"Mr. Wang Yao!" Harry shouted in surprise, his little face full of excitement. The breeze blew, lifting up the hair on his forehead, making the lightning scar appear faintly.

Wang Yao walked over, lowered his head and touched Harry's little head: "I have said how many times I shouldn't call me sir." Then he raised his head to look at Hagrid.

"I thought you would stay there." Hagrid let go of Harry's hand, lowered his head and shrugged at Wang Yao.

"Every Muggle yearns for the magical world." Wang Yao replied. "Do you change your mind and don't want to keep your promise?"

"Hagir never lie." Hegir, who was huge, said seriously. He glanced around and bent down slightly and whispered to Wang Yao: "I can see that Harry believes in you very much, so I can promise you to go in. Do you know how difficult this is for me?"

"I will thank you." Wang Yao passed his sincerity through his eyes. Of course, he knew how embarrassed Hagrid was, and Wang Yao even didn't have hope at all.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Harry laughed happily.

"Don't rush to thank me for now." Wang Yao's reaction made Hager quite satisfied. He squeezed his eyes at Harry and stood up straight. "Okay, let's go to the bar first. Harry, you hold his hand."

Harry obediently held Wang Yao's palm.

A wonderful scene happened in front of you. As you grasp Harry's palm, Wang Yao's sight suddenly appeared in the empty space, which was originally empty.

Wang Yao let go of Harry without believing in evil, and the tavern disappeared.

"Only an excellent wizard like Harry can make Muggles see things that cannot be seen by touching it alone." Hager said, and walked to the black wooden door of the tavern that was painted, bent down and held the door handle and pushed it away.

"I didn't say anything to Hager." Harry next to him whispered to Wang Yao, and took the initiative to hold his hand.

"I know." Wang Yao said, pulling Harry into the Burning Cauldron Bar.

As soon as Fang entered the bar, Wang Yao seemed to have returned to a hundred years ago. Several unique long tables were placed with pastries and candlesticks. It was dim and dilapidated. The guests were like the British in the last century, men with toppers, old bearded men with pipes in their mouths, and old women sitting in the corner holding high wine glasses. The walls were peeling off, revealing the greystone wall behind them.

"Ah Hag, do you want a drink?" The bar owner in front of the bar saw a tall figure appear and greeted him in a familiar way. He seemed to come often, and many guests knew Hag and greeted him.

"No, thank you Tom. I'm working on Hogwarts now and can't drink." Hagrid replied, patting Harry on the shoulder. "I'm about to take Harry to buy what he wants to use in school."

"My God..." The bar owner went to see Harry incredibly. "He is Harry Potter!"

The bar was quiet and all guests turned their eyes here, either shocked or surprised.

"Welcome back! Mr. Porter, welcome back."

"I'm Cordoli, I can't believe it. I finally saw you."

Some people kept holding Harry's hand in a daze and swaying, and said cordially and enthusiastically.

Wang Yao watched all this on the side. There was no doubt that Harry had such prestige because he was the only one who survived Voldemort.

In the huge magical world, everyone talked about Voldemort's sarcasm, and no one even dared to call out Voldemort's name directly, as if it was a taboo. Just relying on the power of one person, a world trembled, Voldemort's super boss deserves its name.

It is also the tragic way for these wizards.

Some people cast curious or friendly eyes at Wang Yao. They wondered who this strange oriental man was actually holding Harry's hand.

"Okay, we have something to do." Hagrid stopped the wizard who came forward and wanted to get close to him. At this moment, a young man holding his head in cloth like the Indian San walked up and stumbled in his tone: "Harry, Po, Potter."

His hands were tangled together and he seemed very nervous. "I can't tell how happy I was when I saw you."

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, and while his attention was attracted by Harry, he slightly turned his head and focused on looking at the gray turban.

Voldemort grew under the turban on the back of his head.

The ignorant is fearless. If the people around him knew that Voldemort was here, what would he be scared? Wang Yao thought about it and felt a little nervous.

What would happen if I told Dumbledore about this after going to the Magic Academy...

This thought suddenly appeared in his mind. Obviously, Dumbledore, the wise old man, would definitely not regard this as a lie.

"Hello Professor, I didn't see you just now." Hagrid greeted. "Harry, this is Professor Quirrell, Hogwarts's teacher of black magic defense.

"I'm glad to know you." Harry then realized and stretched out his right hand to shake hands.

Professor Quirrell showed a hint of fear on his face, and glanced at Harry's stretched over his palm and did not hold it.

"This course is charming. But you don't have to learn Potter anymore." Kilowe said a joke that Harry couldn't understand. Suddenly, his expression suffocated, as if he had heard something terrible and looked terrified.

This change was only a moment, and it quickly returned to normal. No one noticed it except Wang Yao, who had been staring at his face.

Wang Yao's scalp numb and small beads of sweat suddenly emerged from his forehead. At that moment just now, he suddenly felt a malicious gaze looking at him.

Wang Yao frowned, was he... noticed by Voldemort?

Unexpectedly, Voldemort was so keen, and he was discovered after just paying a few more attention. A lingering worry surged into Wang Yao's heart. He secretly comforted himself that Voldemort was also seriously injured at this moment, and he was unable to withstand how could he be.

At this moment, Wang Yao really wanted to press Harry's hand on Quirrell's face like the end of the original work, and then let him and Voldemort scream and turn into ashes. Wang Yao was very sure to fight Voldemort back like this.

But a huge stumbling block is the pass-through conditions.

Is it considered a level-through to kill Voldemort once?

After repeated weighing the pros and cons, Wang Yao still gave up. If success is good, what if it fails? You should know that Voldemort is still an immortal body for the time being. Even if his body is gone, his soul can still exist and he has the opportunity to make a comeback. Once he makes a mistake in judgment, he will not pass the level and let Voldemort escape, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Voldemort would not let Wang Yao go. It is conceivable that what we will go through next is not a peaceful day. Besides, the timeline is enough for a year, and it is a waste of resources just after one day of coming in.

"I don't know who this person is?" Sure enough, Qiluo turned his gaze to Wang Yao.

"This is the helper taken by Professor Dumbledore!" Haeger replied quickly with great nervousness. "We have to go on the road, and there are still many things to buy. Goodbye guys."

Hager hurriedly led Wang Yao and Harry through the bar and towards the back door of the Broken Cauldron Bar.

The back door is just a small patio with three walls, with nothing but the weeds and wet dirt on the calves and the trash cans at the corners.

"Don't let others find out that you are a Muggle." Haeger said to Wang Yao. Then he went to count the bricks on the wall above the trash can.

"Three pieces up, two pieces horizontally... Well, here is here, you guys go back." Counting the bricks, Hagrid took out his small pink umbrella and tapped the bricks with the tip of the umbrella several times.

Wang Yao behind him silently remembered the position where Hagrid had knocked.

The knocked bricks suddenly shake, moving to one side like building blocks. As it changes, like radiation, other bricks around it shake and move to both sides, revealing a channel that is enough for the sea grid to pass through.

Opposite the passage is a winding downward cobblestone street. The narrow streets are full of people and are very lively.
Chapter completed!