A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"No!" Professor McGonagall shook her head, looked at Rogge's big tearful eyes, and softened her attitude: "Okay, Mr. Rogge. You will keep the wand before leaving Diagon Alley."

"Understood, Professor McGonagall!" Rogge nodded and agreed quickly.

He did not argue with Professor McGonagall, nor would he ask whether the old law was true or false. Since Professor McGonagall wanted to check the wand and its origin, he would lend it to Professor McGonagall temporarily.

Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, the wand problem is solved. We still need to buy first-year textbooks, potions tools and astronomy equipment. Of course, the little wizard can bring a pet to Hogwarts. "

"Great, I want to bring an owl." Roger is looking forward to the owl in the magical world. "This way I can write to my mother even at school."

Professor McGonagall laughed: "Owls are a good choice. They can help students keep in touch with their families. You will find that owls are loyal and reliable and are one of the wizard's best friends."

Next to Ollivander's Wand Shop is a second-hand grocery store called "The Scrap Shop", which is full of old items, including chairs with broken legs, worn-out wands, textbooks, robes and even magical pets.

"Roger, you can buy brand new textbooks and tools at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore and Patchy's Crucible in Diagon Alley, but they are expensive. You can also consider this second-hand grocery store. Although the items are a bit old, they are more affordable." Professor McGonagall pointed at the shop and waited for Rogge to make his choice.

Rogge had heard about the prices of European and American textbooks in his previous life. Brand new textbooks are extremely expensive, and the total price of a single semester can reach thousands of dollars. In this environment, the second-hand textbook market is particularly developed, and there is even a photocopying business.

"It seems that the wizarding world is in a similar situation. No wonder even Harry and Hermione come here to hunt for goods." Rogge thought to himself. If he remembered correctly, Harry inherited a large amount of inheritance, and Hermione even came from It seems that middle-class families in the Muggle world also feel financial pressure on learning.

He touched his money bag. It was now 1991, and the 819 Incident in the Soviet Union was right around the corner. He also wanted to use this to make money and share some of the money from the predators in the City of London.

The Ministry of Magic is still negotiating on their compensation, and it will be a long time before they are fully paid. At this point, bureaucracies in any country in the world are the same: they delay as long as they can. It's better to save some money and make a good impression on Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, I want to go to the second-hand store first." Rogge said cautiously. "Maybe I can find old textbooks and supplies at a suitable price and in good condition."

Professor McGonagall didn't know what Roger was thinking, but seeing his cautious and thrifty look, he nodded with satisfaction: "You are very responsible for your thinking. Going to a second-hand store to find learning supplies that suit you is also a kind of exercise. Let’s go to the junk shop right now.”

The owner of the bad goods store is an old wizard. His hair is gray and cracked like a bird's nest destroyed by firecrackers. A pair of cloudy gray-blue eyes scanned the store, fearing that someone would steal the old items.

Although he doesn't look very friendly, he is quite enthusiastic towards his guests. When he saw Professor McGonagall, he quickly said hello: "Professor McGonagall, long time no see."

"Hello Erwin, I'm going to show you the new students. Are there any books and tools suitable for first-year students?" Professor McGonagall looked at the boss. She was so impressed by this old guy. His last name was Sk. Like Lu Qi, he is stingy and careless.

"Of course, high-quality used goods! I promise, they are exactly like new, and the price is very reasonable!" Erwin quickly began to take down various old books and equipment from the shelves.

"This book "Elementary Transfiguration" only costs 2 Sickles. You can see that the cover is a little worn, but the pages are intact." He pointed at the pages and said, "The handwriting is clear and the illustrations are complete. It is very suitable for new students to learn. Also The notes from previous students secretly tell you that the last owner was a witch."

"Ahem." Professor McGonagall glared at Erwin. The old guy was becoming more and more shameless.

"I only sell this crucible for 5 knuts. Although it is blackened by gunpowder, the size is very suitable. The bottom and wall thickness of the pot are even." He picked up the crucible and knocked it. "It sounds very solid, right? ? Definitely worth the price!”

"I can sell you these slightly older quills and parchment at a cheaper price. Look, this bottle of ink still has more than half of it left." Erwin took out a few pens and a dozen parchment papers, "The whole set only costs 10. Guaranteed to be worth every penny, Nat!”

"Want to buy school robes? There are some second-hand ones here. I can give you a 20% discount. They are all of good quality." He took down a few black robes from the shelf and patted the dust. "Look, the fabrics are very strong. Nothing broken.”

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Erwin was rambling about introducing old goods, and Roger stood aside and couldn't even get a word in. Before he could react, a pile of books, various styles of cauldrons, and old clothes were piled at his feet.

"There are also these old wands. They have been inspected by me and are in very good condition. You can choose one. I guarantee that it will be no worse than any of the ones in Ollivander's shop (most of them are made by Ollivander anyway) )."

A pen holder filled with old wands was slapped on the counter in front of Roger. Rogge stood there, a little at a loss. He wanted to speak, but Erwin's eloquent introduction prevented him from inserting even a single letter.

The piles of old goods in front of him, coupled with Erwin's rambling sales pitch, left Roger at a loss for a moment.

Professor McGonagall looked at the troubled Rogge with interest. From the first moment he met Rogge, the child gave himself a sense of calmness, and his words and deeds were more sophisticated than those of his peers. But at this moment, facing the old wizard Erwin, Mag finally saw the childishness in him.

"Roger, even though Erwin's shop is a mess, it does contain a lot of treasures. You can pick slowly and find some useful old things." Professor McGonagall mentioned, "Don't be intimidated by his enthusiasm. You should carefully check the quality of the goods and then consider your own needs. There is no need to buy everything that is not necessary.”

Erwin was very happy to hear Professor McGonagall's introduction from the side, but Professor McGonagall changed the topic and made his face turn red.

He felt that Professor McGonagall's words were warning the little wizard not to waste money in his own shop. Facing Professor McGonagall, Erwin couldn't show it directly and forced an ugly smile on his face.

"Erwin always likes to tell a lot of things at once. You have to learn to choose and find the school supplies that really suit you. But his prices are really cheap..."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the direction of Gringotts, and then the entire Diagon Alley shook.

"what happened?"

The wizards ran out and looked at Gringotts, where there was a plume of black smoke. Professor McGonagall noticed that the goblins had cast a spell to prohibit disapparation, and it seemed that something very serious had happened.