Chapter 299

"Professor Christiansen, you are finally here! Are you coming from the Leaky Cauldron?"

When Dr. Melimp saw the visitor, he immediately greeted him with a professional smile on his face and a gentle but somewhat eager tone.

The other party was Professor Christiansen, a tall black wizard.

He was wearing a dark brown long coat, lined with a light gray woolen suit, and had a small golden badge on his chest, which made him look both stable and decent.

With an apologetic and warm smile on his face, he was carrying a slightly heavy suitcase, and the soles of his shoes made a crisp sound when they hit the pebbles.

"Yes, yes,"

Professor Christiansen smiled and nodded, his voice rich and magnetic.

"Oh, I don't know what happened to the customs in East Anglia today, and the inspection was very strict. I came from Sweden, and they simply turned my luggage upside down, which delayed a lot of time. I'm really sorry for asking you. Waited for so long.”

As he spoke, he shrugged helplessly, with a hint of apology on his face.

Dr. Melimp smiled slightly, glanced at the suitcase in his hand, and then quietly observed the folds on his sleeves.

"There's nothing we can do about it,"

She was gentle and understanding of the situation.

"As you know, things are not going well here in London recently, and the customs side will inevitably be a little nervous."

Dr. Melimp still maintained a calm tone and raised his chin slightly.

"Then Professor, why didn't you come here with other teachers and students from Durmstrang this time? By the way, you can also attend the international exchange meeting of the Pharmacists Association. Isn't it just in time?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Christiansen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he remembered something happy, and then shook his head.

"I am a scholar who studies the soul. Going to a pharmacist's exchange meeting? Wouldn't that make them laugh at me? But -"

He paused, turned his gaze to the distant sky, and lowered his voice.

"Actually, I originally planned to come with them. After all, our school's ghost ship is really convenient and saves time and effort."

At this point, his tone became a little vague, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"However, there was some trouble in Sweden and I needed to deal with it. So the trip was delayed..."

Professor Christiansen lowered his head and thought for a moment. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned to look at Merlinp and his tone became lighter.

"Oh, by the way, Dr. Melimp, I have something else I want to ask you for help with."

Merlin nodded slightly, with that gentle and professional smile still on his face.

"Professor, just tell me, I will try my best to help you if I can."

Professor Christiansen nodded and glanced at the towering Gringotts Tower at the end of Diagon Alley, then returned his gaze and looked at Merlymp seriously.

"Actually, I should have gone directly to St. Mungo's to find you. But the reason why I chose to meet in Diagon Alley is because... I have something stored in Gringotts that I need to pick up."

He paused briefly, as if considering his words.

"To be honest, I haven't been here for almost seven years. I have almost forgotten the procedures and rules of Gringotts. So... can you please accompany me?"

Merlin nodded slightly and spoke crisply.

"No problem, Professor, let's go."

Having said that, her brows furrowed slightly for a moment, as if she had some doubts about something, but it was so fleeting that it was almost unnoticeable.

"Okay! I'm really troubling you!"

Professor Christiansen seemed particularly happy and nodded his thanks repeatedly, with a sincere gratitude in his tone.

However, as the two were walking side by side along the streets of Diagon Alley, Merlinp suddenly heard a low "gurgling" sound.

The sound was gentle, but it seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere.

She looked sideways at Christiansen, who was stunned for a moment, then scratched the back of his head awkwardly and showed an embarrassed smile.

"Uh... I'm sorry, Dr. Merlymp, this..."

Merlin couldn't help but chuckle, his tone gentle and a bit teasing.

"Professor, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

Christiansen nodded with a helpless smile, a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

"To be honest, I haven't eaten since noon yesterday. The customs inspection in East Anglia took too much time, and then I was in a hurry and couldn't take care of it."

Upon hearing this, Merlin couldn't help but shake his head slightly, with a concerned smile on his face.

"Professor, this is not okay. It is not good for your health to go without eating for a long time."

She stopped and raised her hand to point to an exquisitely decorated restaurant not far away.

"Let's do this. I'll take you to have a meal first to fill your stomach and then go to Gringotts to get something. We can't let you do things hungry, right?"

Christiansen looked hesitant, as if he was considering whether to waste time, but after seeing Merlin's insistent expression, he finally nodded.

"Well...well, since you said so, doctor, I will follow your arrangements. But, what should I eat?"

Merlin nodded slightly, probably already having a plan in mind.

"Don't worry, it's French food. Authentic."

When Christiansen heard this, his brows relaxed slightly and he seemed to be relieved.

he said with a smile.

"That would be more trouble for you, Dr. Mellymp."

"You're welcome, Professor."

Melymp waved his hand gently, then walked towards the restaurant, followed by Christiansen carrying a suitcase.

As they walked from the north side of Diagon Alley to the south side, Christiansen and Mellymp walked briskly, chatting as they walked.

At the corner of the street not far behind them, a small shop with a sign reading "Florin Fusco Ice Cream Shop" was quietly opening for business, and the faint sweet fragrance drifted with the wind, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

Inside the shop, several small wooden round tables were filled with people, most of whom were tourists wearing exotic costumes.

However, among these tourists, only one local was different.

He sat at a table by the window, with a slightly hunched figure, wearing a slightly old gray coat, and was concentrating on eating a cup of steaming ice cream with his head down.

It was Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

A rare look of satisfaction appeared on Tom's face, his brows were stretched, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had returned to a distant and warm memory.

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