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Number 1, Diagon Alley, London, the Leaky Cauldron. This is a historic and popular wizarding pub.

It was established even about two centuries earlier than the implementation of the *International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy*. Therefore, in the beginning, it did not refuse any guests. Muggles, wizards, goblins, hags... all were their customers.

Since the beginning of the 19th century, after the British government redesigned Charing Cross Road, this pub, which would have been razed to the ground in the design plan, completely disappeared from the records of the non-magical world. Through the efforts of dozens of wizards, they successfully modified the planning of the entire street with a large number of memory charms and various complex concealment charms.

Although the pub was initially founded by Ms. Daisy Dodderidge, after several changes of ownership, the Leaky Cauldron has long become a fixed asset of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-blood families, the Abbott family. (Note 1, click to expand)

The current pub owner happens to be Hannah Abbott's uncle, Tom Abbott.

With the popularity of *A Bite of Hogwarts* and *The Quibbler* in the wizarding world, the entire Leaky Cauldron has gradually undergone some subtle changes in terms of decoration style and internal layout.

For example...

The entire Leaky Cauldron is now covered with photos of Hannah taken in *The Quibbler*, whether it's eating, playing with unicorns, or even doing homework. The style of the pub has also swept away the previous dirty and cramped atmosphere, and has been renovated into a state of neatness and comfort similar to the guest room area on the second floor.

The pub's bar area, lounge area, multi-person round tables...

Wherever customers might gather and stay in the Leaky Cauldron, Old Tom would enthusiastically put a copy or two of *The Quibbler* and *A Bite of Hogwarts* issues featuring photos and articles of his niece.

Even more embarrassing for Hannah, since last Christmas, her role in the Leaky Cauldron has changed from a simple, transparent, temporary server to a kind of celebrity little maid.

Whenever there is free time, her family will tirelessly point to the photos on the pub's walls and introduce to the customers, that this is the most adorable little angel of the old Abbott family, blah blah blah, and every time at meal times, they will also ask Hannah to stand in the middle of the pub and recite her "A Bite of Hogwarts-style" articles with great emotion to boost the pub's sales...

Fortunately, these days are finally coming to an end. "Uncle Tom, today Elina, Luna, and Professor Dumbledore are coming. Please, take down all those photos on the wall temporarily, it's really too embarrassing, after I leave, you can decorate however you want..."

Hannah Abbott bit her lip, tugging on Old Tom's sleeve in the back of the pub, pleading softly.

Tom, who was directing his wand to clean the glasses, grinned and patted Hannah's head proudly.

"My little Hannah will be a big star in the future, you have to adapt to this kind of occasion in advance. Besides, if I remember correctly, weren't these photos taken with your friends? What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"B-but..."

Hannah looked at the entrance through the bar counter somewhat nervously, trying hard to think of a reason.

Coming up with reasons is not something Hannah is particularly good at.

If it wasn't her uncle she was facing, but any clumsy stranger, she wouldn't have to bother so much. She would just follow the coping method taught by Elina, one heavy reinforcement plus one serious straight punch - if the other party is non-human, then she can consider triple reinforcement to the max, and strive to solve the problem with one blow.

In the past month, there have been almost no cases of drunkards causing trouble in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Okay, don't be nervous, this is your home! Uncle will cheer you on!"

Tom Abbott glanced at the stammering little Hannah, grinned, and raised his right hand to snap his fingers lightly.

Pop!

Accompanied by the pub owner's action, a loud crackling sound exploded in the air above the pub.

"Alright folks, stop for a moment, listen to me!"

The customers who were chatting and drinking subconsciously stopped talking and looked with some confusion at Tom, the pub owner who was standing behind the bar with almost all his hair gone, looking like a shriveled walnut, wondering what was happening.

"Our Abbott family's little angel, Hannah Abbott, a first-year student at Hogwarts, oh, now she's about to be a second-year student, has been invited by Professor Dumbledore to go to the England national team for a month-long summer training camp —"

As he spoke, Tom Abbott's face bloomed like a flower, pushing Hannah in front of him. The entire Leaky Cauldron was suddenly silent.

"Ahem, therefore..."

The pub owner puffed out his chest and said loudly, "To celebrate such a happy event, I announce that I'm treating everyone here today to a free drink each! For Quidditch, for Hogwarts, for magic!"

"Mate, are you crazy? That's the England national team."

Dedalus Diggle was stunned for a moment, then laughed and shook his head, clapping his hands.

"Although I admit that little Hannah is indeed excellent, but your joke is a bit too big, of course, since you said so, I won't save you that free drink - six Girding Potions, a glass of sherry!"

"This is not a joke, Diggle! Hannah is much more powerful than you think. Drink your drink!"

Old Tom raised his chin slightly and shook his finger proudly.

