Every morning we would walk out of front door, walk down the street, turn left, and be on the real Diagon Alley. Magical doesn’t even begin to describe the way it felt to wake up and walk down this street…
Every morning we would walk out of front door, walk down the street, turn left, and be on the real Diagon Alley. Magical doesn’t even begin to describe the way it felt to wake up and walk down this street…
