Bailang followed the professor, and the first thing he saw was the crucible shop. There was a big advertisement on it, "Crucibles, all sizes; pure copper, brass, tin, silver; automatic stirring, retractable." The professor led Bailang in. When he arrived at the store, there were crucibles everywhere, and Bai Lang didn't bother to choose. Anyway, he vaguely remembered that the crucibles in the movie were similar to large household soup pots, so he decisively chose the pewter crucible - he bought a set that he had used since childhood. When it's big, it looks like a matryoshka doll.
"Actually, only one is enough." The professor said, "But it doesn't matter. Let's see what to buy next? Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry uniforms, first-year students need: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. A plain pointed hat (black) for day use 3. A pair of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or similar materials) 4. A winter cloak (black, silver buckle) Please note: all student clothing must be embellished with Name tag. Okay, now let's go to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop."
Mrs. Malkin is a short and fat witch, and she seems to have a good relationship with the professor. Bai Lang thought maliciously that this might be because they are both short and fat witches. "Okay, dear. Let's measure the size." This measuring tape will automatically crawl up Bailang's body, and then measure each size. What's interesting is that Bailang didn't find any other "classmates". Maybe it was because he came at the wrong time?
This measuring tape was quite naughty. It seemed to be trying hard to measure all the measurable dimensions. Bailang grabbed it and threw it away when it crawled into his pants. "Okay, please wait a moment." Mrs. Malkin smiled. He ran back, and the professor took Bailang away, "Before Mrs. Malkin finishes, let's go buy books and wands. Do you want a magic pet? Oh, I don't think so? Okay, let's go first. Buy books.”
Flourish and Blotts Bookstore is a common bookstore in the UK. The shelves are full of books, but Bailang is not very interested in it. What makes him interesting is that there are too many types of books, ranging from books larger than a human to There were only books the size of stamps, and even he saw a wordless book and didn't know how to read it. Of course, the title of the book was quite attractive, but Bailang felt that if there was any powerful magic, at least he didn't have to expect it. Found in this publicly available print.
According to the requirements on the book list, Bailang quickly prepared all the books and periodicals - in fact, the people in the bookstore had already prepared all the first-grade textbooks into bundles, and the little wizards only needed to pay. "My dear, don't you want an owl? Trust me, you will need it when you study at Hogwarts."
Under the leadership of Professor Sprout, Bailang walked into the Ila Owl Shop, which was full of bird feathers and stinky smells. It was dark inside, but Bailang had night eyes, so he could see quite clearly - ever since he practiced the tiger form After his true intention was achieved, Bai Lang also gained the power of night eyes - congenital masters have sharp ears and eyesight, and some even develop supernatural powers, but their night eyes are actually ordinary.
There were owls of all sizes inside, and even the store clerks looked similar to owls. The ones with round heads and round heads were full of hair and fallen bird feathers. Bai Lang didn't have much to choose from, so he just chose the biggest owl. " Please give me that eagle owl." As for Professor Sprout, when Bailang walked out, she had already handed a leather bag into Bailang's hand, "Standard medicine powder."
"Finally we need a wand, and then we can go back after taking your school uniform." Professor Sprout said.
The last shop was small and shabby, and the gold sign on the door had peeled off. It read: Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC. In the dusty window, there was a solitary faded purple cushion.
There was a wand on the floor. When they entered the store, there were jingling bells coming from somewhere behind the store. The store was very small, with nothing else but a bench. Bailang looked at thousands of people.
The boxes were piled up in a mess and reached the ceiling. "I suspect most of them are empty boxes. Otherwise, this store will be a failure in business. It will make thousands of wands and still not sell them..." However, he said this
Didn't say it out loud.
Mr. Ollivander is an old man with light-colored eyes that seem to glow. "Mr. Bai, very good. What kind of wand do you like? Oh no, maybe you prefer your own power? Come on, let me
Look..." The old man took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you use to use the wand?"
Bai Lang can be quite a bad person sometimes, "Oh, I have good hands, whichever hand is fine." Ollivander glanced at Bai Lang a little reproachfully, and shook his head, "Ah ha, Weasley.
My twins, you remind me."
"Lift your arms. Okay." He measured Bailang's size, first from shoulders to fingertips, then from wrists to elbows, shoulders to the floor, knees to armpits, and finally the head circumference. While measuring, he said:
"Every Ollivander's wand contains super powerful magical substances. This is its essence, Mr. Whitecaps. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Every Ollivander's wand contains
All wands are unique, because 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 good results."
"I guess he will say this to every little wizard. After all, this thing is not a consumable product? This business can only be done once and it is really no money." Of course, Bailang still didn't say this kind of thoughts. But at this time
The old man had already climbed to a high place, and it didn't take long for him to move down dozens of boxes. "Let's try this, seven-inch, mahogany phoenix feather..." Bai Lang felt nothing at all while holding this thing.
It's just a stick.
The painful and long process of trying wands began. Bailang showed no reaction to every wand. There was even sweat on the old man's forehead. He glanced at Professor Sprout, who didn't smile either.
He said quite seriously, "You can't go wrong with Hogwarts."
"Okay, okay. He's such a demanding guest..." Mr. Ollivander wiped his sweat. Not to mention him, even Bailang was a little sweaty after waving so many little sticks -
- It was purely annoying. The old man Ollivander got deep into the store, and the box above suddenly collapsed. Bailang stood up and thought about whether he should get in and pull the old man out to avoid being crushed to death.
However, the old man climbed out on his own. Before Bailang could take action with Professor Sprout, he dragged out a dusty, extremely long box that seemed to be about to fall apart. "This will definitely work, Oli from four hundred years ago.
Made by Vander." The box completely fell apart the moment he finished speaking, and what Ollivander had in his hand was a long... "Cane?" Bailang muttered, and even Spur
Professor Lauter also frowned.
"Four feet, made of oak, decorated with brass, dragon heartstrings." Ollivander handed the cane to Bailang with obvious frustration on his face. Bailang just held it in his hand, and immediately there were colorful fireworks from the cane.
Both ends burst out. "Okay, okay. Four hundred years..." Bailang was sure that what he wanted to say was "backlog of goods", but old man Ollivander did not continue, "Sorry kid, this
A wand costs twenty-seven galleons."
This chapter has been completed!