It was noon and the sun was hanging high.

Although Aske could pat his chest and say that he would never regret spending all his money to get a wand, he still had to be responsible for the consequences of this incident, such as how to solve the problem of lunch and accommodation.

These problems can be solved with money. How can I say it? No problem that can be solved with money is not a problem, as long as you have to have money!

Ask has no money, but some people have money, and those people's money is his money in Ask's eyes.

Your money is mine, my money is still mine.

Just like withdrawing money from Gringott, Ask had to "withdraw" his "own" money from others. There are many ways. Ask chose a more troublesome method. Ask had chosen the reason...

"Who made me a good person with noble character, pure and kindness, righteousness... to be happy to help others!"

Aske was moved by himself, he walked quickly in one direction, and finally stopped in front of a middle-aged man, bent his waist politely, and said, "Good afternoon, sir, it seems that you need some help."

"Oh, indeed, I need some help." The middle-aged man nodded helplessly, waved the map in his hand, and said, "Do you know where the bookstore is? I specially bought a map of London, but the coordinates on it are completely different from here..."

The middle-aged man started to talk, maybe because he hadn't had an audience for too long, so he saved a lot of things.

Aske listened patiently, without any impatience. He knew very well that patience is a necessary psychological quality for success.

Soon, Asker figured out the needs of the middle-aged man. Mr. Granger, who was a Muggle, and his daughter was accepted by Hogwarts because of her talent. Today, he brought his daughter to buy things, and then he naturally got lost.

"I want to complain to the one who sells the map!" Mr. Granger was a little angry. He handed the map to Asker, "Look, there is no street here at all!"

Just a glance, Asker knew where the problem was. If you can find the street layout of Diagon Alley on the map made by Muggles, it would be a problem, isn't it?

Holding back his smile, Asker took the map, kneaded it into a ball and threw it into a trash can on the side of the road.

"Mr. Granger, I think, you need a guide now."

Mr. Granger nodded, and Asker continued, "I know a little about it. If you are willing to pay me a little commission, I think I can solve your troubles."

"No problem! How much do you want? I can give it to you now!"

Mr. Granger's pleasure was beyond Asker's expectations, and it can be seen that the troubles and torture of getting lost may be even more serious to Mr. Granger than Asker thought.

Asker smiled and shook his head, signaling Mr. Granger to withdraw his withdrawn wallet.

"It's better to wait until the reward is over. Let's see if what I did can satisfy you."

"Aren't you afraid that I will be stolen?"

Mr. Granger was a little curious. The boy in front of him looked only eleven or twelve years old, but he was about the same age as his daughter, but his calmness was far beyond his peers.

"That's not a gentleman's behavior, isn't it?" Asker shrugged, and he didn't say anything else, that was-

"Besides, even if you are not responsible for your debt, I have a way to get my reward!"

Asker is very skillful in handling this situation, after all, practice makes perfect.

After the matter was negotiated, the rest would be much easier. Although Asker had only been in the UK for half a month, he already knew Diagon Alley well. He could not know much about what was cheaper and what was good in quality.

When Asker took Mr. Granger out of Lihen Bookstore, Mr. Granger was undoubtedly quite satisfied and trusted Asker very much.

Sometimes, the establishment of trust is so simple, and timely help is always easier to remember than adding icing on the cake.

If Asker wants to do bad things, he has many choices next, but as he thought at the beginning, he plans to get the money in a more troublesome way today, which is a pleasure for him.

"Ask, are you a wizard?"

Since the wand and clothes I wanted to buy in the end need to be present in person, Asker and the others needed to find Mr. Granger's daughter first. On the way, Mr. Granger could not control his curiosity and asked Asker who was already familiar with him.

"Strictly speaking, I am just a quasi-wizard. When I complete my studies and pass the exam, I can only be considered a qualified wizard." Asker replied.

"Oh, you know, I'm just an ordinary person, my lover is also an ordinary person, but our daughter is a wizard..." Mr. Granger scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "The wizards and magic are strange to us. Perhaps, in the eyes of you wizards, are we ordinary people very ignorant and ignorant?"

"The person who has this kind of thought is true ignorance and ignorance." Aske seemed to have thought of something, and his mood was a little depressed. "I have seen the noblest Muggles and the most despicable wizards. If it weren't for them... forget it, everything has passed."

"Uh, Asker, how old are you this year?"

"Eleven, what's wrong?"

"Why do I feel that you are older than me? Do you know, the expression you spoke just now is good..." Mr. Granger racked his brains, but he could not find a suitable word to describe, and he was sweating profusely.

"Virtual changes?"

"Yes, yes! That's the vicissitudes!"

Rolling his eyes, Aske switched the book in one hand to the other, moved his wrists, and said angrily: "You're thinking too much... It's so hot, you have to remember to treat me to ice cream later."

"no problem!"

Mr. Granger laughed and patted Asker on the shoulder, which made him grin. There was no way. Mr. Granger was really not light or serious, and Asker's shoulder was still injured.

I don’t know how long I have been away, but in my impression, Aske felt that they had already visited the entire Diagon Alley. The time was approaching the start of school, and many parents took their children out to buy things. It was bustling and very lively, which is rare in normal times.

Asker and Mr. Granger, these two people, one big and one small, one old and one young, are extremely harmonious when they walk together, just like ordinary families.

Squinted his eyes, Asker stared at the road, not knowing what he was thinking. Perhaps at this moment, he could taste a little bit of family affection and warmth, the taste of home that had never belonged to him.

If possible, Asker hopes that this road will never be completed and time can stay for a while, even for a moment.

Ask missed homesick, from Norway in the northern country to unfamiliar Germany, from the cold spire to the unwarranted magic school, there seemed to be no place to be called a writer.

It's very sad, isn't it?
Chapter completed!