Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Chapter 142 Puni! We've finally found you!

The moment to witness magic firsthand came unexpectedly.

Vernon remained adamant in his resistance, loudly proclaiming that he would never pay a stranger to teach Harry so-called magic tricks.

These words angered the giant, who raised his hand and gently tapped Dali. A purple magical light flashed, and a pig's tail grew out of nowhere from Dali's buttocks.

Harry's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes wide with shock.

This was the first time he had witnessed real magic firsthand and truly felt a power beyond reason.

Is this magic?!

July 31st is the final deadline for new student registration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The school has a clear rule that if a new student who receives an admission notice fails to reply to the confirmation email via owl on the same day, it will be automatically considered as having given up their admission qualification.

In previous years, freshmen who voluntarily gave up their enrollment would not be persuaded to stay by the university. However, since Professor McGonagall took over as vice president, the freshman admission process has become exceptionally rigorous.

She would follow up and confirm the details of every child who was suspected of missing the opportunity to enroll, demonstrating a level of rigor far exceeding that of previous school administrators.

If a Muggle family mistakenly believes the letter is a prank and deliberately doesn't respond, McGonagall will personally visit them under the supervision of Ministry of Magic staff, demonstrate real magic on the spot, dispel their doubts, and confirm the authenticity of the admission notice.

Even if there are a very few families who adhere to materialistic thinking and refuse to believe in the existence of magic, the school will not pursue the matter too much. In the end, the Ministry of Magic will cast a memory charm to erase the relevant memories and cover up all traces.

In fact, very few families resolutely refuse.

Almost all young wizards have experienced unconscious magical outbursts during emotional fluctuations, leaving behind inexplicable anomalies to varying degrees. Their families are mostly aware of their children's special circumstances and rarely oppose the magical world.

The Dursleys are a typical example of deliberately avoiding [something].

Uncle Vernon was convinced that if they could just get through this final deadline, they could cut off Harry's path to magical school. To that end, he took his whole family to hide in a deserted rocky cabin at sea, hoping to avoid any magical connections that might come knocking.

But to his utter surprise, the school sent Hagrid personally to make the arrangements.

Hagrid's forceful attitude and unreserved rebuke shattered the Dursleys' psychological defenses, forcing them to reveal their true feelings and fears about concealing Harry's true parentage for so many years, thus exposing the family's hypocrisy.

The next day, as dawn broke and the morning light spread across the sea, Harry followed Hagrid away from the isolated rocky hut in a dilapidated boat.

He glanced back at the dilapidated cottage standing alone at sea, wondering to himself when the Dursleys, who had run out of supplies and had only a few snacks left, would receive any help from the outside world.

Following Hagrid on his journey back, Harry traveled all the way back to London and finally entered the Leaky Cauldron, a pub hidden in the heart of the city.

The moment he stepped into the store, a strange feeling of déjà vu washed over him, highly overlapping with scenes from his past dreams.

Everyone in the bar seemed to know his identity, and their eyes were all on him.

Harry vaguely recognized some of the faces; they were the strangers who had greeted him on the street when he was young.

At this moment, he finally began to wonder: these people were all wizards, so why did they all recognize him, someone who had never stepped into the magical world?

It was only through Hagrid's introduction that Harry learned that the man at the bar, wearing a turban and dressed in a very exotic style, was Quirrell, a professor at Hogwarts.

The other party has just passed Dumbledore's rigorous examination and officially obtained the qualification to teach. They no longer need to take over the teaching duties, but will take over the teaching of courses in the new semester.

Quirrell looked at Harry with the same respect as the other wizards in the shop, but with an added touch of extreme appreciation, as if he were examining something extremely rare and precious.

Harry politely raised his hand, wanting to shake hands with Quirrell, but Quirrell hesitated, appearing cautious as if afraid of accidentally hurting him.

This unusual behavior puzzled Harry greatly. He hadn't been able to remember the long string of words Quirrell had whispered earlier, and everything before him seemed both novel and perplexing.

He quickly gathered his thoughts and remembered that the core purpose of this trip was to purchase all the necessary supplies for the new semester.

