Chapter 814 Extra: Nineteen Years Later

Entrance to Diagon Alley.

The flat long street paved with cobblestones winds forward, with all kinds of strange shops on both sides of the street. The potion shop is filled with strange colored smoke, which looks a bit eerie, as if luring young and ignorant wizards to enter, preparing to use their flesh and bones to make potions.

Occasionally, people hurried in and out of the shop.

Imogen opened her clear and bright eyes, full of curiosity about everything around her, and looked into the shop from time to time. Emerys was a little shy, pretending to look at the shop, but actually secretly looking at those other races.

The Wizard Commercial Street is one of the most lively and prosperous places in the entire New World, and Diagon Alley is a trend-setting place, gathering chain stores from the entire wizarding world. Wizards come to shop, Pukki and giants occasionally come to purchase daily necessities, and if there are goods of other races that want to sell, Diagon Alley is also the best choice.

The goblins were deeply dissatisfied with the law that expelled wizards from Gringotts. Sometimes they would sell some homemade objects in exchange for shiny gems and gold. For wizards who studied alchemy, the forged objects produced by goblins were very novel.

So with the help of the International Confederation of Wizards, Diagon Alley became a trade center that resounded throughout the New World.

Neville was thinking silently.

I heard that Senior Deputy Minister Granger was going to expand Diagon Alley and renovate the neighboring Knockturn Alley. All those messy shops would be demolished to build a larger and more comprehensive commercial center.

Then the shops in Diagon Alley would definitely increase in value. I could just close my own boutique and sublet it to collect rent. It would just free my parents from the shop and let them follow Principal Dumbledore to explore the new world.

"..."

Neville looked at the shops on both sides of the road.

The sunshine of late summer and early autumn was pouring down, and the signboards above the shops were flashing. The names were still the same, but the styles were completely different. The colorful glass tubes glowed at night when infused with magic, and they looked very much like Muggle neon lights.

On the right was Madam Malkin's robe store. I heard that Madam Malkin retired a few years ago, and this store was taken over by her niece, and the main source of customers was still Hogwarts students.

In the past, it was Ella Pet Store, which was originally a store specializing in owls, but now it has become a full-service pet store... It's all Loren's fault. Since the promotion and popularity of communicators, paper letters have become a thing of the past. Owls have been affected by this and have basically transformed into couriers.

At the end of the road stands a white building, which used to be Gringotts, now called "Wizards United Bank", directly under the Ministry of Magic and under the jurisdiction of Senior Deputy Minister Granger.

Neville silently withdrew his gaze and looked down at the school list.

Still the familiar light yellow envelope, emerald green ink:

"Personal equipment: a wand..."

Olivander's Wand Shop is still in the original location, but the original Mr. Ollivander has retired. The new shop is run by the young people of the Gregorovitch family. There are many more combinations of wood and wand cores. There were many jokes at the beginning, and it has only stabilized in recent years.

"Uniforms: three sets of black plain wizard robes, a black peaked hat, a black winter cloak..."

Hogwarts' student uniforms are still the same, and there has been no change in hundreds of years. The robe specialty store can get them together.

"Textbooks and teaching aids: The school will purchase them uniformly and distribute them after the start of school."

"Hehe..."

Neville couldn't help but smile.

After more than ten years of reform, Hogwarts has established its own business with the efforts of Principals McGonagall and Snape, and has completely gotten rid of the restrictions of the board of directors. Even students from poor families can use new textbooks. After all, books and teaching aids don't cost much, and they can be covered by annual alumni donations.

The alumni who donated the most in ten years is Dumbledore.

"Wow..."

Imogene found everything new, her eyes sparkling, and she turned to look at the professor of Herbology: "Uncle Neville, what shall we buy first?"

"Wands."

"Can we buy ice cream first?"

"Yes...sure."

"Thank you, Uncle Neville!"

"What flavor do you want?"

"We all want chocolate, remember to bring one for little Algy, he wants vanilla..."

Neville agreed with a smile.

Emerics walked silently beside him. Little Algy was Uncle Neville's child. Last winter, he foolishly licked the iron fence, and it was Imogen who tricked him into saying that it tasted like ice cream.

...

Dalton Institute, Manchester, England.

