Sirius didn't understand.

When it comes to driving, isn't it okay as long as you don't hit anyone?

Why do there exist such things as "rules"? Gryffindors hate these things the most!

"It is a law made to ensure smooth and safe travel." Hermione explained to him, "It is the same principle as the control of the Floo Network."

Sirius grumbled in disapproval.

"Sirius, if you also want to buy a car, a driver's license is a very necessary thing." Arthur freed one hand, took out his wand, and waved it lightly. A small card flew out from a drawer of the car and fell into the hands of the co-pilot.

A plastic card with Arthur's picture, his name, date of birth, and what looked to be a fake home address.

"What is this?" Sirius fiddled with it, but couldn't produce any magical effect.

"This is a Muggle thing." Arthur introduced, "You must get it if you want to drive."

"How much?" Sirius asked Arthur, turned his head and looked at Hermione, then said to her, "Hermione, talk to your parents and see if they are willing to exchange some Galleons for Muggle currency."

Hermione tilted her head. "Buying a car and learning to drive is not cheap. You will lose out if you exchange it for Galleons. How much do you want? I can lend it to you first."

She dug out her seldom-used wallet and pulled out a wad of banknotes.

There are common five-pound and ten-pound notes to large-denomination twenty-pound and fifty-pound notes. This stack of notes contains at least seven or eight thousand pounds.

Arthur looked back, his eyes wide open, and he stepped on the accelerator, almost rear-ending the car in front.

"It's okay, don't you need Galleons too?" Sirius waved his hand generously.

Hermione deadpanned, "But pounds are of no use to you. Apart from buying a car and getting a driver's license, you can't live in the world of ordinary people."

Sirius hesitated.

Ron looked at the pile of papers eagerly: "How many Galleons can these be exchanged for?"

"About fifteen hundred?" Hermione did some mental calculation and answered quickly. She didn't give a specific number, not because she was bad at math, but because she didn't know how many pounds she had.

"How much?" Ron shouted at the top of his voice, as if he had been slapped by Crookshanks.

"Over fifteen hundred," Hermione repeated.

Ron looked over in disbelief. In his worldview, it was difficult to equate currency with paper: "These fancy papers are worth so many gold Galleons?"

"I'm glad to hear you use the word 'fancy'. It seems that Harry and I have had some effect on your grammar education?" Hermione nodded and commented.

Sirius was still hesitating.

To him, the British pound was really like waste paper.

Most of the time when he traded with Muggles before, he used his uncle's inheritance - or asked the Dursleys for help and gave them some jewelry and gold. He knew it was unwise to exchange Galleons for pounds.

Hermione stuffed the money in her hand: "We, I mean, I think, we should be considered a family?"

She blushed, considered, and added a lot of adverbs before saying this.

"It's just some money." Hermione took a deep breath, trying to slow down and not let her voice sound too trembling. "You don't care about it, and I don't care about it either."

Ron and Arthur looked at them eagerly.

So handsome.

When will I be able to say something like this - "It's just money, I don't care."

"That's a lot of money." Sirius felt that money was hot for the first time. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger should..."

"No, this is my pocket money." Hermione shook her head.

As the daughter of a dentist whose family earns more than 100,000 pounds a year and the apple of the eye of a high-income family in Great Britain, she is not short of money.

Hermione paused for a moment, "Some pocket money. I've been at Hogwarts all these years, but my parents still give me pocket money on time. In bits and pieces, there should be more than 10,000 pounds. As long as Sirius doesn't plan to buy a particularly nice car, it's no problem."

"More than 10,000 pounds." Ron murmured again and looked at his father. "Dad, what's the exchange rate at Gringotts?"

"Five pounds a Galleon, but Muggles can only exchange it for twenty Galleons..." Arthur answered him.

Ron couldn't hear what was said next. He counted on his fingers for a while before he came up with the answer. He stammered, "Two... two thousand?"

Hermione nodded.

"How can you be so rich!" Ron was shocked and squeezed his hands until they turned white.

Hermione said confidently: "My weekly pocket money is 100 pounds. Although I spend some when I go home during the summer vacation, I still save more than 10,000."

"I can't spend it later anyway, so I might as well give it to Sirius first."

Sirius was convinced.

The most important thing is these three words: "We are a family", which make him open, aboveboard and confident.

"I recommend Ford. The Yankees are not elegant at all, but they are really good at making these things." Arthur recommended and honked the horn excitedly.

"No, I think the car Jerry built is pretty good." Sirius shook his head.

Arthur was stunned: "But that's expensive."

