As one of the busiest places in the British wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic has arranged the strictest security protection here. In the Leaky Cauldron at the entrance, there are at least three Aurors checking the wizards coming and going.

Anyone who wants to pass through the backyard must also undergo a test with the invisibility potion to ensure that the other person is not a Death Eater disguised as a person using Polyjuice Potion.

Although some people have complaints about this behavior, most are happy with it because the stricter the inspection, the safer they are here.

Some wizards even booked long-term rooms in the Leaky Cauldron and lived there with their entire family.

The guest rooms were always full, and old Tom's business had never been so good. He was so happy that he always had a grin on his face, and told everyone he met that the Ministry of Magic finally had a responsible assistant minister.

Yes, it was also Kyle's idea to closely guard the entrance to Diagon Alley, and it was written in that booklet.

When the Weasleys arrived here, Qiu and Hermione had already arrived.

"I just need a room..."

Hermione was talking to the bar owner, "Size doesn't matter, and I can pay in advance."

"I'm sorry, Miss Wizard." Old Tom said without even looking up, "I've made it very clear that there is no room available right now. If you can wait, there may be a vacant room in September."

"But I'm going to Hogwarts in September, so there's no way I can book a room!" said Hermione.

"That's all I can do." Tom looked up. "Maybe you can ask if anyone is willing to give you a room."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Fred walked over and asked.

"Hermione wanted to rent a guest room here," Cho explained, "but it seems we are late."

"You want to live here?" George asked in surprise.

"It's just a thought." Hermione sighed, "I think you must have also read the booklet on how to protect yourself."

"Ah, yes."

"That's why," said Hermione. "My parents are both Muggles, and there are Dementors everywhere now. It's too dangerous. Just two days ago, someone was attacked where my dad worked.

"Although the TV report said that he was suddenly frightened and became crazy, I know very well that it was the Dementors who did it."

"So you want to find them a safer place?" Fred asked.

"Right," Hermione sighed. "I finally managed to convince my dad to close his dentistry, but I didn't expect the Leaky Cauldron to be full."

"Hmm..." George thought for a moment.

If Hermione lives there, it would be simple, either number 12 Grimmauld Place or the second floor of their shop.

But the Grangers were a bit out of place.

Just when they were worried, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind them.

"What are you doing here?"

"Long time no see, Qiu, Hermione..."

George looked back and saw that it was indeed Kyle and Cedric.

"Isn't it working hours now?" he asked, "Why aren't you in the department?"

"Who says you have to be in the office to work?" Kyle glanced at him and said, "We have something to do and need to go out. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's Hermione." Fred said, "He wants to rent a guest room here for his parents, but there are no vacancies... It's a good thing you're here, think about whether there is any other solution."

"It's mainly because of the Dementors." Hermione explained quickly: "The fog has been getting thicker in recent days. I'm worried that the Dementors will appear in the neighborhood where we live. But they definitely don't dare to come to Diagon Alley, right?"

"That's not necessarily true, but it's definitely a lot safer here." Kyle glanced at Tom and prepared to ask again, as they were old acquaintances.

The friendship created by moving the trash can wasn't particularly strong, but it was definitely better than Hermione's.

But before he could say anything, Old Tom said directly: "There is another guest room on the third floor, a double deluxe room, only one Galleon and ten Sickles per night."

"Wait..." Hermione ran over quickly, "Didn't you just say there were no rooms?"

"Indeed, there is no more." Old Tom grinned and said, "I left it there on purpose, just in case. But since you and little Kyle are friends, I can give it to you.

"How about it, do you need it?"

Hermione frowned.

One Galleon and ten Sickles... To be honest, this price was a bit too high for her. All her money combined would not be enough to support her for a month, and she had to set aside some money to buy textbooks and potion materials.

There are quite a few textbooks that need to be replaced in the sixth grade.

But the next second, Hermione gritted her teeth and said, "I want it..."

Then she looked at Kyle again and said sheepishly, "Can you lend me some money?"

"Of course no problem, borrow as much as you want." Kyle said casually.

Hermione did a quick calculation, "Fifty Galleons."

"Okay." Kyle nodded and took out fifty Galleons and handed them to Hermione.

"Thank you," said Hermione. "I'll return it to you as soon as possible."

