Hearing Charle's words, Professor McGonagall, who had been about to step into the Leaky Cauldron, instantly stopped, and a look of bewilderment and doubt appeared on her serious face.
For a moment, she wondered if she had misheard.
Apparition, fun, likes to play?
Being flushed down a toilet, is that fun?
Do Muggle World children like to play like this now?
Although she didn't know what the roller coaster and Ferris wheel Charle mentioned were, Professor McGonagall had already decided in her heart that if she ever entered the Muggle World in the future, she would definitely stay far away from these two things.
Then, Professor McGonagall felt a sense of difficulty.
It wasn't early anymore, and she still had two more places to go...
But seeing Charle's eager expression, Professor McGonagall's heart softened.
According to the information, this child was an orphan, without parental love since childhood, and even relied on the prize money from competitions to eat.
How pitiful.
Not to mention that his recent eleventh birthday was spent in such a terrible situation, which made Professor McGonagall even more heartbroken.
So after a moment, Professor McGonagall nodded.
"Alright, then we'll Apparate one more time."
Immediately, she grabbed Charle's hand again, and the two Apparated back outside St. Mungo's Hospital.
During this Apparition, Charle consciously concentrated, observing the distorted space and the rapidly receding scenery.
He felt as if he was looking at an oil painting with lines so chaotic they were indescribable.
The dizziness it brought was even stronger than the first time he Apparated.
As soon as he landed this time, Charle couldn't help but let out a "wow" and started throwing up violently to the side.
But while he was throwing up, the voice of the Deep Blue System also sounded in Charle's mind, reminding him that he had gained more references this time, and the points needed for the initial deduction of Apparition were directly reduced by ten thousand points.
The initial deduction, which originally required fifty thousand points, now only required thirty-five thousand points!
Rounding up, it was equivalent to directly saving Charle deduction points equivalent to a bottle of Sublimation Potion!
Thinking about the nauseating experience of drinking the Sublimation Potion, the feeling of being thrown into a toilet like with Apparition was much better.
A huge profit!
So after finishing throwing up, Charle raised his head and looked at Professor McGonagall.
"Professor, let's do it again, it's fun, it's really too much fun."
Professor McGonagall's face was full of confusion, feeling that she seemed to no longer understand the Little Wizards of today.
Wasn't this just looking for trouble?
But under Charle's earnest pleading, Professor McGonagall reluctantly agreed to take Charle Apparating back and forth a few more times.
In Charle's mind, the Deep Blue System's prompts kept sounding.
But unfortunately, even though he was fully focused on the distorted space, the reduction in deduction points each time gradually decreased.
Until the last time, it simply prompted that there was no more reference value and it could no longer be reduced.
At this time, the points required for the initial deduction of Apparition had dropped to twenty thousand points!
Only then did Charle stand up on his trembling legs, indicating that he had truly had enough fun.
Professor McGonagall finally let out a long breath.
To be honest, even though she was an adult witch, a few trips of Apparition like this were quite nauseating.
She was even afraid that she would throw up in front of Charle and completely lose her image, but thankfully Charle had finally had enough fun.
After calming down the feeling of nausea, Professor McGonagall was finally able to take Charle and walk into the famous Leaky Cauldron.
Inside the Leaky Cauldron, it was already full of wizards at this time.
Many people were talking about the news of the death of the heinous Dark Wizard, Dak.
Some people called Charle "another Boy Who Lived".
And speaking of this, more people were excitedly talking about another topic, which was when The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, would enter the Wizarding World through the Leaky Cauldron.
Charle was completely unconcerned about these discussions.
All his attention was focused on the food he saw as he walked through the Leaky Cauldron.
Unfortunately, what was visible to the naked eye were some ordinary foods.
Even if some dishes were different, the ingredients used were all ingredients that could be found in the Muggle World.
Relying on these foods, even eating eight meals a day could only increase a few scattered deduction points, far less than the recovery meals at St. Mungo's Hospital with added magical herbs.
It seems that until I find a more suitable source of magical food, I can only treat St. Mungo's Hospital as my canteen.
These thoughts flashed through Charle's mind as he followed Professor McGonagall through the Leaky Cauldron and arrived in front of the famous wall from the original work.
Professor McGonagall took out her wand and demonstrated to Charle how to find the brick he needed to tap based on the position of the trash can placed by the wall, in order to enter Diagon Alley.
Charle, on the other hand, asked Professor McGonagall another question that surprised her.
"Professor, why do we have to enter Diagon Alley in such a troublesome way?"
"And this method feels very unreliable."
"What if someone plays a prank and puts a lot of identical trash cans by the wall?"
"Or what if someone messes with the wall, using paint or other spells to cover the entire wall? Then, without the reference points, wouldn't it be impossible to open the door?"
Hearing the questions Charle raised, Professor McGonagall's expression suddenly became very interesting, even showing a hint of gritting her teeth, as if she recalled some infuriating past event.
Then, she looked at Charle and asked with some hesitation.
"Charle, why are you asking this?"
"You're not the type of child who likes to play pranks, are you?"
Charle shook his head repeatedly.
"I swear I have no interest in pranks. My only hobby is probably eating."
Professor McGonagall was slightly relieved, but still cautioned Charle.
"When you enter Hogwarts later, you need to be careful of those Weasley brothers. They've done things like what you described. They almost drove Mrs. Weasley mad."
"It took the Weasleys three whole days to restore this wall!"
After the warning, Professor McGonagall showed a bit of confidence.
"However, after that prank, to ensure that the traditional way of entering Diagon Alley is not disrupted in any way, the Ministry of Magic hired specialists to cast various spells on this wall to ensure it cannot be modified or transfigured."
Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Charle's eyes lit up.
"So, every brick on this wall has magic, is a magical item, and the magic attached to it is very advanced?"
Professor McGonagall nodded with a hint of pride.
"I also participated in this project, along with many other powerful wizards. We all used our best skills."
"In addition, Ministry of Magic personnel will come regularly to maintain it and replenish the spell's magic."
"So you can rest assured, this wall will never have any accidents!"
Charle also showed a relieved smile.
"So that's how it is."
"These bricks are here, no one can take them, no one can move them, and the Ministry of Magic will maintain them regularly. Then I'm truly relieved."
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