AN: Chapter fourteen!
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"Whoa…"
Diagon Alley was unlike anything he had ever imagined. Colors, voices, people, mixing and mingling without a care in the world. Storefronts held all sorts of items: books, cauldrons, cloaks, owls, wands… And all behind a dusty, shabby pub. In the middle of London. How has this place gone unnoticed?
There was so much to see, to explore, but first, there was one thing Fakir had to take care of.
"What is the local currency? Would the bank accept Reichsmarks?" he asked, fingering his money pouch.
"Reichsmarks? Isn't it Deutsche Mark?"
"Deutsche Mark?" Fakir wondered. "I wouldn't know, Professor, the Reichsmark is the currency in Kinkan. My question still stands, though."
"Come, Mr. Meyers, we'll see once we arrive at the bank," Professor McGonagall answered. "It's just ahead."
And sure enough, the pair soon reached a towering white building with great bronze doors and a strange-looking creature standing guard.
AN: If you want an explanation for the currency and money issues, please PM me.
See you next update! Same duck-time, same duck-channel!