“Merlin!
An explosion?
Was the vault door blown open?” Josh widens his eyes.
“Did the goblins not say the thief did not succeed?”
“Tsk, it is not the first time we know the official statement cannot be trusted.
A few days ago, the Ministry of Magic also said they did not imprison the wrong person!” Sara secretly leans closer and says in a low voice: “The thief successfully opened the vault, but the owner of the vault had already taken the things inside earlier, so the thief did not succeed.”
Rayleigh, standing to the side, listens to that deep female voice and wonders how this witch thinks she has lowered her voice.
But the witch’s words do remind Rayleigh.
When Hagrid brought Harry Potter to Diagon Alley, they ran into Quirrell, whose head was wrapped in a turban, at the Leaky Cauldron…
Rayleigh felt it is better for him to stay far away from Mr.
Savior.
Around Harry there is nothing but trouble.
The facts are indeed as this witch says.
Hagrid took the Philosopher’s Stone first, causing Quirrell to gain nothing and almost get caught by the goblins.
‘The Philosopher’s Stone.
A magical item that grants immortality and can turn stone into gold.’ Rayleigh remembers that the maker of the Philosopher’s Stone lived a very long time.
The name is somewhat awkward to say.
To be honest, if the Philosopher’s Stone were placed in front of him, he would absolutely take it for himself.
After all, who does not crave immortality?
‘Alchemy.
It seems like a good thing.’ Rayleigh adds Alchemy to his plans after enrollment.
Scene after scene from the plot he watched in his previous life emerges before his eyes: Voldemort, Quirrell, Dumbledore, Harry, and the three-headed ‘pet dog’.
“Professor McGonagall!
Professor McGonagall!” Rayleigh spots Professor McGonagall’s figure in the crowd and hurriedly raises his bags and waves.
“Rayleigh, it seems you did well.
Everything is bought.” Professor McGonagall sees Yuumi in the backpack on Rayleigh’s chest and nods.
She then looks at the big and small bags hanging on Rayleigh and cannot help shaking her head.
“Professor, everything is bought!” Rayleigh turns around once to let Professor McGonagall see the results of his shopping.
“Rayleigh, next time you see Elvin, be sure not to listen to him randomly.
It is best to make a list first and buy according to what is on it.” Professor McGonagall thinks Rayleigh, under Elvin’s bombardment of sales pitches, muddleheadedly bought so many things. Visit novelping . com for the full chapter.
She sighs.
“If you cannot refuse Elvin, even if you buy his entire shop, he can still keep selling you more things.”
“Professor, actually I really did not buy much in the Junk Shop…” Rayleigh explains sincerely.
Merlin above, most of it was bought at the Magical Menagerie.
“It is fine.
Just be careful to distinguish in the future.” Professor McGonagall takes the bags for Rayleigh and leads him toward Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions.
“Such a small kitten needs your careful care.
When you get to Hogwarts, you can learn about magical creatures from Hagrid.”
“Hagrid?
Professor, is he as impressive as Mr.
Newt?” Rayleigh of course knows who Hagrid is, but he does not know much about Newt.
“Newt, ah, an old friend of mine.
He is an outstanding magizoologist.” Professor McGonagall thinks of this old friend of hers, and a nostalgic smile appears on her face.
“Hagrid is also very impressive.
Since childhood, he has had an affinity and understanding for all kinds of magical creatures that surpasses ordinary people.
I believe that under his guidance, your knowledge of magical creatures will definitely improve greatly.”
“Now, we should go pick up the robes.” Professor McGonagall pushes open the door of the robe shop.
Madam Malkin sees them and brings over a black robe with a smile.
“Come try it!
I guarantee this outfit will absolutely fit!” Madam Malkin has Rayleigh put the bags on the chair beside him and signals the young man to put it on and try.
“What a handsome young man.
The girls at Hogwarts will definitely be charmed by you!” Madam Malkin says with satisfaction.
She brings over the newly made pointed wizard hat and puts it on Rayleigh’s head, then drapes the cloak over him.
Rayleigh looks at himself in the mirror and cannot help straightening his back.
‘Madam Malkin’s craftsmanship is indeed exquisite, no wonder all the young wizards of the entire British magical world come to her shop to have their school uniforms custom-made.’
“Still missing something!” Madam Malkin claps her hands and tilts her head in thought for a moment.
“Yes, still missing a tie!” Madam Malkin bustles over to the clothes rack nearby and selects a slender silver-green tie.
Professor McGonagall sees the tie in Madam Malkin’s hand, and her expression becomes somewhat hesitant.
But considering that new students have their houses determined by the Sorting Hat, she stops worrying about its color.
The young wizard in the mirror is somewhat thin and weak in body, but after putting on the full set of wizard robes and tie, his whole figure looks completely renewed. Visit novelping(.)com for the full chapter.
Professor McGonagall also has to admit that Rayleigh has an indescribable aura.
Perhaps because he was mistakenly locked in Azkaban since childhood, this aura gives people a contradictory feeling of calm and depth, like a storm about to surge up from the depths of a calm ocean.
“It fits very well!
I knew the school robes I made would not have any problems!” Madam Malkin looks at the young wizard in the mirror with relief.
“Rayleigh, if you agree to let the robe shop use your photograph for publicity, I can give you all your clothes during your school years for free.”
A young wizard’s full set of school uniforms, including two sets for winter and summer, plus dragon-hide gloves, comes to no less than 30 Galleons for the whole set.
For any family in the magical world, this is not a small amount of money.
Considering Rayleigh’s school uniform is made separately, and the materials are clearly several grades higher than those on the mannequin, the price must be even more expensive.
“Madam Malkin, your craftsmanship is truly excellent!” Rayleigh refuses Madam Malkin’s suggestion.
“I think it is better to pay according to the original price.”
Madam Malkin looks at Rayleigh with regret and respects the young wizard’s opinion.
“Thank you very much, Madam Malkin.
Although I cannot have my photograph publicly hung outside for the shop’s publicity, I can give it to you personally as a gift.”
“Oh, dear, you are too kind!” Madam Malkin happily hugs Rayleigh.
“Seeing you children happily wearing the school uniforms I made is my greatest joy.
I will definitely keep the photograph you give me well.”
“When I get to school, I will take some more photos and send them to you.” Rayleigh says with a smile.
“Wonderful.
Then it is settled!” Madam Malkin narrows her eyes and high-fives Rayleigh to seal the agreement.
“It is getting late.
We should also go to Gringotts.” Professor McGonagall reminds them.
“Then we will take our leave, Madam Malkin.
Thank you again for making such a perfect school uniform for me.” Rayleigh waves goodbye and refuses the 50 percent discount Madam Malkin offers.
“Go, my little sir.
I look forward to your letters and photographs!” Madam Malkin holds a camera, inside which is a magical photograph of Rayleigh wearing the full set of school robes.
“Professor, is Gringotts not sealed off?” After leaving Madam Malkin’s robe shop, there is one more bag in Rayleigh’s hands.
Fortunately, Professor McGonagall helps share the burden, so he is not unable to walk.
“Only temporarily.
For those goblins at Gringotts, being closed for even one minute feels like losing 1000 Galleons.” Professor McGonagall complains.
Those goblins’ passion for gold coins runs deeper than anyone else’s.