"Are you going to buy a Hogwarts school uniform, dear?" As soon as he entered the tailor shop, a short and fat witch greeted Albert with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am." Albert nodded, "Thank you for your help."
"What a polite young man! Come here, I'll help you measure your specific parameters." Madam Malkin waved her finger, and the tape measure, pins, and scissors flew over here and began to automatically measure Albert's body shape. Herber was stunned by this scene.
Ordering custom clothes was a complicated process that took half an hour, and Madam Malkin asked them to come back to pick up the package after they finished shopping.
"Ma'am, in addition to the school-required clothes, I would also like to order a black peaked hat and a plain black cape, tailored to my body shape, but without a name tag. By the way, please pack it separately." Albert said to Madam Malkin after tidying up his slightly messy clothes.
"A black pointed hat and an ordinary cloak?" Madam Malkin looked at Herber in confusion and repeated Albert's words.
"Yes." Herb nodded. He knew this was a gift for Nia.
"Okay." Madam Malkin didn't think too much about this strange request and nodded to indicate that she understood.
After paying a sum of Galleons in advance, the two left Madam Malkin's robe shop and went to the nearby Weizeacre Magic Supplies Shop, where they bought the brass scale, brass telescope, and glass medicine bottle on the list.
In fact, Albert just handed the list to Wieseek and said he needed to buy the items on it.
The total cost was 13 Galleons, and Albert also bought an hourglass for 2 Galleons.
With the enthusiastic introduction of Wieseek, Albert easily found the Patchi Crucible Shop and bought a tin crucible in the store for 15 Galleons.
Through the store manager Patchy, they found a pharmacy and replenished the medicinal materials needed for the Potions class there.
The pharmacy is definitely not a pleasant place. As soon as you approach it, you can smell a disgusting smell, as if it was specially prepared to drive away customers.
The pharmacy was filled with oddities, with jars of herbs, dried roots, and brightly colored powders on the counters.
Bunches of feathers, clusters of fangs and furry claws also hung from the ceiling.
Oh my god, how on earth can wizards make 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 tag of 1 Galleon.
It's so disgusting.
This child's father has begun to doubt his life.
Perhaps, letting one's son go to Hogwarts is not a wise move.
In addition to potions, Albert also bought some tools used to prepare potions.
After paying, he pulled Herb, who had a complicated expression on his face, out of the pharmacy.
"Albert, why don't you give up?" Herb pulled Albert away from the pharmacy and said seriously, "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 it seems. 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 jump to conclusions before you understand the wizarding world."
"Okay." Herb was a little depressed, but still nodded in agreement.
After purchasing the books on the list at Flourish and Blotts, Albert also bought some basic books on 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 for a list of books so that he could order the books he needed through Owl in the future.
Then, in 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, we found Eeyore Owl Shop. The shop 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 had to be bought, otherwise he would not be able to contact his family.
Herb also helped out with a bag of owl food and owl nuts.
Pushing the cart, Herb crossed off the items he had purchased one by one, leaving only the wand.
Ollivander's Wand Shop was on the south side of Diagon Alley, and they learned the location of the wand shop from the witch who sold owls.
It was a small, shabby shop.
When Albert pushed the door open and entered the store, a jingling bell rang out. The inside was very small, with nothing but a bench.
When Herb pushed the cart into the store, it felt like the place was packed in an instant. He sat on a bench, eating a pumpkin pie he had just bought from the stall. There were also some sweets on the cart, which were also gifts for Nia.
Albert also had a pumpkin pie in his hand and he was hungry too.
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
"Good afternoon." A soft voice sounded and Ollivander came out.
"Hello, sir, I want to buy..." Albert put down the pumpkin pie in his hand and said.
"A wand, oh, of course, a new student at Hogwarts."
"Yes sir."
"By the way, what's your name?" Ollivander probably saw the confusion in Albert's eyes and explained, "Wizards who buy wands from me are required to leave a record with the Ministry of Magic."
"Albert Anderson," Albert introduced himself.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson," Ollivander said, pulling a measuring tape from his pocket. "Which arm do you use most?"
"I'm right-handed." Albert raised his arm.
Ollivander began to measure Albert's size, first from shoulder to fingertips, and then from wrist to elbow. The complicated measurement process made both 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 doubtful about his life, because the tape measure was automatically measuring the distance between his nostrils.
Albert reached out and pushed the ruler aside, then walked toward the counter.
Ollivander had already taken a wand from the shelf and introduced it: "Made of holly and phoenix feathers, seven inches, very flexible."
As soon as Albert reached out to take it, it was taken away by Ollivander.
"Try this one. It's made of ash and unicorn hair. Eight and a half inches long. A remarkable combination, and quite flexible."
Albert took it and waved it, but it had no effect.
"It doesn't seem suitable." Ollivander said to himself, "Try this one..."
Albert tried one wand after another, and sometimes the wands showed great destructive power, and the vases on the counter were blown up, which scared Herb.
"I like picky guests." Ollivander took out a pile of wands and said with a smile, "Made of redwood and phoenix feathers, nine inches long, and very flexible."
Albert took the wand and felt a slight warmth at his fingertips. He tapped it lightly, and red sparks came out from the tip 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 back.
"I don't believe it. I think that wands made of redwood will be attracted to certain wizards, and these wizards already have the ability to turn danger into safety when they encounter danger."
"So, it's not the redwood that brings luck, but its owner who created its reputation for luck?" Albert raised his eyebrows.
"You could say that." Ollivander nodded. "10 Galleons in total. Thank you for your patronage."