After trying out wands at Ollivander's Wand Store for so long, the sky outside has begun to get dark. The sun is slowly sinking in the western sky. The originally bustling Diagon Alley has become a little quiet. The shopping crowd has begun to become sparse. Many shops have closed their doors, and most of the merchants who set up street stalls have also closed their doors. left.
Wright walked out of the wand shop, his eyes still fixed on the black wand in his hand. Just now, Ollivander rejected Wright's idea of paying for this wand on the grounds that it was not a work of his family. Of course, Wright still paid seven gold galleons for the ebony wand he damaged.
Wright raised his head and shifted his attention from the wand in his hand to the gradually sparse streets of Diagon Alley. Watching the sky slowly dimming, Wright slowly walked back to the wall connecting Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron. After passing through the wall, Wright returned to the Leaky Cauldron.
There was no one in the bar at this time, and the bar owner, Tom, was standing behind the bar with a rag wiping the wine glass in his hand. Seeing Wright walking out of the backyard, Tom said hello to Wright: "Kid, how did you feel when you saw Diagon Alley for the first time? Did you enjoy your shopping today?"
"I think it's pretty good! Thank you very much for your help today at noon, Mr. Tom." Wright replied, "But it's a bit late now. I want to get a room here and live there until Hogwarts starts school."
"No problem!" Tom put down the rag and wine glass in his hand, and then walked out of the bar counter. "Room 9 is still empty now. I think you will be very comfortable living there."
Tom walked in front, leading Wright up a beautiful, clean wooden staircase. Then, the two stopped at the door of a certain room. There was a brass sign hanging on the door with the number nine on it. Tom unlocked the door for Wright, and then the two walked into the room together.
Wright felt something was wrong as early as he was going up the stairs, and the feeling became stronger after entering the house. There was a very comfortable-looking bed in the middle of room No. 8. There was also a fireplace, a window, and a mirror. As for the feeling that something is wrong comes from…
"Mr. Tom, can I ask a question?" Wright put down the suitcase in his hand and couldn't help but ask Tom.
"Of course it's no problem!" Tom replied, and handed Wright the key to the room with a smile.
"Why is the sanitary condition of the bar on the second floor and the first floor so different?" Yes, this is what Wright felt was strange. The environment on the second floor is in sharp contrast to the dirty and dark bar downstairs. Whether it is from the outside or from the inside of the room, the second floor looks exceptionally clean and tidy.
"Uh." The smile on Tom's face faltered. After being the owner of the Leaky Cauldron for so many years, this was the first time someone asked him about the hygienic condition of the bar.
After a while, Tom slowly said: "The main reason is that there are too many people coming in and out of the first floor of the bar, and they are very frequent. Even with the help of cleaning magic, it is still not as fast as the speed of people getting dirty. Over time, the people on the first floor become dirty. That’s what the health situation has become.”
Wright nodded, accepting this statement, and then Wright continued to ask: "Mr. Tom, there is one more thing. I feel a little hungry now. I think your bar should provide food, right?"
"Of course!" Tom said with a smile, "For dinner, do you want to go down to eat or eat in the room?"
"Just eat in the room! Please bring it to you later."
"No problem, dinner will be served in a moment." Tom left the room with a smile and gently closed the door to the room.
After a while, Tom came up with dinner. The representative foods of the British Empire, fish, chips and fish and chips, also come with a cup of pumpkin juice.
After dinner, Wright lay on the bed, stroking the wand of unknown material and unknown core.
"Having said that, fortunately Ollivander didn't charge for this wand. If it was made by his ancestors, it must be hundreds of years old! If he charged money, I don't know if two hundred Galleons would be enough. not enough."
"But who said that the consumption level in the wizarding world is very low?" Thinking of Galleons, Wright couldn't help but start to mentally calculate how much money he had left. "The suitcase and mok bag are thirty Galleons, and the wand is seven. There are six Galleons in total for the six new school uniforms, thirteen Galleons for the textbooks, and other bits and pieces that add up to seven Galleons. In other words, do I have 137 Galleons left? "
"Have you spent nearly a third of the money on this day?" Wright couldn't help but sit up from the bed, "There are also accommodation fees at the Leaky Cauldron, pets, and expenses for the next month, and going to Hogwarts. Do I have fifty galleons left before I go to school?"
(Writing this, the author still can’t help complaining that Rowling’s math may really be quite bad! The value of Galleons in the wizarding world is really hard to describe... Even the purchasing power of Galleons before and after the original work is not the same ... The most terrifying thing is not these little bugs, the most terrifying thing is that Rowling keeps eating books... As a reasonable person, I am almost dying...)
However, during those years in the orphanage, Wright still lived a simple life for a long time, and it was not a big problem if he had no money. What's more, all he lacked was the wizarding world's currency, and he still had a lot of pounds that he hadn't spent. After thinking about this, Wright lay down again.
Not long after, Wright fell into sleep, and the only sound in the room was the burning wood in the fireplace.
…
Wright never thought that one day he would be able to live such a free life. During those years in the orphanage, he could never get up when he wanted, eat whatever he wanted, or go wherever he wanted. Even when he was in elementary school and on summer vacation, Wright had to be busy in the orphanage.
Early the next morning, after Wright woke up at seven o'clock, he lazily stayed in bed for half an hour, which was something that would have been unthinkable in an orphanage.
It was nearly eight o'clock when Wright came out of Room 9 fully dressed. At this time, Wright had already put on a wizard's robe. After all, Muggle clothing was still too conspicuous in Diagon Alley.
After enjoying breakfast on the first floor of the bar, Wright walked into Diagon Alley again. Boss Tom seemed to have listened to what Wright said last night and cleaned the first floor of the Leaky Cauldron, but the effect was not very obvious. At least Wright didn't notice any changes on the first floor.
At nearly noon, Wright returned to the Leaky Cauldron. He was holding two cages in each hand. In one cage was a kitten. Except for a pair of emerald green eyes, the kitten was all black. ; in another cage was a raven, which was Wright's chosen messenger. Both pets were bought at the Magical Creatures Store. The only regret that Wright felt was that he had not seen the cat named Crookshanks today.
By the way, one of these two pets is ten galleons, and the other is also ten galleons.