Study Days at Hogwarts

"Do you want to buy Hogwarts school uniforms, my dear?" As soon as he walked into the tailor shop, a short and plump witch greeted Albert with a big smile.

"Yes, ma'am." Albert nodded, "Sorry to trouble you."

"What a polite young man. Come on, let me help you measure the specific parameters." Mrs. Malkin moved her fingers, and the tape measure, pins, and scissors all flew towards this direction, and began to automatically measure Albert's body shape. , this scene made Herb stunned.

Customizing clothes was a complicated process that took half an hour. Mrs. Malkin asked them to come and pick up the package after shopping.

"Ma'am, in addition to the clothes required by the school, I also want to order a black peaked hat and an ordinary black cloak, which match my body shape but do not require a name tag. By the way, please pack them separately." Ai Bert straightened his messy clothes and said to Mrs. Malkin.

"A black pointed hat and an ordinary cloak?" Mrs. Malkin looked at Herb in confusion and repeated Albert's words.

"Yes." Herb nodded, knowing that this was a gift for Nia.

"Okay." Mrs. Malkin didn't think too much about this strange request and nodded to show that she understood.

After paying a sum of Galleons in advance, the two left Madam Malkin's Robe Store. They went to Wieseek's Magical Supplies Store not far away, where they purchased the brass scale on the list. , brass telescope, glass vial.

In fact, Albert just gave the list to Wieseek, saying that he needed to buy the things on it.

It only took Wieseek a few minutes to find the items on the list and help pack them.

Under the introduction of the store owner, Albert easily found the Partridge Crucible Store and purchased a pewter crucible in the store.

Through the store manager, Patchi, they found the pharmacy, where they could replenish the herbs they would use in the Potions class.

The drugstore is definitely not a pleasant place. As soon as you approach, you can smell a disgusting smell, as if it was specially prepared to drive away customers.

The drug store was filled with weird stuff, with jars of herbs, hay roots, and various brightly colored powders on the cabinets.

Bundles of feathers, clusters of fangs and fluffy claws also hung from the ceiling.

Oh my god, how on earth can a wizard boil these things into potions and drink them?

Herb didn't dare think about it anymore because he saw a jar of slugs.

It's so disgusting.

This child's father is already a little doubtful about life.

Maybe it's really not a wise move to let your son go to Hogwarts.

In addition to potions, Albert also purchased some tools that would be used when preparing potions.

After paying, he took Herb with a complicated face and left the pharmacy.

"Albert, why don't you give up." After Herb pulled Albert away from the pharmacy, he said with a serious face: "Let's go to Eton College."

Albert's face twitched and he shook his head.

"But... the more I think about it, the less reliable it becomes. Maybe Daisy is right." Herb looked at his son with a complicated expression.

"We still need some books, a wand and an owl." Albert looked at Herb and said, "At least, don't make random conclusions before understanding the magical world."

"Okay." Herb was a little depressed, but he still nodded in agreement.

After buying the books on the list at Flourish and Blotts, Albert bought additional books that were basically about the history of the wizarding world.

In fact, Albert wanted to stay in the bookstore for a while, but considering the time problem, he gave up and asked the bookstore manager to get a book list so that he could order the books he needed through Owl in the future.

Then, at the stationery store in Diagon Alley next to the Quidditch boutique, he bought a large amount of parchment, quills and ink.

With the enthusiastic help of the boss, I found the Eela Owl Store. This store is located on the north side of Diagon Alley and is easy to find. There are a lot of owls hanging outside.

The owl must buy it or he will lose contact with his family.

Herb also helped buy a bag of owl food and owl nuts.

Pushing the trolley, Herb crossed off the purchased items one by one, leaving only the wand.

Ollivander's wand shop is on the south side of Diagon Alley. They learned the location of the wand shop from the witch who sold the owl.

It was a small, shabby store.

When Albert pushed the door open and entered the store, a jingling bell rang in the store. It was small inside, with nothing else but a bench.

When Herb pushed the cart into the store, he felt that it was packed all of a sudden. He sat on a bench and ate the pumpkin pie he had just bought from the stall. There were also some sweets on the cart, also for A gift prepared by Nia.

Albert also had a piece of pumpkin pie in his hand, and he was hungry too.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

"Good afternoon." A soft voice sounded, and Ollivander walked out.

"Hello, sir, I want to buy..." Albert put down the pumpkin pie in his hand and said.

"Wand, oh, of course, new student at Hogwarts."

"Yes, sir."

"By the way, what's your name?" Ollivander probably saw the confusion in Albert's eyes and explained, "Any wizard who buys a wand from me, the Ministry of Magic needs to keep a record."

"Albert Anderson." Albert introduced himself.

"Okay, Mr. Anderson." Ollivander took out a tape measure from his pocket, "Which arm do you usually use?"

"I'm right-handed." Albert raised his arm.

Ollivander began to measure Albert's size, first from the shoulder to the fingertips, and then from the wrist to the elbow. The complicated measurement process made both father and son suspect that Ollivander was not selling wands, but selling clothes.

"Every wand I make is unique, and wizards can always choose the most suitable one here." Ollivander said to himself while measuring, but Albert was already a little doubtful about life. , the tape measure was actually automatically measuring the distance between his nostrils.

Albert reached out to push the ruler away and walked towards the counter.

Ollivander had taken out a wand from the shelf and introduced: "Made of holly wood and phoenix feathers, seven inches, very flexible."

As soon as Albert reached out to take it, Ollivander took it away.

"Try this one, made of ash and unicorn hair. Eight and a half inches long. An extraordinary combination, with good elasticity."

Albert took it and waved it, but it had no effect.

"It seems not suitable." Ollivander said to himself, "Try this one again..."

Albert tried one wand after another. Sometimes the wand would show great destructive power. The vases on the counter were blown to pieces, which shocked Herb.

"I like picky customers." Ollivander took out another pile of wands and said with a smile, "Made of redwood and phoenix feathers, nine inches long, good elasticity."

Albert took the wand and felt a slight warmth coming from his fingertips. He tapped it gently, and red sparks emitted from the top of the wand, blooming like fireworks in the store.

"That's it." Ollivander happily put the wand into the box and said to Albert with a smile, "Legend has it that a wand made of redwood will bring luck to the user."

"Do you believe it?" Albert asked.

"If you don't believe me, I think wands made of redwood will be attracted to certain wizards, and these wizards already have the ability to save themselves from danger when they encounter danger."

"So, it's not the redwood that brings luck, but its owner that makes it famous for being lucky?" Albert raised his eyebrows.

"You can say that." Ollivander nodded, "A total of 10 galleons, thank you for your patronage."