The next morning, Isabella finally agreed to Ning An's request to go to Hogwarts in another bombardment, in fact, she thought about it for a night last night, and after sorting out her thoughts, she finally accepted the matter, Ning An had to sigh that he was really an open-minded old man.

In this way, Ning An set off for London alone with his luggage, and before leaving, Isabella gave Ning An some money to buy the books and other things he needed, which also touched Ning An very much, and said that he would write a letter to the owl to send it back.

In the subway, a 10-year-old boy carries a large satchel alone, and although it may not necessarily call the police to help him get home, it is also somewhat eye-catching.

Ning An had no choice but to hurriedly squeeze through the crowd after arriving at the station, climb the stairs and return to the ground, he looked down at the note in his hand, and muttered "Hmm...... I'll see, Westminster, Charlie Cross......" he said, glancing up at the name of the stop sign that had just come out.

"That's right, Charlie Cross...... Leaky Cauldron Bar, it seems that some have been found. The letter sent did not indicate the specific number of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, so Ning An had to drag a large satchel and find it on this bustling street.

"Hmm...... It's not the one who sells the discs...... ...... who sell clothes No, the one who sells burgers...... Uh, get me a beef burger......" Ning An took out a few pieces of change, and took the subway all the way, he hadn't eaten all day, and now he was really hungry.

"Where should I go to find a shabby little bar......" Nibbling on a hamburger, Ning An looked at the crowded street a little speechlessly, but where his gaze swept, between the two shops, there was a narrow dark entrance, and Ning An could barely see a tattered signboard hanging on it, "Leaky Cauldron Bar".

"Aha, I found it." Ning An excitedly carried her luggage and got into this bar that seemed to be completely unnoticed.

Although it looks like a very dilapidated small bar from the outside, after walking in, Ning An found that it was unexpectedly spacious. There are more than a dozen tables in the bar, probably because of the daytime, and there aren't many people. Several guys in black robes gathered around a table, hoods covering their faces.

Ning An's arrival caused the guests in the bar to glance up, and then they continued their conversations, as if because Ning An didn't have anything to pay attention to.

Ning An was also happy, he walked quickly to the bar, because of his lack of height, he climbed a high round stool, and barely managed to make himself look at the bar owner in front of him, who had stripped his hair and looked like a walnut.

Seeing Ning An, he smiled enthusiastically and said, "Oh! Hello, you can call me Tom, I'm the boss here...... Look, I'm guessing you're a new student at Hogwarts...... Haha, don't worry, the people here are friendly...... But what about your parents? …… Did you come alone...... Oh, what a courage, I think you can go to Gryffindor......"

I don't know why he suddenly talked endlessly, maybe it was because there were too few guests and he hadn't spoken for a long time? Ning An had to laugh dryly, but fortunately, Tom finally noticed his verbosity. He said with a shrug

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so happy, you're the first student to host this year, so...... What do you want to order? ”

Ning An smiled and waved his hand, and said softly, "It's okay Mr. Tom, I don't know if there are any empty rooms on the second floor, I think I have to live here for a while." ”

"Of course there is, it only costs two gold gallons for a week, it's cheap and affordable." Tom exclaimed, exaggeratedly.

Ning An patted his head, and suddenly remembered that he was still holding pounds in his hand, so he could only whisper in a somewhat embarrassed voice, "Can you take me to the room first, I'll put my things away, and then go to Gringotts to exchange some Galleons ......"

"Of course, this is a preferential treatment for young wizards who are new to the industry! Right! Hahaha. Although it was a little verbose, it seemed that the owner of the place was still a kind person, and Ning An, led by Tom, came to a small room on the second floor and put away some luggage that he didn't need for the time being.

After putting down his luggage, Ning An hurried downstairs, bypassed the bar of the bar, and came to a small patio with walls on all sides, and he took out the enclosed letter from his arms

"Hmm...... Count three pieces on top of the trash can. As he spoke, he came to a green trash can with a lid and counted three bricks upwards.

"Count two more horizontally...... Let me see. Ning An counted two more bricks horizontally.

"Tap three more times...... Oh...... Knock three times. Ning An found a brick that looked very ordinary according to the instructions on the letter, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the brick as if knocking on the door.

Immediately after that, the whole wall seemed to come to life all at once, like a fast-moving labyrinth of planes, constantly expanding and contracting, and finally revealing a wide archway.

