Chapter 2: Leaky Cauldron
The Leaky Cauldron, established in the early 16th century, is a favorite haunt of witches and wizards. It also serves as the entrance to Diagon Alley, the only magical street in the wizarding world.
As Diana led Kyle through the door, the previously bustling bar fell silent, as if someone had hit the pause button. The sudden quiet was as eerie as a late-night study session before a final exam.
The strange atmosphere lingered until Chris followed them inside. Even then, the room didn't return to its usual energy, with everyone seemingly keeping their voices intentionally low.
There was, however, one exception.
The bar owner, Tom, approached with a look of surprise. "Diana! Long time no see. Fancy a drink? It's on me."
"Maybe next time, Tom," Diana replied with a smile. She patted Kyle on the shoulder and pointed towards the Weasley family, who were approaching. "We need to head to Diagon Alley to buy a few things, so we're a bit pressed for time."
"Oh, of course," Tom said, realizing the situation. "Time flies, doesn't it? Kyle's already eleven, so you're here for his Hogwarts supplies?"
"Yes," Diana confirmed with a smile.
"You're cutting it close! Better get going, you know where to head." Tom stepped aside to let Kyle pass but then glanced down at him, adding with a playful sternness, "And Kyle, if you mess with that bin again, I'll be writing a letter of complaint to Hogwarts. By Merlin's beard! Do you know how frantic the new students get when they can't find their way into Diagon Alley? Don't make an old man with bad legs do unnecessary work!"
Kyle felt a little embarrassed being called out like this. Clearly, this wasn't his first time in Diagon Alley. But honestly, what kind of transmigrator would he be if he didn't mess with a few things now and then? Moving the trash cans was practically a rite of passage.
Still, with his parents around, he couldn't admit that, so he just grinned awkwardly. "Promise I won't do it again."