A project team is celebrating the joining of a new member.

Following the person in charge into the laboratory, the new member who had just joined looked around the office quietly, looking a little uneasy. This was not because she was introverted, but mainly because she had gone through three consecutive security checks in front of her. The security personnel seemed to be really armed, and their demeanor and temperament were like those of military personnel.

Transmission electron microscope, X-ray diffractometer, differential scanning calorimeter, thermogravimetric analyzer... Various instruments have traces of long-term use, and the shells are even peeling. A cursory glance may make you think they are outdated instruments, but a closer look reveals that they are all the most advanced equipment in recent years.

Marjorie Carver, who just graduated with a doctorate, silently recalled the information of this laboratory.

Although it is a research group that is not very visible in the school, it can raise sufficient research funds every year and does not need to report research progress and results to anyone. However, the control of members is extremely strict, and joining and leaving require very complicated procedures for review.

"Because it was established for a relatively short time, the recruitment of members was strict, the salary was generous, and the working environment was comfortable and relaxed, no members had withdrawn yet."

A female researcher named Alice turned to look at the new member and smiled: "I have read your paper, and I am not bound by reality, and dare to put forward incredible hypotheses. Although it is basically lacking in basis, we all admire you and others. Different thinking. I believe that when you understand our research content, you will not quit easily."

"So, what exactly are we studying?"

"The group usually doesn't call it by its name directly, they are all called by code names. Some call it endless energy, some call it supernatural flame, or mysterious substance, just choose one you like..."

Alice led her all the way in to the deepest part of the lab, standing in front of a medium metal safe.

Marjorie slowed down her breathing and had noticed it in her heart.

After a rigorous and complex unlocking program, the safe was quietly opened, without any precious materials, and no paper materials. Only a golden flame was suspended from the ground and burned quietly.

"I would rather call it, the gift of the wizard-

"Gubulai Immortal Fire."

...

September is the school season.

Hogwarts students still took the express train back to school. In order to adapt to the new world environment, the train was improved and the route planning was optimized. The original journey of most of the day was shortened to three hours. Vice President Loren Morgan moved the branch banquet. At noon, it is used to distribute textbooks and clean classrooms and dormitories in the afternoon.

Since the promulgation of the Elf Liberation Act, the school’s staff system has also been reformed, recruiting several retired Aurors as security, recruiting several older witches as chefs, and cleaning work is undertaken by teachers and students, saying what it is. Labor education.

When Loren and others entered the auditorium, Principal Snape was sitting in the main seat, and the professor of herbal medicine was organizing the freshmen to line up and stand. There was a branch hat on the stool in front of him, and the melody he could vaguely hear it humming.

"Good afternoon! Principal Snape."

"Ha! Some people almost arrived late for the branch ceremony for the date."

"What does it mean for a date?!"

"Oh."

“Mr. Granger and I are discussing the upcoming Goblet of Fire.”

"Oh."

"I can't explain to you, the irresponsible principal."

Loren ignored his attitude and turned to greet Deputy Minister Granger, as well as her assistant, the young witch named Delphie Malfoy.

It should be the year when he took over as a professor of transformation, the young witch graduated from Slytherin College and entered the Ministry of Magic with excellent grades in general. She has outstanding abilities, is hardworking and willing to deal with people, and is very responsible. She was then promoted to Hermin. assistant.

“…”

Loren couldn't help but grin, leaned into Hermione's ear and whispered, "As long as I think of Draco having such a big daughter, I want to laugh."

Hermione ignored the man and her eyes fell on Xinsheng.

The two children in his family got together, and Emerys stood in the corner with his head down, looking introverted and shy, but in fact he was quietly looking at everything nearby. There are many children around Imogin, Albus Porter, Scorpi Malfoy... Agil Jr. will probably have more followers next year.

As the song of the branch hat fell, the branch ceremony officially began.

"Scorpi Malfoy!"

"Slytherin!"

"Albus Porter!"

"Slytherin!"

"Emeris Granger!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Imokin Morgan!"

"Slytherin!"

“…”

Hermione opened her eyes wide, her face full of surprise, turned to say something to him, but was blocked by a piece of pudding.

Loren smiled and fed himself:

"That's their story."