A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Hagrid?" Professor McGonagall thought for a moment. She clearly remembered that he was not among the people who went to pick up the new Muggle students this year.

"Yes, with our savior Mr. Harry Potter." Old Tom said mysteriously and excitedly.

Professor McGonagall suddenly realized that it was Harry, no wonder.

"We will pay attention in Diagon Alley." Professor McGonagall nodded, then turned to Rogge: "Let's go, it's time for us to buy your textbooks and wands."

Roger heard that Harry Potter was also in Diagon Alley today, and wanted to simulate it to see if he could meet Mr. Savior, and maybe something interesting would happen.

"Wherever Harry is, Voldemort is definitely not far away." Rogge gave up the idea and let it go.

I don't have the luxury of using my 2.3 magic power on the opponent. Could it be that Harry could float around like a dementor? Saying goodbye to Old Tom, Professor McGonagall led Roger to the backyard patio.

"Count three bricks upward from the trash can, then count two bricks sideways and hit them with your wand..." Professor McGonagall took out her wand and taught Roger how to open the passage leading to Diagon Alley.

"...Knock 3 times." Rogge knew this plot very well. However, seeing the slowly expanding hole in the wall still made him feel the magic of the magical world.

The hole grew larger and larger, and soon an arched passage appeared. Walk along the passage to the end and you will see Diagon Alley.

"Professor McGonagall, what if the trash can is moved?"

"Kid, you asked a good question." Professor McGonagall said approvingly, "Actually, that trash can is equipped with a magic that restores it to its original state. If someone deliberately removes it, it will automatically return to its original location. Location."

"That's it!" Rogge suddenly realized.

Professor McGonagall continued to explain: "Moreover, no one has tried to move the trash can since the entrance was set up. All wizards who come and go know that it is the entrance to Diagon Alley and will not move it without reason. .”

"Even if someone does do that, we can still enter Diagon Alley through another way." Professor McGonagall smiled mysteriously, "For example, through the Floo powder from the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron. So don't worry, little Roger, there are always wizards There is a way to successfully reach your destination.”

At first glance when entering Diagon Alley, it is difficult to ignore the crooked white building in the middle of the alley - Gringotts.

"Rogg, that's Gringotts, our wizard's bank." Professor McGonagall pointed to the building and said to Rogge, "It is managed by goblins. It contains the wizards' gold, silver, treasures and important items." .”

"Wow, goblin management?" Rogge opened his eyes wide, "Without a wizard watching, aren't you afraid of being stolen?"

"The Ministry of Magic and the goblins have absolute confidence in this. Gringotts has the most advanced anti-theft magic to ensure that the things inside are absolutely safe."

"Will there be magical props in Gringotts?" Rogge asked expectantly.

"There will indeed be some ancient and pure treasures, but most of them will be wizards' cash and important documents." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "For example, the Hogwarts Fund is set up in Gringotts, and every year there are people from Massachusetts. The young wizards of the Gua family exchange a certain amount of gold galleons until they graduate."

Professor McGonagall looked at Rogge: "Considering your situation, the school board agreed to withdraw 100 gold galleons from you."

"So many?" Rogge's eyes widened in surprise, but he still politely rejected Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, thank you very much and the school board for your kindness, but I have already borrowed the tuition fee from Uncle Malfoy." Rogge took out a bulging money bag from his large robe. It was so heavy that it didn't make any noise no matter how hard he shook it. .

"What Uncle Malfoy lent me should be enough."

Professor McGonagall frowned. She had never liked the Malfoy family: "My child, although this is not a good thing to say, Malfoy's help to you may be conditional. Have you really considered it?"

Rogge smiled and said, "Don't worry, Professor, I will use these gold galleons properly. I think the compensation from the Ministry of Magic should be paid in two days."

Professor McGonagall nodded helplessly. Most donations to the school fund also came from the Malfoy family, but this was not the same as borrowing money from Malfoy.

"Well, now that you've decided, I respect your opinion. From the looks of it, you can go to Gringotts later to open your student vault."

"Let's go buy robes and wands first."

There is a higher-end extraordinary clothing store in Diagon Alley, but parents invariably choose Madam Malkin's Robe Store for their little wizards. The school robes made by Mrs. Malkin not only keep warm, but can also be repaired and ironed automatically.

Normally, Madam Malkin would not sell school robes that automatically adapt to the young wizard's figure. A school robe that can be worn for 7 years will cause her to close her business directly. Unless the customer directly requests it and pays the corresponding price, she will never sell it.

"Professor McGonagall, I didn't expect you to bring the little wizard to Diagon Alley in person!" A witch wearing a dark purple robe enthusiastically greeted her. The slightly chubby lady was Mrs. Malkin.

After a few pleasantries, Mrs. Malkin introduced Rogg to the Hogwarts freshman robe that he needed to buy.

"Come on, kid, let's take a look at these clothes." Mrs. Malkin looked at Rogge and couldn't imagine how this kid could be so thin.

She found the smallest school robe based on Rogge's figure. It was still loose and loose when she put it on Rogge. No wonder the original clothes needed pins to hold them in place.

"This is not possible, shrink quickly." Mrs. Malkin shook her head, waved her wand, and Rogge's loose robe shrank visibly to the naked eye.

Rogge is just thin and his bone development is normal. The shrunken gown fit the shoulders well, and the sleeves and hem were too short.

"My dear, it seems that there are no suitable ready-made clothes in the store. The robe, pointed hat, gloves and even the cloak need to be customized according to your figure." Mrs. Malkin summoned a tape measure, which automatically jumped to Roger and began to measure.

"My dear, do you want to have a cup of coffee and wait a little longer, or come back later?" Mrs. Malkin wrote down Roger's measurement data and couldn't help but sigh what the child had gone through.

"Can I get it today, madam?" Rogge looked at his thin arms and looked at Mrs. Malkin helplessly.

"Of course. Why don't you let Professor McGonagall take you to buy other things first? I think when you come back from shopping, the clothes will be ready."

"Okay ma'am, it's up to you."

"Don't worry, I'll get the clothes done." Mrs. Malkin said with a smile, "Go ahead, child, and pick out your wand and books. I'll speed up and make sure you get your new uniform on time. "

"I don't think the wand will need to be remade because of your size." Everyone laughed when they heard Mrs. Malkin's words.

Professor McGonagall took Roger to the innermost part of Diagon Alley, where there was a crowded, narrow, and shabby shop.

There is a magic wand on display on a faded purple mat in front of the window of the small shop. The paint on the sign on the door has been peeled off by time, and it reads: Ollivanders, founded in 382 BC.