chapter | 03 “EVERYONE THINKS I AM AMAZING BUT I AM ACTUALLY JUST AN ASSHOLE”
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——“CAN WE BUY ALL THIS IN LONDON?”
It was the next day, and the twins were in London with Hagrid to buy their school supplies. For the first time in his life, Greyson felt excited at the thought of leaving the house. Perhaps it was because the Durselys weren't coming with them, or because he was about to learn about a whole different world.
"If yeh know where to go," Hagrid said, brushing past a couple who stared at him with open mouths.
Greyson had never been to London before, and neither has Harry. Although Hagrid seemed to know where he was going, he was obviously not used to getting there in an ordinary way. He got stuck in the ticket barrier on the Underground, and complained loudly that the seats were too small and the trains too slow.
"I don't know how the Muggles manage without magic." He said as they climbed down a broken-down escalator that led to a bustling road lined with shops.
Hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all the twins had to do was keep close behind him. They passed book shops and music stores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if it could sell you a magic wand. This was just an ordinary street full of ordinary people.
"This is it." Hagrid said, coming to a halt, "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
Greyson was expecting the Leaky Cauldron to look like all the other shops on the street–– bright, colourful and eye-catching. But it was a tiny, grubby looking pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, Greyson wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Greyson had a suspicious feeling that only he, Harry and Hagrid could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had steered him inside.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry–– one of them smoking a long pipe. Two men were playing a game of cards, yelling curses at each other, a group of people were sitting in the corner, their laughter echoing in the pub. A little man in a top hat was talking to the older bartender.
The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"
"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business." Hagrid said, clapping his great hand on Harry's shoulder since he was standing the closest.
"Good Lord," The bartender peered at Harry, "Is this–– can this be––?"