Sirius puffed out his chest proudly, "Hermione is rich."

Arthur gripped the steering wheel tightly - what a damn, damn rich family!

They soon arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. In front of this bar that ordinary people could not see and avoided, there was an old Ford car that looked out of place. Arthur pushed a button, and magic took effect. The aura enveloped the entire car, and it instantly merged with the entire bar.

They walked into Diagon Alley.

Like every year, it’s lively and bustling.

Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was their first stop.

"Let me see." Ron held up the list of books. "How to Fight Dark Wizards? This is the book chosen for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"It sounds dangerous." Hermione frowned. "It feels like this year's professor will be a radical."

Sirius looked odd.

Harry looked over.

"I don't think there would be a more radical professor than Crouch." Ron complained.

At the beginning of the school year, the first lesson is about the Unforgivable Curses. Who can accept this?

"Isn't it Professor Moody?" Hermione sighed, "It feels like Professor Moody is someone who would ask us to buy books like "The Power of Light"."

Arthur lowered his voice and explained: "No."

"The Ministry of Magic has rehired Professor Moody as a training instructor in the Auror Office."

At this point, he paused and said, "Now the Ministry of Magic has added a new law, prohibiting any Ministry of Magic official from holding a position or having a source of income outside of the Ministry of Magic."

"It's about Ludo Bagman."

"But this is directed at Mr. Dumbledore. I have been interviewed several times."

Harry also lowered his voice: "But Mr. Dumbledore doesn't pay you a salary."

Arthur's face was stern. "Salary? How can you say something so vulgar?"

Harry stared at him expressionlessly.

"We can't live without a salary." Arthur shook his head. "But this is also good news. At least our allowance, you know, has increased. Now I can get nearly thirty dollars a week."

With this salary, I can at least afford to give my children new textbooks and new clothes in the new school year.

After they bought the books and replaced the various equipment needed for the potion, they returned to the Leaky Cauldron to wait.

With Rita around, the atmosphere never becomes dull.

She always managed to tell some incredible gossip, and the bar owner Tom would listen attentively while wiping his glasses.

It will be over until dinner time.

A white-haired man came out of Diagon Alley with a little girl, cursing.

The man was dressed in a golden robe and silk stockings, like a medieval nobleman, but his hair was unkempt, and it was a messy, fluffy mass of white hair stuck on his head, as if someone had pressed milk ice cream on his bald scalp.

What caught Harry's attention most was the necklace around his neck.

On a gold chain hung a strange badge - a circle wrapped in an equilateral triangle, with a median line dividing them in half.

"What is that?" Hermione also noticed.

"The Three Deathly Hallows." Harry nodded. "Why would he be wearing those?"

Ron poked his head out: "What, what?"

"The necklace around his neck," Hermione explained quietly.

Ron looked over, somewhat puzzled: "Are those the Three Deathly Hallows?"

"It's a totem representing the Three Deathly Hallows," said Harry. "The triangle is the Invisibility Cloak, the circle is the Resurrection Stone, and the vertical line is the Elder Wand."

"It seems that he also believes in the legend of the Three Hallows?" Ron looked at Harry and Hermione. These two friends of his were also believers in this legend.

Harry nodded but said nothing.

Most wizards only regard the legend of the three holy relics as a fairy tale, and no one believes they exist.

Could it be that this Mr. Lovegood is just like Dumbledore—just crazy on the outside, but actually very capable?

Arthur ushered them over.

"Let me introduce you. This is the owner and editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood." He introduced eagerly, his hand sliding over the man and then to the little girl next to him.

Silver eyes, dark blond shoulder-length hair, similar to Hermione before fourth year, all in a mess.

The skin was so pale that almost no blood could be seen.

She wore a pair of carrot-shaped earrings and a necklace made of butterbeer bottle caps, seemingly to emulate her father.

His expression was empty and dazed, as if he was wandering out of this world.

"This is Mr. Lovegood's daughter, Luna Lovegood. She is in the same grade as Ginny, but she is from Ravenclaw."

Arthur pulled his hand back and extended it to the people on his side, "This is Sirius Black, a good man who was wronged by the Ministry of Magic."

The father and daughter nodded perfunctorily, showing no interest in Sirius.

"This is Harry Potter." Arthur introduced the second person.

Lovegood was immediately excited and shook hands with Harry: "Ah, Mr. Potter, I have heard of you for a long time, and now we finally meet."

Harry didn't look at him, but at the girl behind him.

Luna didn't dare to look him in the eye, and she hugged her body and trembled.

"Are you afraid of me?" Harry asked her.