The next moment, a mixed "Girding Sherry" floated to Diggle's hand.

"Okay, you're paying, you call the shots..."

Dedalus Diggle shrugged and raised his glass.

"Anyway, thank you to England's Quidditch star of tomorrow - Hannah Abbott! For magic!"

"Thank you to the Leaky Cauldron's strong little angel!"

"Thank you Miss Abbott! Oh, Tom, what do you think of my nephew..."

"Get out of here! Don't get any ideas about my Hannah! She's only twelve years old!"

"Hey, I was just mentioning it..."

Hannah looked at the suddenly excited pub with a headache, not knowing what to say for a moment.

As a child who grew up here, she knew very well what kind of result it would cause after her uncle said that the entire bar was free... these adults who have no brains as long as they get alcohol...

Sure enough, the chairs in the entire pub started clanging.

The wizards sitting in the Leaky Cauldron cheered happily while raising their glasses, praising Hannah in various ways, trying to coax a few more free drinks from Old Tom.

In such a heated atmosphere, many wizards who were cheering came up with pens and paper and came to Hannah, wanting her to help them sign their names or write a few words of blessing, so they could collect them and wait for her to become some kind of savior star of the English national team.

Even more outrageous, some people had already begun to suggest that Old Tom should open a separate prize display cabinet in the Leaky Cauldron to display Hannah's future honorary certificates, medals, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy - seeing the slightly moved expression on her uncle's face, Hannah began to worry about whether these things would all be there when she came back next semester.

Just then, the door of the pub was suddenly pushed open.

Three figures, one large and two small, appeared in the pub. As soon as they entered, the high-pitched chatter suddenly stopped, and everyone turned to look at the old wizard who appeared at the entrance, smiling and greeting him somewhat restrainedly.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, the most widely recognized wizard in the magical world today.

According to common sense, this old wizard rarely appears in Diagon Alley, let alone in this narrow and noisy Leaky Cauldron - which is why most wizards didn't believe Old Tom's words before.

But...

"Professor Dumbledore, you are..."

A middle-aged wizard asked carefully in a low voice.

"Oh, it seems like I've come at a bad time, don't worry, I'll be leaving soon."

Dumbledore looked around the instantly silent pub, blinked his eyes somewhat helplessly, and smiled slightly as he looked at Hannah Abbott, who was surrounded by the crowd in the center, looking somewhat restrained and embarrassed.

"Miss Abbott, I think we should get going. Although today is not a training day, it will still take quite some time to go to the England Quidditch national team early to register and understand the training arrangements and living environment. By the way, your luggage should be packed as well, right?"

"Packed! It was all packed last night!"

Seeing Dumbledore, Elina, and Luna's figures, Hannah breathed a sigh of relief.

As she spoke, she quickly scrambled out of the crowd and ran to the back of the Leaky Cauldron's bar to push out the suitcase that her uncle and mother had prepared for her in advance. On top of the suitcase, there was also a well-maintained flying broomstick, with a shiny silver star branded on the top of the broom, looking particularly conspicuous.

"Wait, that, that's the one... so, it's all true?"

Dedalus Diggle swallowed hard, his eyes moving between Dumbledore, Hannah, and Old Tom.

This was the first time the pub's customers had seen the legendary flying broomstick in so many days.

Legend has it that only after completing a reasonable takedown record on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch can a silver star be branded on the broom handle. Old Tom has been bragging about this from time to time these days.

Originally, everyone didn't believe this story at all.

After all, bragging, drinking, and telling jokes are the norm in the Leaky Cauldron, but with the sudden appearance of Albus Dumbledore, this matter began to fall from ethereal bragging to reality.

However, before the wizards in the pub could recover, Hannah's figure had already disappeared through the back door of the Leaky Cauldron with Dumbledore, along with the two girls who had followed Dumbledore into the pub.

"The Quidditch tryouts are real. But the takedown thing... should be, fake..."

Looking at the one large and three small figures disappearing into the passageway leading to Diagon Alley, a middle-aged wizard smiled and shook his head.

"Didn't you guys notice just now? The silver-haired little girl was carrying a flying broomstick on her back that was covered with silver stars. If you have to brand a star for taking down a person, could it be that the little girl behind Dumbledore took down the entire Hogwarts Quidditch team once when she went to school last year?"

"Ha, how is that possible? Do you think the Dark Lord was flying around on a broomstick playing Quidditch?"

Another middle-aged wizard took a big gulp of beer and burped in response.

"Tom, give me another pint of Firewhisky. According to your previous promise, this order is free! To the Abbott family's Quidditch star of tomorrow Hannah, I hope she can bring good luck to the Scottish team and bring back the World Cup!"

"Come on, come on, drink, drink!"

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