Lady Mokin's shop.

（Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions）

When Gawain pushed open the curtain hanging in the doorway, he and Elsa were greeted by a stocky woman in a purple robe.

The shop is small, with an orange-yellow wooden counter at the door, and silver hangers with all kinds of robes.

The woman was standing right behind the counter.

"Welcome, both. Ma'am, are you here to buy him clothes for school?"

The woman waved her wand and summoned two chairs.

Because Colin "had a whim" and "wanted to know about the wizard's potion shop", "volunteered" to purchase balances, crucibles and other items, Elsa was responsible for bringing Gawain to buy clothes and wands.

"Good day, I'm Elsa, he's Gawain. Like you said, he needs a set, um..."

Elsa thanked the woman in the purple robe and took out the list.

"Plain overalls, a peaked hat, and a winter cloak, right? I'm the owner of the shop, and they usually call me Mrs. Morkin. Most of the Hogwarts students choose to have their robes made with me. ”

But before Elsa could begin to read, Lady Morkin smiled understandingly. She stepped out of the counter and over to Gawain, taking a closer look at him.

"Your name is Gawain, what a handsome little wizard, come with me. ”

Before Gawain could react, Mrs. Morkin tugged at the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him to a mirror in the depths of the store, where he stood on a footstool.

With a light flick of the wand in her hand, two tape measures floated out, measuring all aspects around his body.

It's not so much that this is measuring the size, but that Gawain is being played with by these two tape measures.

On the sidelines, his mother, Elsa, ignored the scene and looked at the pointed wizard's hat carefully.

"What a good eye you have, this hat is under a constant cleaning spell and will not get dirty no matter how long it is left. ”

While recording the data, Mrs. Morkin beckoned Elsa and introduced her.

"Do you undertake customization here?"

As if careless, Elsa asked, and took off the wizard's hat and handed it to the counter.

Perhaps because Lady Morkin had become accustomed to transforming the robes for Hogwarts freshmen, the process took much less time than Gawain had imagined. In less than half an hour, he and Elsa had already finished shopping for the clothes they needed and walked out of the store.

"Now it's time to buy wands. Mrs. Morkin said that there was only one wand shop called Ollivander in Diagon Alley and in the whole of England, just at the end of the street. ”

Gawain looked at the map on the side of the street, poked Elsa, who was thinking about how to customize a normal evening dress, and pointed to the end of the street.

Although he did not need to go through the trouble of convincing his parents to allow him to enroll, as many "Muggle" young wizards do.

But he had a feeling.

It seems that his parents are more interested than him?

"It seems like I'm the one who started school on September 1st, right? Probably. Should... Sure... It's me. ”

Although this is a good thing.

But Gawain inexplicably felt a little subtle.

Struggling to get some of the messy thoughts out of his mind, he dragged Elsa to the end of the street, looking for the wand shop. Luckily, it didn't take much effort this time for him to find his goal.

"Ollivander, staff making began in 382 BC"

At the end of the alley, Gawain found a copper sign with this text written on it. The golden sign itself is mottled and dilapidated, and there is a concern that it will suddenly fall off one day due to rain or wind.

It's a humble storefront, with only one window with a lone box. Inside the box, on a purple velvet cushion, is a slender black wand. The inside of the store is small, cramped, and smells strange all the time.

If it weren't for the fact that a young wizard had just come out of it with his parents in his hands and a brand new wand in his hand, Gawain would have even suspected that this was actually the junction of some shady business, or simply a haunted spot.

"Anyone?"

Pushing the letter open the wooden door suspiciously, Gawain carefully examined the shop.

Not far in front of him, there was a narrow black counter and a bench, as if to signify "I'm actually a shop".

But beyond that, there are only layers of black shelves and high straight ceilings.

"Wait a minute!"

A wheezing voice came from behind the counter, but Gawain couldn't see half of it.

It was a moment before a short old wizard stepped out from behind the counter, his black robes covered in dust.

"I'm sorry, but the kids were very picky about wands, and it took me a while to calm them down. Do you need a new wand?"

Ollivander's large, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop, staring straight at Gawain. The voice sounded soft, as if floating on a cloud, and he felt a little uncomfortable being overly noticed.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander. ”

Gawain nodded in reply, which made Ollivander smile.

"Ah, yes, polite boy. Are you left-handed or right-handed?"

As if he had found some treasure, Ovander carefully measured it with a ruler after Gawain raised his right hand.

Height, arm length, knuckle length, and even the distance between arms, head circumference are not missing. As he measured, he recorded, his eyes shining brightly.

This light is no stranger to Gawain, and every time he sees Colin excitedly telling Elsa about his new project, his eyes glow like this. Elsa and Gawain would listen carefully and show their support.

It took a few moments for Ollivanders to finally look satisfied, put the ruler back under the counter, turned back, and retrieved a large number of long boxes on the shelf.

"Try this handle, 13.3 inches, poplar wood, unicorn fur as the core. ”

He took one out of the pile of boxes, opened it, pulled out a wand, and handed it to Gawain.

The moment Gawain took the wand, he felt the wand tremble slightly, as if excited, and the tip of the wand even flashed a few golden rays.

"Looks like we're lucky, it's full..."

Ollivander laughed in his soft voice, and countless experiences had taught him that this was how a wand behaved when it chose its satisfactory owner. But before he could finish speaking, the wand suddenly burst out of Gawain's fingers, floated in the air, rubbed his hand, and then fell back to the counter.

"Well, it looks like this wand has something else in mind. ”

Facing Gawain, who looked confused, Ollivanders wanted to scratch his head secretly.