When Harry arrived in Diagon Alley again, his nostrils were twitching, and he could vaguely smell the burning smell of war in the air.
He, like Fred, George and Ron, who arrived at the ruins of Diagon Alley first, looked at the fireplace they had just stepped out of.
It is like the fireplaces inlaid on two walls of the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic.
The ministry set up a half-mile-long, ten-foot-high wall leading to the industrial area, with fireplaces built inside the wall as windows to Diagon Alley.
Harry moved a few steps away from the fireplace to make room for Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley who were coming next.
The ground beneath his feet was not paved with the stylized cobblestones that Harry was familiar with. It was not even cement or slate, but simply rammed ruins.
The Ministry of Magic obviously has no spare capacity to compact the entire destroyed Diagon Alley in a short period of time.
The compact land is limited to the drop-off platform area where they are located, and a straight road leading to the wilderness. As for the location outside, there are still ruins.
The broken support pillars pointing obliquely to the sky silently told people the fierceness and cruelty of the war.
"Diagon Alley"
Ginny murmured silently, and several members of the Weasley family and Hermione were also speechless.
After all, the photos in the Daily Prophet are more impactful than seeing them in person!
Only Harry, who had been to the battlefield in person, was a little dazed about this.
"Don't be in a daze here, everyone, the people behind are coming out!"
A wizard wearing a green armband saw them looking around blankly in front of the fireplace and shouted loudly He shouted, pushed through the crowd against the current, and walked towards them.
"Oh, sorry"
Harry looked at the armband of the approaching wizard. The words "Public Security Management" were written on the green background in silver. He thought he was hired by the Ministry of Magic. To maintain order.
Harry nodded and apologized, then pointed to some wizards climbing up and down the ruins on both sides of the avenue, holding wands to cut molten crystal stones from time to time,
"Excuse me , are those people the owners of the shop here?"
"Oh"
This young wizard with short brown hair and as many scars as Ron's nose. Looking at the people climbing up and down the ruins, he said in a disapproving tone,
"Only a very small number of them are, most of them are scavengers who want to try their luck and find something valuable."< /p>
"Scavengers?"
Ron squinted at the clothes of those people, shook his head and disagreed,
"They wore better clothes than me. It's decent Harry"
Ron suddenly became excited,
"Maybe we can try it, there should be a lot of good things buried under the ruins!"
"I don't think that's necessary, Ron"
Harry shook his head.He said in a low tone,
"If you have witnessed the battle between Professor Brain and Voldemort, you will know that there cannot be anything left there."
The security administrator These days, he has seen too many people pointing fingers at Diagon Alley after the war. He was a little irritated and dropped Harry and others off at the exit of the platform and lined up in the passage surrounded by two rows of fences.
People's comments about Diagon Alley after the war converged like the buzz of bees' wings.
Harry and the others listened carefully to people's opinions on the war and the fact that the British wizarding business center was in ruins.
Unexpectedly, the majority of people's views are still optimistic.
Perhaps it is the Ministry of Magic's tough attitude towards the enemy and the fact that in recent days, the Daily Prophet has published numerous articles praising the victory of that war.
Everyone began to believe that the Ministry of Magic, supported by Amostabrain and Albus Dumbledore, was able to control the situation on a large level.
"You know, honey, it's a blessing to have him"
A lady wearing a round hat with a few colorful feathers doesn't mind being heard Commenting on the situation, she told her companions,
"I had been planning to leave London for a while, but after the war, I felt less worried.
My first A friend is a reporter from the Daily Prophet. He was hiding in the rice field in front of him at the time. He told me that the mysterious man never took advantage of him from beginning to end. They were at least evenly matched, and Dumbledore had not yet Join us!"
The three Harrys looked at each other and smiled.
They all knew who he was referring to in this woman's words.
Some opinions about Diagon Alley surprised Harry even more.
"To be honest, nothing has changed here since I was born!"
There was a man with a cane and his gray hair tied back into a bun like Professor McGonagall's. The old lady said to her equally old companion,
"It's a bit novel now!"
Harry grinned and chuckled,
"Oh my god, does she really think Diagon Alley is good now?"
"Oh, of course not"
Hermione disagreed with the old lady's opinion. He looked in awe at a marble pillar stuck in the ground, with an outline of four or five feet.
This pillar obviously belongs to Gringotts, but the original site of Gringotts is still hundreds of feet away. It is most likely that it was blown away.
"The most important reason why people can remain optimistic is that they know that the Ministry cannot just leave Diagon Alley alone."
Harry nodded and said to Hermione Totally agree with the view.
"Hey, it's you!"
As soon as they followed the team out of the platform passage, someone waved their arms to greet them.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione!"
The people around them immediately glanced at them, and Harry was so scared that he quickly lowered his head.
"Ernie?"
Only Ron didn't have any psychological burden. He waved happily to their classmates at Hogwarts,
"You too Come here to buy something?"
"Of course!"
Ernie trotted over and said hello to everyone again,
"My mother and I We came together. She was buying me a robe over there. I was a little bored, so I came out for a walk."
Ernie said excitedly. He pointed at the stretches of ruins not far away and tried his best to suppress his excitement. The tone,
"This is really shocking, right? It was all done by Professor Blaine. Hey, what a pity, our physical education class will end next semester, and we are not old enough to take physical education class "S course!"
Before they could answer the question, Ernie continued to talk,
"Hogwarts is about to start, I'm so happy, I'll finally be able to see a Quidditch match this year. There are a few vacancies on the Hufflepuff team, and I'm going to convince my mother to buy me a broomstick to try my luck.
No, Harry. Said, you must still be the Seeker of Gryffindor, and Fred and George will not change. So, what about you, Ron, what are your plans?"
"Wood? Have you graduated?"
Ron's heart was pounding, he bit his lip and muttered.
Harry nodded,
"I guess Angelina will become the captain of Gryffindor, Wood has left. So that means we need to add a goalkeeper. "
Ron's heart was pounding. He turned around and looked at Mrs. Weasley longingly.
A flying broomstick is expensive, Mrs. Weasley frowned unconsciously.
"Just a sweep, Mom, no need for nimbus or firebolt"
Ron said pitifully.
"Oh, are you still planning to count on the Firebolt?"
Looking at Ron's miserable look, Mrs. Weasley smiled,
" Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, Ron, after all, it’s all your money, you can go pick out a broomstick.”
Ron has never been so excited during the summer vacation. Cheers!
Ernie still needs to try on robes, and Harry and the Weasley family also need to go to Gringotts to get money. Ron and Ernie made an appointment to go to the Quidditch boutique to look at brooms later.
They officially entered the post-disaster Diagon Alley neighborhood.
The merchants set up magic tents on both sides of the road leveled by the Ministry of Magic. In order to let people know what they were selling, there were large banners on the top of each tent that read: Enter your original store name.
They were happy to find that most of the original shops were still doing business.
They strolled in the streetWalking down the road, looking at the tent shops of different shapes on both sides of the road, I felt like I was back at the camping ground during the Quidditch World Cup.
"It's quite amazing,"
Ginny also expressed the same opinion as Harry,
"I think that after the reconstruction of Diagon Alley, It’s pretty good to retain this feature - "End of this chapter. The transcoding has been serious recently, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please use your little hand to exit the reading mode. Thank you