Ning An walked into the archway in amazement, walked through a winding path, and finally came to a cobblestone street.

"This is Diagon Alley?" Ning An raised his head and looked into the distance, and at a glance he saw the tall white building, Gringotts, the bank opened by the goblins.

Squeezing through the crowd of people on the street, Ning An walked all the way towards Gringotts, he still didn't bother to admire the dazzling array of goods on both sides of the street, although he had a lot of pounds in his pocket, this thing could not buy an owl feather in Diagon Alley.

Time passed in a hurry, and Ning An remembered that it was still around eleven o'clock in the afternoon when he came to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, but it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. He exchanged more than 300 gold gallons from the goblins, and some silver and copper nuts as change.

In any case, Ning An, who was carrying a huge amount of money of hundreds of gold gallons, had undoubtedly become very confident at this time, and he couldn't wait to go to Ollivander's store and choose a wand for himself. But before that, maybe you can go to the Blotted bookstore first? Originally, Ning An was going to buy a lot of magic books.

Ning An walked down the street of Diagon Alley, he was about to pass by the store he needed first, and buy something first, but after walking two steps, a small, dilapidated shop came into view, and the peeling gold letters on the sign read, "Ollivander: A well-made wand since 380 BC"

Ning An excitedly pushed open the door of the store, and a jingling sound sounded, and he walked in cautiously.

"Hello." A soft greeting suddenly sounded, and Ning An saw an old man standing beside him, wearing a black robe, and his moon-like eyes twinkled at him.

"Hmm...... Hello, I think I need a wand......" Ning An saw that the old man didn't speak, so he said softly, I don't know why, in this quiet shop, he always felt a little nervous.

"Oh, of course, every wizard will need a wand, and it will be the only companion that will accompany him for the rest of his life." The old man finally spoke, and he leaned in front of Ning An and looked at him carefully.

"I'll see, huh...... Orientals, rare customers, you must be picky, but Ollivanders is sure to meet your needs. As he spoke, he pulled out a tape measure and asked, "Customary arm?" ”

"The dominant hand is the right hand, sir......"

"Okay, let me measure it......" He lifted Ning An's right hand, from his fingertips to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his toes, and measured all the places of energy.

"Ah, what a ...... I want to think about it......" As he spoke, he turned around and returned to the back of the counter, and after a while, he took out a box and handed it to Ning An and said, "Come on, take it out and try it, elm, nine inches long, suitable for personable people......"

Ning An took the box and opened it gently, inside was a delicate wooden wand, he slowly picked up the wand and rubbed it with his hand, but in the next moment, Ollivander snatched the wand from his hand.

"This won't work...... Well, try this again. As he spoke, he handed over a hazel ** staff from another box, and whispered, "Come, fir, eleven inches, especially suitable for Transfiguration......"

Ning An reached out again and took the wand, took it in his hand and waved it, but the wand did not react in the slightest.

Ollivander frowned and grabbed the wand back again, muttering "No problem, I guessed, don't worry, there's this next...... Oh, look at this, ebony. As he spoke, the old man took out a pitch-black wooden wand from the box and handed it to Ning An with a solemn expression.

“…… Ebony, ten and three-quarters an inch long, a core made of the nerves of a viper, aha, how could I forget...... A very unusual rod core, very powerful, extremely strong, and also suitable for Transfiguration...... It is also loved by many dark wizards......"

Ning An took the wand, he swiped lightly into the air, and suddenly there was a "poof" sound in the air, and a few wisps of black smoke overflowed from the tip of the wand, condensing but not dissipating, changing its form in the air, just like a giant snake spitting letters.

"Oh! Looks like that's him, sir. Ollivander exclaimed, he walked over, approached Ning An's face, looked at Ning An with a pair of pale eyes that could barely see the color, and said seriously: "No matter what kind of wand, it is controlled by its wizard, sir, remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard." ”

After saying that, the old man regained his friendly smile, "Seven gold Galleons, thank you for your patronage, Mr. from the East." ”

Ning An took out 7 glittering gold coins, handed them to the old man, and stroked the whole body of the black wand, the handle of the wand is a winding spiral ornament, which is very textured in his hand, Ning An found that he suddenly couldn't wait to give it a try, and used this wand to cast magic.

"Well, the next stop is the Blotted Bookstore." Ning An said silently in his heart.