The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

The dazzling sunlight shines on a stack of pots outside the door of a recent store. A sign hangs above the pots: Copper, brass, tin-plated, silver cauldrons, complete models, automatic stirring, foldable.

"Okay, come on, let's buy a crucible first." Then Newt walked towards the Ganguo shop on his own.

"First of all, we need a tin crucible." Rolf saw his grandfather, who was talking about the list of items that came with the admission notice, and making signs on it with his wand.

Looking at the automatic stirring pot on the counter, Rolf really wanted it. After all, the pot can move by itself, so who would want to bother stirring it by himself?

After leaving Partridge's Crucible, they visited a drug store that smelled pungently of rotten eggs and rotten cabbage leaves.

There were buckets of gooey stuff on the floor of the drugstore, jars of herbs, hay roots, and various brightly colored powders lined the walls, and bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and dry teeth hung from the ceiling.

paw.

When Newt bought a standard dose of various medicinal powders from the salesperson behind the counter, Rolf looked around and realized that he didn't recognize the herbs at all.

Maybe he should major in the two subjects of herbal medicine and potions? As for the protection of magical animals, he feels that he should be better than the professors in the school.

After all, Newt used "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" to enlighten him.

Later, Rolf bought a cute snow sculpture in a dark Eela Owl store. After all, everyone likes cute things.

After purchasing ink and parchment at the Changing Ink Stationery Store, they were ready to order robes first.

Rolf looked at the parchment and quill in his hand and still thought, the Muggle world already uses ballpoint pens and printer paper, right?

Compared to the ballpoint pen, the combination of quill pen and parchment paper not only writes very slowly, but you also have to be careful not to let the quill drip ink when writing, otherwise the entire paper may be ruined.

Rolf decided to take his grandpa back on the subway when he went back later. First, he didn't want to endure the spinning of the washing machine anymore, and second, he could buy some Muggle school supplies along the way.

Rolf, a human worker, held the crucible in his arms and a textbook on his arm, and followed his grandfather unsteadily to Madam Malkin's robe store next to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

To be honest, Rolf really wanted to ask Grandpa whether his precious grandson or the precious box was more important? He was almost exhausted and couldn't expose the warehouse.

"It's time to buy you a uniform," Newt said, pointing to Madam Malkin's robe store, then opened the door and walked in first.

Even though grandpa always wears a light blue trench coat, if you open his wardrobe you will find that all the clothes in it are of the same style...

Because of this issue, Grandma Tina had quarreled with him more than once, but Grandpa's attitude was: I was wrong, but I won't change it.

"Dear Mr. Scamander, nice to meet you." A fat witch came forward with a cheerful smile.

"Are you here to buy your grandson a Hogwarts school uniform? Your grandson is really cute." Before Grandpa could say anything, Mrs. Malkin, who was dressed in purple, continued talking.

Is she afraid that she will be left out? She is really a smart witch.

After saying this, he asked Rolf to stand on a footstool, put a robe on him, and pinned it to an approximate position suitable for his length.

Rolf stood expressionlessly on the small stool and allowed Madam Malkin, who was well-known in magic, to measure him.

"Already tried, dear." As Mrs. Malkin finished speaking, Rolf quickly jumped down from the footstool.

Then he continued to say expressionlessly, "Madam, let's go buy other things first and come back later to get the robe."

"Of course, dear, please help yourself." Mrs. Malkin said with a smile, as if she was born with a smiling face? Such a person really makes people look happy.

About ten minutes later, Rolf finally arrived at the last store of this shopping trip - Ollivander's Wand Store.

The gold-lettered sign on the door of this famous wand shop has fallen off, and it reads 'Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC'.

In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

When they entered the store, they heard jingling bells coming from somewhere behind the store. The store was very small, with nothing else but a bench.

Rolf sat down on the bench and waited. He finally had a chance to breathe.

Shaking his sore arms, he put the scattered school supplies on the ground, and couldn't help but miss the convenience and speed of online shopping, where he didn't have to carry things himself.

"Good morning." A soft voice said, which startled Rolf, because suddenly there was a loud rattling sound on the stairs, and he quickly stood up from the bench.

An old man stood in front of them, his big, light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

The old man said, "Good day, Mr. Scamander.

Twelve and three-quarter inches long, made of ash wood mixed with some shells and animal bones, with dragon nerve as the core, it is a good wand for casting spells."

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, your wands are as excellent as ever. However, I brought my grandson here to buy wands today. You can call him Rolf."

"Well." Mr. Ollivander said, glancing at him sharply. "Okay, Rolf, come on. Let me take a look."

He took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you usually use to use your wand?"

"I'm right-handed," Rolf said.

"Lift your arms." He measured Rolf, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knees to armpits, and finally the circumference of his head.

While measuring, he said: "Every Ollivander wand contains super powerful magical substances, which is its essence. We mostly use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves.

Remember, you didn't choose the wand, the wand chose you.

Every Ollivander's wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same.

Of course, if you use a wand that belongs to another wizard, you will never have such a good effect."

When measuring the distance between the two nostrils, Rolf suddenly discovered that the tape measure was operating automatically. He didn't know what the relationship between the distance between the nostrils and spell casting was. Is it easier to insert the giant monster's nostril?

Mr. Ollivander was walking between the shelves, busy selecting some long boxes to move down.

"Okay." He said, and the tape measure fell to the ground and rolled up into a ball. "Then, try this one. It's made of willow wood and snake nerve. It's thirteen inches long.

It's not bad, it's flexible, you can give it a try." Rolf tried to wave it gently.

Mr. Ollivander snatched it back from his hand and said: "It seems that it is not suitable for you. Why don't you try this one again?"

Before he knew it, there were many boxes containing wands piled up at Mr. Ollivander's feet. As Rolf tried them out, it seemed that there was no wand suitable for him.

"Don't worry, kid," Mr. Ollivander said to comfort him, "Every little wizard can find his or her own wand here."

After saying that, he blinked his eyes very confidently.