat, this has affected your daily life. But don't worry, you have enough security in the wizarding world."
Following the crowd in the queue, they finally saw Rowling. The witch disguised as a female Muggle was sitting behind the signing table. Behind her was a huge advertising board.
Unlike Rita Skeeter's usual flamboyant appearance, this blonde lady with blue eyes, thin figure, and wearing a black dress looked much more low-key and tasteful. Many Muggle media members held up their cameras and took pictures of him.
"It looks like everything is going well in a short time." Penello raised her arm and blocked a reader for Allen. "Compared to her in the wizarding world, she is much more popular in the Muggle world than she was in the magic world."
"She is enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention." Allen sensed Rita's thoughts through his telekinesis. "She is thinking of changing her career to writing. She has the desire to become a real writer. News reports have to be objective and fair, so she is not very popular among the wizards. But this kind of news can be fabricated and let her imagination run wild. To be honest, for Rita, a home is more suitable for her as Ravenclaw."
"Allen, her progress in the Muggle Society is going well. But we are not. The International Union of Wizards and Wizards has issued a stern statement because of this. They think we have seriously violated the Secret Act. They are considering sanctions." Penello moved closer to Allen and pulled him away from his parents who had already walked to the bookshelves to pick out books. Penello whispered, "The Red Umbrella Department is now well established. Do you want me to bring some people to pick out a few disobedient ones?"
Penello's voice was cold. He quickly and forcefully made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand on his neck.
"Penello, Harris is not a mafia." Allen shook his head exaggeratedly and leaned back. "I will attend the meeting of the International Union of Wizards. I will explain it to them face to face. So, there is no need for these tricks, at least not now."
"Then, speaking of wishes." Penello licked his lips. "You haven't told me what Hermione and Luna's wishes are."
"If it's a wish, Emily is as easy to get rid of as Daisy … Emily will be very happy if I give her the crossbow that I used during the World Cup …" Allan answered without answering the question. Looking at Penelope's expression, he knew that he could not avoid it, so he changed his tone. "They've kept their wishes as useless … Penelope, speaking of which, it's not a wish to accompany you shopping today. You can use your wish when you think about it later."
(End of Chapter)
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