“Hagrid?” Professor McGonagall thinks for a moment.
She clearly remembers that he was not among the personnel going to pick up Muggle-born new students this year.
“Yes, with our savior Mr.
Harry Potter.” Tom says mysteriously and excitedly.
Professor McGonagall suddenly understands, ‘So it is Harry.
No wonder.’
“We will keep an eye out in Diagon Alley.” Professor McGonagall nods, then turns to Rayleigh: “Let’s go.
We should also go buy your textbooks and wand.”
Rayleigh hears that Harry Potter is also in Diagon Alley today and wants to run a simulation to see whether he can encounter Mr.
Savior.
Perhaps something interesting will happen.
‘Where Harry is, Voldemort is certainly not far away.’ Rayleigh changes his mind and decides to forget it.
His 2.3 magic power is not so luxurious that he can spend it on the other party.
Could Harry also drift back and forth like a Dementor?
After saying goodbye to old Tom, Professor McGonagall leads Rayleigh to the back courtyard.
“Count up three bricks from the trash can, then count two across and tap with your wand…” Professor McGonagall takes out her wand and teaches Rayleigh how to open the passage to Diagon Alley.
‘…tap three times.’ Rayleigh knows this part of the plot by heart.
But seeing the hole on the wall slowly expand still makes him feel the wonder of the magical world.
The hole grows larger and larger, and soon an arched passage appears.
Follow the passage to the end, and you can see Diagon Alley.
“Professor McGonagall, what if the trash can is moved by someone?”
“Child, you have asked a good question.” Professor McGonagall says approvingly.
“Actually, a Reparo charm has been placed on that trash can.
If someone deliberately moves it away, it will automatically return to its original position.”
“So that’s how it is!” Rayleigh suddenly understands.
Professor McGonagall continues to explain: “Moreover, since this entrance was set up, no one has ever tried to move that trash can.
All wizards coming and going know that it is the entrance to Diagon Alley and will not move it for no reason.”
“Even if someone really did that, we can still enter Diagon Alley through another method.” Professor McGonagall smiles mysteriously.
“For example, through the Leaky Cauldron’s fireplace using Floo Powder.
So do not worry, little Rayleigh.
Wizards always have a way to reach their destination smoothly.”
“Rayleigh, that is Gringotts, our wizards’ bank.” Professor McGonagall points at the building and says to Rayleigh, “It is run by goblins.
Inside are stored wizards’ gold, silver, treasures, and important items.”
“Wow, run by goblins?” Rayleigh widens his eyes.
“With no wizards watching, are they not afraid of theft?”
“On this point, the Ministry of Magic and the goblins have absolute confidence.
Gringotts possesses the most advanced anti-theft magic, which can ensure that the things inside are absolutely safe.”
“Then will there be amazing magical items in Gringotts?” Rayleigh asks expectantly.
“There are indeed some ancient and pure treasures, but more of it is wizards’ cash and important documents.” Professor McGonagall says with a smile.
“For example, the Hogwarts fund is established at Gringotts.
Every year, it allows young wizards from Muggle families to exchange a certain amount of Galleons.
Until they graduate.”
Professor McGonagall looks at Rayleigh: “Considering your situation, the school board has agreed to withdraw 100 Galleons for you.”
“So much?” Rayleigh’s eyes widen in surprise, but he still politely refuses Professor McGonagall.
“Professor McGonagall, thank you very much for you and the school board’s kindness, but I have already borrowed the tuition from Uncle Malfoy.” Rayleigh takes out a bulging money pouch from his wide robe.
It is heavy, yet no matter how it is shaken, it makes no sound.
“Uncle Malfoy lent it to me.
It should be enough.”
Professor McGonagall furrows her brow.
She has never liked the Malfoy Family: “Child, although it is not very good to say this, Malfoy’s help to you may come with conditions.
Have you really thought it through?”
Rayleigh smiles.
“Do not worry, Professor.
I will properly use these Galleons.
I think in a couple of days, the Ministry of Magic’s compensation should arrive.”
Professor McGonagall nods helplessly.
Most donations to the school fund also come from the Malfoy Family, but that and borrowing money from Malfoy are two different matters.
“All right.
Since you have decided, I respect your opinion.
In that case, going to Gringotts to open your student vault can wait a little longer.”
“Let’s first go buy robes and a wand.”
In Diagon Alley there is a more high-end clothing store, Twilfitt and Tattings, but parents unanimously choose Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions for their young wizards.
The school robes Madam Malkin makes not only have warming functions, they can also automatically repair and iron themselves.
A school robe that can be worn for 7 years would make her close her shop and go out of business directly.
Unless a customer directly requests it and pays the corresponding price, she absolutely will not sell it.
“Professor McGonagall, I did not expect you to personally bring a young wizard to Diagon Alley!” A witch wearing a deep purple robe warmly welcomes them.
Slightly short and plump, she is none other than Madam Malkin.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Madam Malkin introduces to Rayleigh the Hogwarts new student robes he needs to buy.
“Come, child.
Let us look at these clothes together.” Madam Malkin looks at Rayleigh, unable to imagine how this child could be so thin and weak.
She finds the smallest school robe according to Rayleigh’s figure and puts it on him.
It is still wide and loose, no wonder his original clothes needed pins to hold them together.
“This will not do.
Diminuendo.” Madam Malkin shakes her head and waves her wand.
The wide robe on Rayleigh visibly shrinks.
Rayleigh is only thin and weak; his skeletal development is normal.
When the shrunken robe fits at the shoulders, the sleeves and hem are too short.
“Dear, it seems the ready-made clothes in the shop are not suitable.
The robe, pointed hat, gloves, and even the cloak all need to be custom-made according to your figure.” Madam Malkin summons a measuring tape, and the tape automatically jumps onto Rayleigh and begins taking his measurements.
“Dear, would you like to drink a cup of coffee and wait a while, or come back later?” Madam Malkin notes down Rayleigh’s measurements and cannot help but sigh at what this child has been through.
“Can I get it today, Madam?” Rayleigh looks at his thin little arms and then helplessly at Madam Malkin.
“Of course.
Why not let Professor McGonagall take you to buy other things first?
I think when you come back after finishing your shopping, the clothes will be ready.”
“All right, Madam.
Then I will leave it to you.”
“Rest assured, I will make the clothes well.” Madam Malkin says with a smile.
“Go, child.
Go choose your wand and books.
I will hurry and make sure your new school uniform is ready on time.”
“I do not think the wand will need to be remade because of your figure.” Hearing Madam Malkin’s words, everyone laughs.
Professor McGonagall leads Rayleigh to the deepest part of Diagon Alley, where there is a crowded, narrow, shabby little shop.
In the shop window, a wand rests on a faded purple cushion for display.
The paint on the sign above the door has already been peeled away by time.
It reads: Ollivanders, established 382 B.C.