Led by Hagrid, Harry walked through the pub lobby to the backyard.

Hagrid raised his hand and took out his umbrella. He lightly touched a specific brick on the wall with the tip of the umbrella, and the stone blocks on the wall moved and split open automatically, revealing a bustling magical street in front of him—Diagon Alley.

Harry was about to exclaim in surprise, but before he could finish speaking, a huge fireball suddenly rose up in front of him.

The dazzling flames instantly captured the attention of both of them.

Before Harry could recover from his astonishment, and before Hagrid could react, a blinding white light flashed by, and the huge fireball exploded instantly, turning into a shower of colorful fireworks and sparkling threads that fell on the two of them, instantly creating a dramatic atmosphere.

A light and unique wind melody suddenly rang out, and several young men and women dressed in colorful costumes surrounded them.

Because Hagrid was exceptionally tall and burly, the crowd seemed a little cramped as they moved around him, but they remained incredibly enthusiastic.

A boy with colorful face paint and a playful, lively appearance stepped forward and greeted the two: "Welcome, you two! You are the tenth group of tourists to enter Diagon Alley today! I am a shop assistant at Golden Dragon Magic Toy Shop."

He enthusiastically introduced the store's exclusive promotion: "Our store is having a limited-time offer today! These two lucky visitors can enjoy a 20% discount on any item they purchase by showing this exclusive folding fan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shoved a delicate fan into Harry's hand.

Harry was still completely bewildered and hadn't quite caught up with the continuous stream of surprises.

Harry thought to himself that the promotional and customer acquisition strategies of shops were remarkably similar in every world.

He looked down at the folding fan in his hand, on which was painted a cute, round and full pattern.

This is not an ordinary printed pattern; the design floats slowly on the fan surface, lively and vivid, with an exceptionally exquisite and pleasing appearance.

Harry, filled with curiosity, raised his hand and turned the folding fan in his hand, and a brand new image on the fan surface instantly came into view.

It was a moving image, capturing the moment when he and Hagrid were caught off guard by the fireball and both gasped in astonishment.

The two people in the video are vividly portrayed, capturing their sudden shock and astonishment. The subtle changes in their expressions are incredibly lifelike.

Harry leaned closer to examine it closely and could feel the brand-new texture of the photograph, which had obviously been taken just moments before.

He looked up at the group of colorful shop assistants and happened to see one of them holding a magic instant camera. Only then did he realize how fast the other person could take pictures, completing the snapshot silently.

Hagrid was rather slow to react, only now digesting the store clerk's introduction to the event and belatedly realizing the unexpected perk.

He immediately burst into hearty laughter, his eyes sparkling with joy.

"Harry, we're so lucky today!"

Harry relaxed, holding the folding fan in his hand, and asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Hagrid, could you tell me the exact location of the Golden Dragon Magic Toy Shop? What magical items does it mainly sell?"

"The shop is right on the main street of Diagon Alley, it's easy to find. If we have enough time after we finish shopping, I'll take you there to have a look."

With a hint of pride and a familiar and friendly tone, Hagrid said, "The shop owner is Puni, a very good friend of mine! If he were here today, I would have introduced you to him."

Upon hearing these words, the shop assistants who had not yet dispersed immediately became serious.

Harry nodded in surprise, his mind involuntarily conjuring up the image of the shop owner named Penny.

Based on the physical characteristics of the people around him, he deduced that most of Dali's playmates were of similar build to him, so the person who could befriend the tall and burly Hagrid must also be exceptionally strong and tall.

He couldn't help but imagine a robust young man whose figure he had to look up to see clearly, and even wondered to himself whether the young man or Hagrid would be taller and more imposing.

In Harry's mind, Hagrid was the tallest and strongest person he had ever seen. He had always thought his uncle was very burly, but in front of Hagrid, he suddenly seemed ordinary.

Hagrid, with Harry full of curiosity, turned and left to continue his journey to Diagon Alley to purchase supplies needed for school.

The shop assistants who remained at the brick entrance finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

The boy with painted face, who had just handed out the folding fan, turned to look at his companion with a hint of trepidation.

