Ning An, who had planned to buy books, only to find that it was already dark after leaving Ollivander's wand shop. He thought about it and was not in a hurry at this time, so he simply went back to the cauldron bar to rest first, and then came back tomorrow to buy other things.

I walked down the winding cobblestone path all the way back to the archway, knocked on the brick wall again and returned to my room on the second floor of the bar. Ning An couldn't wait to open the box that packed the wand and took out the wooden wand that was all black. Playing with it in your hand, you have a feeling of falling in love with it.

The handle of the wand resembled a large coiled serpent that coiled around the wand to the thin top. Ning An took it in his hand and waved it gently, only to feel that the powerful energy in his body seemed to have found a window for catharsis, flowing down his arm to his fingertips, all the way to the wand, and then suddenly made a pop.

"Scared..."Ning An himself was taken aback, "It looks like it's powerful," he said to himself. Looking up at the window, seeing that the sun was no longer in the sky, and a crescent moon hung quietly in the air, Ning An put away his wand again and came downstairs, ready to find something to eat.

Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, said that he was underage, so he couldn't order butterbeer, and Ning An could only order a large glass of pumpkin juice and two corned beef sandwiches, plus a plate of roasted sausages and a small plate of oil snails.

Maybe it was because he was full of wine and food, or maybe it was the excitement of entering the magical world for the first time, Ning An felt a little tired after destroying a large table of meals.

When I returned to my room on the second floor, I first wrote a letter saying that I had found a place to live, a bar run by a wizard, and then wrote about my visit to Diagon Alley today. Ning An then hired the owl of the Leaky Cauldron to deliver the letter to Isabella.

Then he lay in bed and imagined the store he was going to visit tomorrow in Diagon Alley, "Well, the Blotted Bookstore is going to buy robes and crucibles... Do you want to buy an owl? Or do you want to buy a cat...? ”。 Thinking about things like this, Ning An fell asleep tiredly unconsciously.

There was nothing to do all night, and the next morning, Ning An got up early, went downstairs to eliminate a large glass of milk and corn chips, and ate a few pieces of raisin cake, and then he came to Diagon Alley.

Ning An's goal today is naturally the magic book he needs to use, but he is not ready to buy only the textbooks stated on the letterhead, he is ready to buy a little more, after feeling that he has a powerful magic power, Ning An feels that he may be able to learn a little more, learn a little faster, this is also out of his curiosity about magic and a certain desire-based thirst.

After passing by Madame Morkin's robes shop, Ning An saw this bookstore that was famous in the wizarding world, maybe because it was still early, there was no one in the store, he walked in silently and began to choose the books he needed.

"Well, Standard Spell is good... I'm going to have it from level one to level six, "Powerful Potion"? It looks like it's going to be useful..."Ning An picked them one by one, focusing on the two major aspects of spells and transfiguration, and he also bought a few of the remaining books on potion making, as for whether he would read them, it was not necessarily.

In the end, Ning An bought "Standard Spells" from level 1 to level 6, "Powerful Potion", "Beginner's Transfiguration Guide", "Intermediate Transfiguration" and "Advanced Transfiguration", as well as "Elementary Potion Making" and "Intermediate Potion Making", in addition to the books required by the school, Ning An didn't buy much in the history of magic, he was really not very interested in the history of wizards.

When checking out, the clerk looked at Ning An's book list and joked with him, "Oh kid, you're going to finish reading six years of books in advance, right..."

Ning An smiled and didn't answer, but in just two days, Ning An felt his desire for magic anomalously, he was eager to learn magic, eager to learn more spells, eager to learn Transfiguration, and become a powerful wizard.

If becoming a wizard in the past was just an ambition in his mind, then now he is really happy to be invited by Hogwarts, and Ning An is really in love with magic at this time.

Ignoring the clerk's jokes, Ning An carried a large bag of books, and hurriedly went to the Lady Morkin robe shop next door to buy a robe to wear at the beginning of school, and then went to the Patch Crucible shop to buy a brass retractable crucible.

Considering that he had no experience in raising them, and Ning An didn't think those ordinary beasts were of any use, he no longer went to see his pets, but went directly back to his residence.

In the room, he eagerly pulled out a standard mantra and perused it.

"Ah, the Flying Spell, let me see..."Ning An casually found a spell and studied it, and after a moment he drew his wand, as if preparing to try the spell he had just learned.

