"Terminal station, London-Paddington Station, arrived. Please disembark in an orderly manner."
The swaying train finally came to a halt, and the conductor rang the bell, reminding passengers that they had arrived at their destination.

Aileen looked at "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in her hand, contentedly closed it gently, twisted her stiff neck, and looked out the window.

Night had completely enveloped London. London in the late twentieth century was not as brightly lit as later generations. Pedestrians in dark coats hurried back and forth under the dim streetlights.

"So, the next step is to go to Diagon Alley through the passage in the Leaky Cauldron... Hmm, right, how do I get to the Leaky Cauldron?"

Alone, sitting on a bench in the train station with two books in her arms, the smile on Aileen's face gradually disappeared.

Although her earliest memories started on the streets of London, she was actually taken back by the kind Benítez after only wandering for a few hours.

Therefore, Aileen was completely unfamiliar with this huge city, not to mention the exact location of the Leaky Cauldron, which 99% would not be marked on Muggle maps.

Aileen realized for the first time that without a guide, the magical world's concealment ability was too powerful.

The Unplottable Charm and the Muggle-Repelling Charm alone were enough to hide any magical passage in any city under low-intensity search.

"Looks like I can only try to ask the Ministry of Magic for help..."

The train station at night was definitely not a suitable place for a little girl to stay for long. The warm hall and comfortable benches would soon attract many wanderers in the city.

If the original description was correct, Aileen remembered that the visitor entrance of the British Ministry of Magic was a disused red telephone booth near the British Ministry of Defense that had been cast with the Muggle-Repelling Charm. Dial the number 62442 ("mAgiC") in the phone booth.

Following the operator's instructions, a pass would fall out of the coin return slot, and the phone booth would descend to the atrium on the eighth floor of the Ministry of Magic.

As a Veela hybrid, the Muggle-Repelling Charm would naturally not have any effect on Aileen. The only problem was that the novel did not describe the location of this disused red telephone booth in too much detail. She was not sure how large the so-called "nearby" area was.

"Anyway, let's go take a look first."

Aileen quickly made up her mind and was about to stand up and leave the train station.

After all, once inside the Ministry of Magic, Aileen could use the power of Galleons to reach Diagon Alley smoothly.

Coo-coo-coo ha~

At this moment, a strange owl cry came from mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, Aileen felt a fluffy little thing hit her arms heavily from mid-air, rubbing against her to please her.

"Spare Ration? Why are you here?"

Aileen grabbed the little owl in front of her with both hands and asked curiously. In her impression, it should be staying obediently in Benítez's orphanage at this time.

Coo~

The little owl stood on Aileen's knee, excitedly spread its wings and flapped them twice. Aileen then noticed that it was carrying a thick envelope on its feet.

[Be safe, keep in touch every day. If I don't receive a reply before dinner tomorrow, I will notify Mr. Burleigh, the house-elf who provides catering. --Benítez]

In addition, the envelope also contained an extra two thousand pounds, as well as a few blank sheets of paper and a small pencil.

"Report the itinerary every day, what a troublesome uncle. He doesn't understand anything." Aileen complained in a low voice, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, carefully folding the envelope and putting it in her arms.

The problem she was facing now could not be solved by pounds.

Wait, besides asking the Ministry of Magic for help, there seemed to be another way?

The silver-haired little loli's eyes fell on the Spare Ration on her lap. At this time, the little Elf Owl was excitedly flapping its wings for its first successful long-distance mailing. Speaking of which, how did it accurately find itself over such a long distance?

Aileen's eyes lit up, picked up the Spare Ration and kissed it happily, looking at the little owl in her palm with shining eyes.

"Spare Ration, I really love you to death!"

Coo? ⊙▽⊙!

In Aileen's view, owls in the magical world, in addition to being able to deliver letters and having more delicious meat, also have a large number of derivative uses that can be developed.

In fact, as an important link connecting the magical world and the real world, owls, who are postmen, can also be regarded as magical animals in a broad sense - although it does not have magic itself, it can perceive magic and enter some areas hidden by magic.

As long as it is not deliberately hidden or interfered with by wizards, owls can always accurately deliver letters to the recipients. Therefore, it is obvious that owls as postmen can identify, or more accurately, lock the coordinates of a specific natural person within a certain range.

And another practical question that can be triggered by this is that, in a sense, owls in the magical world can be used as something similar to pathfinder sprites or even searchers.

After all, you only need to write a letter, and then follow the owl, and it has a high probability of helping you find the target. Especially when the target is at a fixed coordinate, such as Hogwarts, or -- the Leaky Cauldron.

Holding the little Spare Ration, Aileen walked through street after street, passing bookstores, record stores, burger specialty stores, movie theaters, and finally stopped in front of a large bookstore and a record store on the other side. Between the two was a dirty, narrow bar that passers-by didn't even look at, as if they couldn't see it at all.

"Spare Ration, hard work. Cough cough, this letter doesn't need to be sent."

Looking at the little owl in her arms, holding a piece of paper and flapping its wings excitedly, wanting to fly into the bar, Aileen smiled slightly, and pulled the kind of paper out of its beak. It read: [London - Leaky Cauldron - Tom Abbott].

Aileen was able to remember the name of the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, thanks to so many Harry Potter fan fiction writers in her previous life, who repeatedly and tirelessly mentioned (actually copying books to fill words) the character Hannah Abbott, so that she specifically went to search for information about [Iron Hannah] to find out such an unpopular little news. (More details click here)

Otherwise, her last resort would be to let the Spare Ration take the Galleons to Gringotts goblin Griphook to help lead the way, but in this way, it would inevitably cause uncontrollable effects on the subsequent plans.

Shaking her head, Aileen didn't hesitate any longer, pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron, and walked straight in.

In stark contrast to the desolate and quiet scene outside, the bar was extremely crowded and noisy. Obviously, for wizards who had been busy all day, being able to sit down and have a drink was a very pleasant thing. In the small, dark and dirty space, it was hot and smoky. A bar owner named Tom Abbott, who was almost bald and looked like a shriveled walnut, was working hard to greet customers.

No one noticed a little girl entering the door. Aileen was happy to be at ease, walked directly through the bar, and came to the small courtyard with walls on all sides. There was nothing here except a trash can and some weeds.

The silver-haired little loli raised her head and counted carefully, "Starting from the wall brick above the trash can, count up three blocks - then count two blocks horizontally - it should be there."

At first, she was a little worried about whether there was any problem with this primitive counting method, but from the moment she raised her head, she understood that within that area, there was obviously a wall brick that was much more worn than the surrounding ones, and it seemed to be touched frequently.

"One, two, three..."

Aileen put the two books in her hand under her feet, tiptoed, leaned on the wall, and stretched out her hand to tap the brick lightly three times with difficulty, then quickly ran down, nervously watching the wall.

The next moment, the brick she had tapped suddenly shook and began to move, a small hole appeared in the middle, the hole became bigger and bigger, and soon a wide arch appeared, leading to a winding, cobblestone-paved street with no end in sight.

"Phew, finally here. The most important goal of the new year, grow taller."

Aileen breathed a sigh of relief, a happy expression on her face. She picked up the book with her left hand, put the Spare Ration standing on her shoulder inside her collar with her right hand, leaving only a small head exposed outside, and hurriedly ran inside.

"I hope Gringotts is open 24 hours..."