HP:The Prophet of Harry Potter

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　　 "Are you going to buy a Hogwarts school uniform, dear?" Just walking into the tailor's shop, a short and fat witch greeted Albert with a smile.

　　 "Yes, maam" Albert said, "Thank you."

"What a polite young man, come on, let me measure the specific parameters for you." As Madam Morkin's finger moves, tape measures, pins, and scissors all fly over here and begin to automatically help Albert measure his body shape. , This scene made Herb dumbfounded.

　　 Customizing clothes is a complicated process. It took a full half an hour, and Mrs. Morkin asked them to come back to pick up the packages after shopping.

"Madam, in addition to the clothes prescribed by the school, I also hope to order a black peaked cap and a normal black cloak. It will be according to my body shape, but no name tag is required. By the way, please pack it separately." AlBert sorted out his messy clothes and said to Mrs. Morkin.

　　 "A black peaked hat and an ordinary cloak?" Mrs. Morkin looked at Herb suspiciously, and repeated Albert's words.

　　 "Yes." Herb nodded while knowing it was a gift for Niya.

　　 "Okay." Mrs. Morkin did not give extra thought to this strange request, nodded to indicate that she had understood.

After paying a sum of Gallon in advance, the two of them left the Madam Morkin's robe specialty store. They went to the Wezeek magic supplies store not far from here, where they bought the brass balance on the list. , Brass telescope, glass vial.

　　 In fact, Albert only gave the list to Wezeek, stating that he needed to buy the above items.

　　 A total of 13 gallons was spent. In addition, Albert bought an additional hourglass for 2 gallons.

　　 Under the enthusiastic introduction of Wezeek, Albert found the Crucible Shop easily, and bought a pewter crucible in the shop, which cost 15 gallons.

　　 They went through asking help from the shop manager again and found the pharmacy, where they would replenish the medicinal materials used in the potions class.

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

　　 There are many weird things in the pharmacy. There are jars of herbs, hay roots, and various bright-colored powders on the cabinet.

　　 There are still bundles of feathers, bunches of fangs and fluffy claws hanging on the ceiling.

　　 My god, how can a wizard boil these things into potions and drink them?

　　 Herb didn't dare to think about it anymore, because he saw a can of slugs with a price of 1 gallon.

　　 It is really disgusting.

　　 The kid's father has a little doubt about life.

　　 Maybe, letting my son go to Hogwarts is really not a wise move.

　　 In addition to potions, Albert also bought some tools that he would use when making potions.

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

　　 "Albert lets give up and move away from the magical world" After pulling Albert away from the drugstore, Herber 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 more unreliable, maybe Daisy is right." Herb looked at his son with a complicated expression.

　　 "We still have some books short, and we need a magic wand and an owl." Albert looked at Herb and said, "At least, before you understand the magic world, don't make any conclusions."

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

　　 I bought the books on the list at Lihen Bookstore, and Albert bought 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 through Owl in the future.

　　 Then, at the Diagon Alley stationery store next to the Quidditch boutique, he bought a lot of parchment paper, quill pens, and ink.

　　 With the help of the boss, I found the Owl Shop. This shop is located on the north side of Diagon Alley. It is easy to find. There are a lot of owls hanging outside.

　　 Owl must be bought, otherwise he will not be able to contact his family.

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

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

　　 The Ollivander Wand Shop is on the south side of Diagon Alley. They learned the location of the Wand Shop from the witch who sells owls.

　　 That is a small and broken shop.

　　 When Albert pushed the door into the shop, the jingle bell rang in the shop. It was very small and there was nothing but a bench.

When Herb pushed the cart into the shop, he felt that it was full. He sat on the bench and ate the pumpkin pie he had just bought from the stall. There were some sweets on the cart. Gift prepared by Niya.

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

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

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

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

　　 "A magic wand, oh, of course, a freshman at Hogwarts."

"Yes, sir."

　　 "By the way, what is your name." Ollivander probably saw the doubt in Albert's eyes and explained, "The wizard who bought the wand from me, the Ministry of Magic needs to keep it for record."

　　 "Albert Anderson." Albert introduced himself.

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

　　 "I am used to using my right hand." Albert raised his arm.

　　 Ollivander began to measure Albert's size, starting from the shoulder to the fingertips, and then from the wrist to the elbow. The complicated measurement process made the father and son suspect that Ollivander was not selling wands but 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 skeptical of life as the tape measure is actually automatically measuring the distance between his nostrils.

　　 Albert reached out his hand, pulled the ruler away, and walked to the counter.

　　 Ollivander has taken out a magic wand from the shelf and introduced: "It is made of holly wood and phoenix feathers, seven inches, very flexible."

　　 Albert just reached out to take it, and was taken away by Ollivander.

　　 "Try this one, made of ash and unicorn hair. It is eight and a half inches long. It's an extraordinary combination and it has good elasticity."

　　 Albert took it, but it didn't work.

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

　　 Albert tried one magic wand after another. Sometimes the wand showed great destructive power. The vases on the counter were blown up, which shocked Herb.

　　 "I like picky guests." Ollivander took another pile of magic wands and said with a smile, "It is made of red cedar and phoenix feathers. It is nine inches long and has good elasticity."

　　 Albert took the wand and felt a slight warmth from his fingertips. With a light tap, the tip of the wand glowed with red sparks, which bloomed like fireworks in the shop.

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

　　 "Do you believe it?" Albert asked rhetorically.

　　 "I don't believe it, I think the magic wands made by red cedar will be attracted to certain wizards, and these wizards already have the ability to turn dangers into danger when they encounter danger."

　　 "So, it's not that red cedar will bring luck, but its owner made it famous for luck?" Albert raised his eyebrows.

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

Chapter 5 End