"I don't know that the Ministry of Magic's Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards is in my hands now." However, the Ministry of Magic's judgment on the casting of spells by minors seems to only find out where minors use magic, but it is impossible to know who it is, so Ning An is not too worried about being discovered.

Unable to hold back the desire to cast a spell in his heart, he waved his wand and whispered to a candle on the bedside cabinet, "The candle is flying!" ”

In an instant, Ning An felt a surge of heat, and in an instant, the wand in his hand seemed to have a powerful power, giving him a feeling as if he could do anything. Strangely enough, however, the candle remained motionless on the cabinet, unresponsive.

Ning An put down his wand, touched his chin and wondered, why didn't the spell succeed?

"The warm current just now should be the flow of magic in the body, obviously I feel a strong power, summoning a candle, it should be a breeze for me." Ning An was a little puzzled, but the next moment, he suddenly remembered what he said in the book, concentrated his thoughts, and recited the incantation.

"Yes! I only think about spells and magic, but I ignore the importance of mental power. Ning An suddenly realized, he suddenly understood that in casting spells, not only did they need strong magic power and correct use methods, but they also needed strong beliefs, that is, willpower or spiritual power.

For example, when using the death curse Avada Suo Life Curse, Ning An remembered that this spell required a strong belief in killing the other party, although he didn't know if he remembered it correctly, but now he felt that it should be like this.

So he grabbed his wand again, and focused his mind on the candle, "The so-called concentration of thoughts is not to stare at it, the flying spell should be able to summon things that are not in front of you." Ning An thought silently in his heart, so he slowly closed his eyes, but in his heart he focused his mind on the candle he wanted to summon.

It may sound impossible to concentrate your mind on something you can't see, but it's not as difficult as you think, just like an ordinary person misses a friend in his heart that he can't see, and the two are the same.

Ning An concentrated his thoughts, and suddenly he raised his wand and shouted loudly, "The candles are flying!" The next second, he felt a heavy thing slip into his hand, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the candle flew into his palm with the candlestick.

"Haha, it's done" Ning An laughed happily.

Although he failed to achieve the subtle effect of controlling the candle to leave the candlestick and fly alone, he cast a magic for the first time, which made Ning An feel extremely happy.

"Well, look at it again, aha, this spell is interesting..."Ning An was completely immersed in joy, and then he experimented with spells one spell after another, although he still couldn't figure out the essentials of many complex spells, but several simple small spells were successfully cast by him.

It wasn't until late at night that Ning An realized that he had come back at noon, and he hadn't even drunk a sip of water until now, and he had been practicing spells.

"Oh my God, this spell is fascinating." Ning An couldn't help but sigh, he had just been completely immersed in the wonderful magical world.

"Gudu" didn't know if it was because practicing magic had consumed a lot of energy, but Ning An noticed that his stomach was protesting against him.

"Well, I don't know if there is anything to eat at this time..."Ning An sighed and muttered, if Tom had fallen asleep, he would probably have to go to bed hungry tonight.

However, when he walked down the stairs, he realized that his worries were unnecessary, this was a ruined cauldron! At night, even more lively than during the day, the hall was bustling with people, many witches and witches dressed in different clothes, gathered around their tables, chatting and sipping butterbeer.

"Oh! Thank God. Ning An came to the bar in praise.

"Hey, Ann, what? Oversleeping in your room? Tom looked at Ning An with a grin in a "I understand" look.

Ning An ignored his inexplicable smile, ordered a small bowl of French onion soup, a plate of hot sausages and a meat-filled mashed potato cake, and ate it with great interest.

For the rest of the day, Ning An almost stayed at home, in addition to staying in the room every day to read the magic books he bought, and experimental spells, he would go downstairs to eat something, and sometimes if he encountered an incomprehensible spell or prescription, he would also go to the Blotted Bookstore to see if there were any books that could help.

In such a life, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is time to take the bus to school.

Ning An packed his luggage, a few sets of change of clothes, a black robe, a change of clothes, a crucible, a lot of books, and the ebony wand, which Ning An pinned to his waist.

After cleaning up, Ning An lay back on the bed quietly, suddenly missing Isabella in his heart, silently waiting for the train to Hogwarts that he was going to take at platform nine and three-quarters tomorrow at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.