"Don't worry about this." Kyle waved his hand, then he looked around and lowered his voice and said, "But there is one thing I must say. The Ministry of Magic will do its best to clean up the Dementors next, so I suggest you don't rent it for too long at a time."

"Really?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

If the Dementor problem could be solved, she wouldn't need to have her parents living here.

"I have no reason to lie to you." Kyle shrugged. "But it certainly won't be that fast. I suggest you rent it for a month first, and then decide whether to continue after seeing the situation."

"Okay." Hermione said without hesitation, then she went to the bar and checked in with Tom.

"Come with me." Tom pushed open a door next to the bar and led Hermione up the stairs at the back.

In the far corner, two people looked at each other, seemingly hesitating whether to follow.

They were Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and they came with Hermione.

Although this was not their first time in Diagon Alley, they had always been accompanied by Hermione. Now that Hermione had left, they inevitably felt a little restrained in this environment full of wizards.

They had heard from Hermione before that some wizards looked down on people like them who couldn't do magic.

After hesitating for a while, the two finally decided to follow Hermione up.

Mr. Granger was about to pick up the heavy-looking box on the ground. As soon as he bent down, he found that the box was floating up by itself.

magic!

Mr. Granger quickly guessed the reason. He thought it was Hermione who came back, but when he looked up, he saw a boy standing in front of him... He seemed to be his daughter's classmate.

Mr. Granger remembered that his name seemed to be Kyle. He had seen him in Diagon Alley before. Although not as many times as the two named Harry and Ron, it was still not less.

Moreover, the other party seemed to be the best student in Hogwarts. During the holidays in the past few years, Hermione mentioned him several times at home and said that she would definitely be able to surpass him in grades.

But she seems to have not said such things in the past two years.

And Mr. Granger could also see that it was because of Kyle that the bar owner changed his attitude and gave them a room.

Although he is not a wizard, in some things, there is actually no difference between wizards and Muggles.

"Thank you, kid. You must be Kyle..." Mr. Granger took the initiative to greet him. "Hermione's classmate?"

"I guess so." Kyle nodded, "But I'm a year older than her. I'll take you upstairs. The stairs here are biting, and it will be troublesome if you are not familiar with them."

Stairs... bite people? Mr. Granger thought he had heard wrongly. He really couldn't imagine how stairs could bite people, but when he thought about the fact that this was a wizard bar, everything seemed to make sense.

"You're welcome." Kyle walked in front with the luggage, and the Grangers followed carefully.

The Leaky Cauldron used those old wooden stairs. Like the floor, they were covered with dust and were gray. It was impossible to tell what their original color was. They even creaked when you stepped on them.

By the time they reached the second floor, Mr. Granger finally understood what "stairs bite" meant.

He saw with his own eyes that a crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the stairs in front of him, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge mouth full of fangs, roaring at them continuously.

But Kyle had no intention of stopping and stepped on the mouth again.

"That's it..." Kyle took two more steps forward and turned back to say, "Just treat it as a wizard's dog. The solution is very simple. Don't take a detour, just step on it and it will be fine."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger stopped where they were, staring at the big mouth that had reappeared, and were hesitant to move forward.

Although Kyle said so, they were still a little scared when they saw that mouth full of fangs. If they were bitten, it would be more than just a few broken skin.

If they had known that the wizard bar was so dangerous, they might as well have stayed at home. That soul monster might not be able to find them.

But now that I'm here and the room has been booked, I can't go back.

Mr. Granger took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, raised his leg, gritted his teeth and stepped on it.

It wasn't as painful as I had imagined. It felt like stepping on a soft cushion and I walked over it very easily.

Later, with his encouragement, Mrs. Granger overcame her fear and walked over.

"Magic is amazing," Mrs. Granger couldn't help but say, "but it's a little too dangerous. That ghost monster made Hermione uneasy for several days. We even thought about letting her drop out of school."

"Hermione would never agree to that," said Mr. Granger.

"Soul monster?" Kyle thought for a moment, "It must be a Dementor..."

"Ah, yes, that's the name." Mr. Granger said, "Hermione said that the black fog in the sky was caused by them, and the day before yesterday, a man fainted inexplicably where I work, and Hermione also said it was caused by this monster.

"There were a lot of police officers at the time, and even the road was blocked. Because of this, many patients who were planning to see a dentist cancelled their appointments."