"My script and flow just now, were there any mistakes?"

A female shop assistant immediately smiled and reassured them, "Don't worry, everything is perfect, done exceptionally well!"

Another new employee, who had recently graduated and joined the company, spoke softly with a look of emotion: "I never knew that Hagrid and our boss were such good friends. During my years in school, I almost never had the chance to talk to Hagrid. I remember that our boss was only a sophomore in school. It's really rare that he and Hagrid could become friends at such a young age."

"They must be compatible and get along exceptionally well."

While tidying up the magical items in her hands and preparing for another round of fireball effects, the female shop assistant casually replied.

The other employees nodded in agreement, completely agreeing with the sentiment.

During the entire summer vacation, Puni only had three truly relaxing days at the beginning.

For the rest of his days, he was constantly occupied with various tasks, with almost no free time.

Occasionally, when he calms down, he will feel a pang of regret and wonder why he arranged his schedule so tightly and exhaustingly.

But as soon as I think of the endless stream of Galleons coming in, the weariness in my heart instantly disappears, and I feel that all the hard work I've put in is extremely worthwhile.

Moreover, his physique far surpasses that of ordinary people. Bathed in holy light, even after days of running around and being busy, his body did not feel the slightest bit tired.

The store's new promotional campaign has officially launched.

Summer vacation is the peak shopping season in the magical world. Underage wizards from all over the world will flock to magical shopping districts like Diagon Alley to buy essential supplies for the new school term. This is the best time to reach potential new customers and cover the widest range of wizards who are not yet familiar with the new ways of doing things in the shops.

With the launch of the new version content, all the timing was perfect, and the entire promotional plan was naturally implemented.

On the third floor of the Golden Dragon Magic Shop, there is an outdoor viewing platform. Puni is currently leaning against the railing, looking down at the shop lobby below.

The customer flow was still sparse in the early morning and the overall atmosphere was not very lively, but he knew that the bustling scene in the store would soon arrive.

10:00 AM is the fixed time for the store to announce new cards, and it is also the peak time for daily customer traffic.

After several days of preparation, many young wizards who are passionate about card games have developed a fixed habit: arriving at the shop on time every day with Floo Powder, waiting for the new card's attributes and effects to be revealed, and then carefully recording them in their own notebooks.

Players who consistently keep track of their progress day after day are mostly loyal fans who genuinely love this gameplay, and are also participants preparing for the Golden Dragon Battle tournament starting the next day.

The tournament has a very low entry threshold, requiring only a registration fee of three silver coins, but offers the chance to draw top-tier legendary cards worth hundreds of gold galleons, with extremely high potential returns. Any wizard with even a little confidence in their own abilities will not miss this tournament.

Puni often pondered to himself that the card game system he had created had made a significant contribution to the entire wizarding world.

Many wizards in the magical world have rigid thinking and lack logical reasoning ability, but the battle mechanism of the Golden Dragon War can train people's strategic thinking and on-the-spot judgment.

If someone participates for a long time but still acts without any method or only blindly, it only shows that they are unwilling to study diligently and cannot be considered a true magic enthusiast. They have also wasted their talent and opportunities as a wizard.

While quietly waiting for the 10 o'clock announcement time, a tall, highly recognizable figure walked into the store lobby, instantly attracting Puni's attention.

The shop had long been enchanted with a seamless stretching and expanding spell. To maintain this long-lasting magical effect, Puni had to pay a considerable fee to the Ministry of Magic every year. As a result, the shop was exceptionally spacious.

Even so, the man's tall and imposing figure was still particularly eye-catching.

Puni smiled and took the initiative to greet him.

He was on the third-floor stands, and without using any amplification equipment or casting any sound transmission spells, his voice reached Hagrid's ears perfectly, without any deviation.

"Hagrid, it's been a long time. What brings you here today, leaving Hogwarts to make a special trip?"

Hagrid, who was downstairs, looked up at the sound and looked toward the third-floor stands.

Even though he was much taller than ordinary people, he could only look up at the three-story building.

Seeing the other party's slightly clumsy appearance, Puni secretly felt a sense of amusement.

"Puni! I've finally found you!"