Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 5: The magic wand that brings luck

"Are you going to buy the Hogwarts school uniform, dear?" As soon as he walked into the tailor shop, a short and plump witch greeted Albert with a smile.

"Yes, ma'am." Albert nodded, "Excuse me."

"What a polite young man, come on, let me measure the specific parameters for you." Mrs. Malkin's finger moved, tape measure, pin, and scissors all flew here, and began to automatically help Able Heb was stunned by this scene when he measured his body size.

Ordering clothes was a tedious process that took half an hour. Mrs. Morkin asked them to come and pick up the package after shopping.

"Ma'am, in addition to those school clothes, I'd like to order a black pointed hat and a plain black cape, just for my size, but no name tag is required. By the way, please pack it separately. ." Albert said to Mrs. Malkin after tidying up his somewhat messy clothes.

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

"Yes." Herb nodded, he knew this was a gift for Nia.

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

After making a prepayment of Galleons, the two left the Madam Malkin's Robe Store, and they went to the Wazeac Magical Supply Store not far from here, where they purchased the items on the list. Brass balance, brass telescope, glass vial.

In fact, Albert just handed the list to Wezeeck, saying that he needed to buy the items above.

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

Under the introduction of the shopkeeper, Albert easily found the Pattage Crucible Shop, where he bought a pewter crucible.

Through the store manager Patech, they found the pharmacy, where they replenished the medicinal materials that would be used in the potions class.

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

The pharmacy is full of oddities, with jars of herbs, hay roots, and brightly colored powders on the cabinets.

There are also bundles of feathers, clusters of fangs and fluffy claws hanging from the ceiling.

My God, how on earth did wizards boil these things into potions and drink them?

Heb couldn't think about it anymore, because he saw a jar of slugs.

It's so disgusting.

This kid's dad is already a little suspicious of life.

Perhaps, it's really not a wise move to let your son enter that Hogwarts.

In addition to the potions, Albert also purchased some of the tools used in the preparation of potions.

After paying, he pulled Herb out of the pharmacy with a complicated face.

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

Albert's face twitched and he shook his head.

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

"We are still short of some books, and we need a wand and an owl." Albert looked at Herb and said, "At least, don't jump to conclusions before understanding the magic world."

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

After purchasing the books on the list at Lishen Bookstore, Albert also purchased additional books about the history of the wizarding world.

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

Then, at the stationery store in Diagon Alley, next to the Quidditch boutique, he buys lots of parchment, quills and ink.

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

The owl has to buy it or he won't be able to contact his family.

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

Pushing the cart, Herb crossed out the purchases one by one, leaving only the wand.

Ollivander's wand shop is on the south side of Diagon Alley, and they learned the location of the wand shop from the witch who sells owls.

It was a small and run-down shop.

When Albert pushed the door and entered the store, the bell rang in the store, which was very small and had nothing but a bench.

When Herb pushed the cart into the store, he felt that it was packed all at once. He sat on the bench, eating the pumpkin pie he just bought from the stall, and there were some sweets on the cart. It was also a gift for Nia.

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

"Is anyone there?"

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

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

"The wand, oh, of course, the new Hogwarts."

"Yes sir."

"By the way, what's your name?" Ollivander probably saw the doubts in Albert's eyes and explained, "Wizards who buy wands from me need to keep records at the Ministry of Magic."

"Albert Anderson." Albert introduced himself.

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

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

Ollivander began to measure Albert, first from shoulders to fingertips, and then from wrist to elbow. The complicated measurement process made both father and son suspect that Ollivander was not selling magic wands, but clothes. of.

"Every wand I make is unique, and wizards can always pick the best one here." Ollivander said to himself as he measured, but Albert was already a bit Doubt life ~IndoMTL.com~ The tape measure is actually measuring the distance between his nostrils automatically.

Albert reached out and pushed the ruler away, walking towards the counter.

Ollivander had already taken out a wand from the shelf and introduced: "Made of holly 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. A fantastic combination, with good elasticity."

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

"It doesn't seem to fit." Ollivander said to himself, "Try this one again..."

Albert tried wand after wand, and sometimes the wand was so destructive that the vases on the counter were blown up, startling Herb.

"I like picky guests." Ollivander fetched another stack of wands and smiled. "It's made of red cedar and phoenix feathers. It's nine inches long and has good elasticity."

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

"That's it." Ollivander happily put the wand into the box and smiled at Albert. "It is said that wands made of red cedar will bring luck to the user."

"Do you believe it?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"I don't believe it. I think wands made of redwood are attracted to certain wizards who have the ability to save themselves from danger when they encounter danger."

"So, it's not the red cedar that brings luck, but its owner who makes it a lucky reputation?" Albert raised his eyebrows.

"You can say that." Ollivander nodded, "10 Galleons in total, thank you for your patronage."