The studious Harry couldn't help but ask, "Hagrid, you're so tall, why does it seem like no one can see you?"
Hagrid gently stroked Harry's hair with his large, rough hand. "That's a Confundus Charm, Harry. You can learn it in your fifth year, but it's too difficult for you now."
Harry nodded thoughtfully.
He quickly thought of the many wonderful uses for such a spell and planned to learn it as soon as possible.
As for Hagrid's claim that it was difficult, Harry completely dismissed it. He was the future Sorcerer Supreme; there was no magic in this world that could stump him!
The two soon arrived at Charing Cross Road in Westminster, London. On the side of the street was a grimy shop sign with the words 'The Leaky Cauldron' written on it.
The sign was so dirty that grease had partially obscured the letters.
This made Harry frown, feeling a little uncomfortable.
This pub was too unhygienic. Kamar-Taj was spotless. Don't wizards have cleaning spells?
Walking into The Leaky Cauldron, the messy environment made Harry even more uncomfortable. He looked around curiously. The pub seemed to be stuck in the Middle Ages, with no modern items whatsoever.
This discovery made Harry's expression change slightly. He suddenly realized that the wizarding world might be very different from what he had imagined.
What's wrong with the wizards of this world? Why haven't they adopted modern items? The Sorcerer Supreme has always advocated for continuous progress and the adoption of mortal technological inventions.
Even Kamar-Taj was one of the first to use WiFi when it first appeared.
Do the wizards of this world believe that magic can solve all problems?
No!
Stagnation only leads to destruction. To protect the Earth, one must use all available power, and technology is naturally a part of that.
Speaking of which, the recently kidnapped Mr. Tony Stark was a well-known figure in the field of technology.
Hagrid seemed to be very popular. When the patrons of The Leaky Cauldron saw him, they all greeted him.
However, what happened next was beyond Harry's expectations. After Hagrid introduced him, the patrons of The Leaky Cauldron acted as if they had found a treasure. They surrounded him, looking at him curiously and greeting him one by one.
Harry remembered Hagrid telling him on the way that he had once saved the wizarding world and was the saviour in a prophecy.
Harry was not surprised by this. It was normal for an outstanding sorcerer like him to become a saviour. The Sorcerer Supreme had long told him that he was destined to become a great person.
But after seeing the attitude of the many wizards, Harry realized that the title of saviour meant something extraordinary to the wizards of this world.
He even saw an old witch of about sixty faint from excitement upon seeing him.
Just then, another wizard shook Harry's hand.
His appearance was a bit strange; he was wearing a turban on his head, like an Indian.
But there were many strange people among wizards, so Harry didn't pay it much mind at first.
But when Harry shook his hand, his pupils suddenly contracted violently. A chilling killing intent flashed in his young eyes.
The wizard in front of him was still introducing himself. "P-p-p-potter, very p-pleased to m-meet you. I'm Quirrell, the D-d-defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."
Harry didn't respond as friendly as he had before. Instead, he was contemplating whether to immediately draw the Sacred Sword of Vishanti and behead the wizard before him.
Even with only thirty percent of his magic available, combined with his magically enhanced body, he could easily behead this physically weak professor at this distance.
The reason he was considering this was because he could sense an evil soul behind Professor Quirrell's head.
The aura of this soul felt very familiar. The sorcerers who had betrayed Earth to join the Dimensional Lords also had the same evil souls.
They had committed endless slaughter, their souls long since tainted, the favorite currency of demons.
But soon, Harry suppressed the killing intent in his heart.
He had just arrived in the wizarding world and was unfamiliar with everything. Perhaps there was some hidden story behind this.
After all, no matter how chaotic the wizarding world was, it was unlikely that they would let a dark wizard be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Harry decided to investigate secretly. If he confirmed that Quirrell was evil, he would not hesitate to eliminate him.
So, Harry put on a bright smile, his attitude towards Quirrell seemingly no different from anyone else's. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Quirrell."
After Harry escaped from his fans, he and Hagrid went to a wall behind The Leaky Cauldron.
Hagrid looked down at Harry and explained, "Watch this, Harry. Three up... two across... Right, stand back now!"
The wall quickly moved aside, first a small gap, then it widened, becoming a path that even Hagrid could easily pass through.
The two walked forward, and a wide street appeared before them, bustling with people. The scene was very much in line with the descriptions of wizards in fantasy novels.
Hagrid winked at Harry. "What do you think, Harry? This is Diagon Alley. Like it? Welcome to the wizarding world!"
Hagrid had expected Harry to jump with excitement, but Harry showed no excitement at all, only some disappointment.
Hagrid was very surprised and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Harry? Are you not feeling well? Let me think, maybe you need a pick-me-up potion."
Harry shook his head, declining Hagrid's kind offer. He looked disappointedly at Diagon Alley, hailed as the center of the British wizarding world. "Hagrid, I don't understand..."
Hagrid looked into Harry's beautiful green eyes, motioning for him to continue.
"Why is the wizarding world so backward? Muggle technology is already so advanced, why hasn't the wizarding world adopted any of it? And why is Diagon Alley so crowded and rundown? Hasn't it been developed and constructed at all?"
Hagrid clearly hadn't expected Harry to ask such a question. The big oaf couldn't come up with a proper answer and could only scratch his head. "It's always been like this. I suppose that's a question you'll have to find the answer to yourself. Come on, Harry, first we need to go to Gringotts to get the inheritance your parents left you. Then we can buy your other things."
Harry shook his head and followed.
At this point, he no longer had high expectations for the wizarding world of this world.
For whatever reason, a force that didn't know how to reform and progress would be eliminated. Even the Asgard of mythology was like this, let alone the wizards of this world.
Harry secretly made a resolution. After investigating the rules of the wizarding world, if he had the ability, he would definitely change it.