As they were talking, they walked upstairs. When they reached the third floor, they happened to meet Hermione running over.

"Dad, why are you here?" She looked at Mr. Granger in surprise. "The room is ready. I was just about to pick you up."

"Ah, no thanks," said Mr. Granger. "Kel brought us here."

He looked around and couldn't help saying, "Is this where wizards live? I have to say, it's really an eye-opener."

During this short journey, Mr. Granger saw stairs that could bite people, portraits that could chat with people, and decorative armor that could lubricate itself.

All this overturned his inherent cognition of the past few decades, and for the first time he felt that living here for a while was not a bad thing.

"Thank you, Kyle." Hermione said quickly, "I was going to pick them up after everything was ready."

"It's just a small favor. You're welcome." Kyle waved his hand and said, "How do you feel about the room?"

"It's great," said Hermione. "It's similar to a dorm. It's not super big, but they'll be fine here."

"That's good." Kyle said, "By the way, I just need to ask you something."

"What?"

"I just heard from Mr. Granger that Dementors have appeared near your home?"

"That should be it," said Hermione. "It's not far from where my dad works, and someone was attacked by Dementors. To be honest, if it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have thought of bringing them to the Leaky Cauldron."

"What's the exact location?" Kyle asked.

"Hertfordshire..." After Hermione said a string of addresses, she took the Grangers to see the room.

The room was much more normal, and Mr. Granger looked curiously at a faded cabinet at the door.

"I dare say it is at least two hundred years old."

"Perhaps older," said Hermione. "The Leaky Cauldron was founded in the sixteenth century, and wizards rarely change their furniture."

"Then it must be very expensive here," Mr. Granger frowned, "Do you have enough wizard coins? Do they accept pounds?"

"Of course not, but I have more than enough money." Hermione took out a bag and shook it, and there was a jingling sound from inside. "Look, I still have so much left."

Mr. Granger was relieved, and then he noticed a pile of newspapers on the table... The people on them were moving, just like they were watching TV.

"Oh, that's the Daily Prophet," Hermione explained, "a wizard's newspaper. The photos on it use developing potions, so they move."

"You never told us before that wizards have newspapers." Mr. Granger said with a complaining tone.

Hermione said nothing.

I didn't tell my parents about the Daily Prophet because I didn't want them to worry.

But now living in Diagon Alley, these are certainly unavoidable.

Mr. Granger picked up a newspaper and looked at its contents curiously, then he suddenly froze.

"Hermione, is this man Kyle's father? He has the same name as him."

"What?" Hermione leaned over to look. "No, this is Kyle."

"That's not right." Mr. Granger looked at the contents of the newspaper in confusion. "It says here that he is the Senior Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Magic...Shouldn't Kyle be a student?"

"Oh, he was hired as an exception. He is the youngest assistant to the minister." Hermione explained the matter briefly.

After hearing this, Mr. Granger didn't know what to say.

According to his understanding, the Minister of Magic should be equivalent to the Prime Minister of Wizards...

A seventeen-year-old assistant to the Prime Minister?

Although Mr. Granger had seen a lot of things in the world, he was still shocked by this discovery and was speechless.

No wonder the bar owner's attitude changed so much.

Then, he, who knew very little about the magical world, began to read the newspaper carefully, as if he had discovered a new world.

Hermione accompanied Mrs. Granger to pack her luggage and looked up at the time.

"Mom, I have something to do later, so I have to go."

"If you need anything, go ahead," said Mrs. Granger.

Hermione walked to the door, then turned back and instructed again: "You can go to the bar downstairs to eat, or have them bring it up.

"If you get bored, you can go to Diagon Alley down below."

"Is it okay?" Mr. Granger looked up. "We don't know magic."

"It doesn't matter..." Hermione said, "Many parents of students come here. It's not uncommon. You can just follow a wizard and get in."

"Oh, and this..." Hermione took out a few more Galleons and placed them on the table, "If there's anything you like, you can buy some too."

"No, you keep it. If necessary, we can go to the wizard bank to exchange it." Mr. Granger patted his pocket.

He brought a lot of pounds with him this time.

"You guys use it first, I'll change it when I have time." Hermione looked at the time again and ran out of the room quickly.

(End of this chapter)