After finishing breakfast, Harry returned to Diagon Alley with a lighter step.
Now that he had all his school supplies and a complete new wardrobe, he could finally explore the street properly.
He also had his daily mental to-do list, but there was no rush.
He walked the full length of the Alley, stepping into every shop he hadn’t yet visited.
In the smaller ones, a quick glance inside was enough to memorize the layout.
In the larger establishments, he wandered the aisles, committing every detail to his mind palace.
During his leisurely exploration, he discovered a narrow staircase tucked between two bigger shops.
A modest sign above read: Eyewear & Specialist Jewellery.
Curious, he climbed the steps and entered.
An elderly wizard behind the counter took one look at him and frowned.
“No, no. That simply won’t do!”
Harry tensed.
“What do you mean?”
“Those spectacles, young sir,” the man said, gesturing at Harry’s glasses.
“Dreadful quality muggle eyewear. Not a single charm on them.”
Harry blinked.
“And… that’s bad?”
“Terrible,” the shopkeeper replied firmly.
He pointed to a chair that resembled a muggle dentist’s seat. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“Sit down. I need to examine your eyes.”
Still cautious, Harry obeyed.
As soon as he reclined, the old man flicked his wand.
“Accio muggle spectacles!”
The glasses flew off Harry’s face and into the wizard’s hand.
Harry barely flinched.
The shopkeeper studied various charts through the lenses, muttering and harrumphing to himself.
Finally, he returned and placed the glasses in Harry’s open palm.
“Not yet,” he said when Harry moved to put them back on.
“I need to check your eyes properly first.”
He waved his wand over Harry’s face.
A soft “Finite” removed the glamours Harry had applied earlier.
A faint itch tingled at the back of his eyes for a moment, then faded.
“You may put them on again, Mister Potter,” the shopkeeper said calmly.
“For whatever little good they do.”
Harry slipped the glasses back on, frowning.
“You removed my glamours?”
“Yes,” the man replied without apology.
“But fear not. I value my discretion. Unlike a certain wandmaker who can’t keep a client’s secrets to save his life.”
The shopkeeper’s tone lightened.
“Those lenses are a poor match for your vision. You struggle with distance, correct?” Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“Yes,” Harry admitted.
“But I’ve learned to manage.”
“I’m sure you have. Still, you’ve come to the right place.”
He invited Harry to browse the racks of frames while he fetched a folder of available charms.
Harry, who had never given much thought to new glasses before, found himself genuinely excited.
The ones he wore had come from a second-hand bin in Surrey.
He selected three pairs: a sleek, frameless rectangular style with silver accents for formal occasions; a more rugged version with solid bronze frames for everyday wear; and a sharp, modern wrap-around pair of sunglasses with a single dark lens and black arms that reminded him of expensive muggle brands.
The shopkeeper smiled at his choices.
“Excellent taste. I’ll adjust the lenses to your actual prescription while you review the charm options.”
Harry settled into the chair and skimmed the parchment brochure.
When the wizard returned with the finished glasses, Harry had made his decisions.
“I’d like Impervious, Self-Cleaning, Anti-Legilimency, and Anti-Memory Charms on all three pairs,” he said.
“Wise choices,” the old man nodded.
“The Self-Cleaning charm covers anti-fog as well, so we can skip that one.”
“Perfect.”
“Come back after lunch and they’ll be ready. The total should be around eighty galleons.”
Harry counted out ninety and handed them over.
“Keep the extra for now and give me the change when I return.”
With that settled, he left the shop and continued mapping the rest of Diagon Alley in his mind.