"In the wizarding world, there are different currencies from the outside world, we use gold galleons, silver sikors and copper nats, 29 nats are 1 sikor, and 17 siqs are 1 galleon. Five pounds can be exchanged for one Galleon. A goblin who had nothing to do looked at Aitch from behind his glasses, and glanced at Professor McGonagall. In the past few days, Professor McGonagall may have brought a lot of little wizards to trouble them, and the owner should be this masked boy. "So, sir, what do you need help with?" The goblin was ready to check the money, and it opened the drawer under it, and the nice sound of coins made it look intoxicated. According to Professor McGonagall, the elves are second only to the dragons in their greed for wealth.

"Hello, can I use checks here?" Aitch asked a question that made it jaw-dropping. For a little wizard, no one would have that much money, and it actually got to the point of having to settle by check.

The corners of the elf's mouth already glistened with a hint of crystal, "Of course, oh yes, checks." Of course, no problem, but we have to confirm it a little longer. ”

"That's good," Aitch pulled out an adult wallet from his pocket, and escaped from a checkbook, generously writing down the amount that could be exchanged for a hundred thousand Galleons. "By the way, help me open a vault, thank you."

Professor McGonagall was visibly taken aback, she had never seen a student at her disposal for such a large sum of money when she entered the school. Sensing the inquiry, Aitch explained slightly shyly that his book was selling okay.

This is modest, the manuscript fee for five years of serialization of the novel, coupled with the best-selling publication of the book, allows him to pile up a few hills of Galleon with money in one bank account. In addition, he has the help of the world in his head, and has heard a little about the general trend of some stock markets, such as Microsoft, Apple's future high-priced stocks, as well as the financing of the research and development of the Internet, and the smuggling of the Soviet Union...... If all goes well, when the Soviet Union collapses at the end of this year, it will be possible for his friends abroad to earn a large sum of money in addition to smuggling, and it will be a huge dividend. Now even if he retires, the money in his hand is enough for him to eat and drink without worry for several lifetimes.

These things are all in the past, and they have nothing to do with the wizarding world, and if you talk about it, it will become "The Five Years of Each's Adult Millionaire", aside. Aitch had already let the elves go to work, first receiving the key to his vault and withdrawing a large bag of Galleons out of the Gringotts gates.

He went to buy a box with the Traceless Stretching Charm on it, and then went to buy a school uniform, which Professor McGonagall recommended him to Lady Makin's shop, where the clothes were said to be beautiful and comfortable.

Lady Magin was a stocky, kind sorceress dressed in lilac. "Honey, is it Hogwarts school?" As soon as Aitch was about to speak, Mrs. Makin said, "You will buy here a lot of what you need." In fact, even the prefects of Hogwarts are here to buy school uniforms, and one of them came yesterday. “

There was only another sorceress at the back of the shop, and Madame Magin had Aitch stand on a bench, slip a long measuring measure over his head, measure the number she wanted, and the scissors beside her consciously pulled out a piece of cloth and began to cut it to the proper length.

Clothes are cut by magic, even if they are custom-made, they can be picked up on the spot, and while Aitch was still wondering how the needle could pull the thread and sew the clothes herself, Mrs. Makin said, "Your clothes are ready, my dear." ”

Aiqi tried it, and it fits perfectly, and the smooth material has a nice feel.

Professor McGonagall had already said hello to him to go first, and she had something to do to get him to the farthest point where Ollivander hung up, where wands were sold. There were many shops along the way with things that Aitch needed on the list, and Professor McGonagall was obviously in a hurry, just pointing, panicking, and didn't even enter the door when Ollivander arrived.

Professor McGonagall is going back, in the direction of Gringotts. Aitch suddenly remembered that Professor Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort in the books, had met Harry and Hagrid in the Leaky Cauldron Bar. After Hagrid took the Philosopher's Stone, Gringotts was invaded, and it can be said that Professor Quirrell followed them to Gringotts.

Then the question is, the robbery of Gringotts must have been premeditated, so why did Professor Quirrell know that the Philosopher's Stone was in Gringotts, but he didn't know that the Philosopher's Stone was taken away by Hagrid. Instead of attacking Hagrid, what about robbing Gringotts?

Unless he got false information and didn't know where the Philosopher's Stone was, he made it as if Hagrid was taking the Philosopher's Stone to make sure it was still there or to store it. But in this way, Professor Quirrell has already been exposed. The Philosopher's Stone could be in Gringotts right now, or on Professor McGonagall, who had just left.

Aitch sorted out his thoughts in an instant, and suddenly felt a chill on his body, even in the summer, he couldn't help but be shocked by Dumbledore's scheming. Come to think of it, the games in Harry Potter Part 1 were as simple as if they were designed to give the Harry trio confidence.

Poor Professor Quirrell, no wonder he went to get the lunch box after the first part, and the Gringotts incident should have let him know that something was wrong.

But that's not what Aitch needs to think about right now, he should be pushing open the door of Ollivander like a good baby.

At the end of Diagon Alley, the shop is very narrow and shabby. The peeling gold letters on the door read: Ollivander. Since 382 BC he has been a good wand maker. In the dusty window, only a wand rests on a faded purple mat. Maybe it's the treasure of their town, and Merlin probably uses it. Aitch thought about many things, trying to forget the thought she had just had.

When he stepped into the store, a crisp bell rang out of nowhere. It's a very small place, with nothing but a chair. Aitch sat in this chair and waited, and Aitch thought it strange, as if they had walked into a very tight library, such as the British Library in London, quiet, and silent. He saw hundreds of tiny boxes almost piled up to the ceiling, and for some reason, he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck. The dust and silence here seem to have something to do with some kind of mysterious magic.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice said. Aitch jumped to his feet. A voice suddenly appeared behind him, and anyone would be startled.

An old man stood in front of them, his large, blue eyes shining through the dim darkness of the shop.

"Hello." Aitch replied tentatively, and the old man in front of him made people feel that if they spoke loudly, they would die suddenly.

"You are ......," said the old man, "oh, yes, your hair is exactly the same as your mother's, and she came here to buy a wand as vividly as yesterday." The wand she had bought was ten and a quarter of an inch long, made of very beautiful cypress, and it was a wonderful wand. ”

Mr. Ollivander approached Edge, who wished he could blink, his blue-silver eyes creepy.

"Your dad likes a wand made of mahogany, eleven inches long, easy to bend, but very powerful in the spell of transformation, and I say your dad likes that wand, but it's also the wand that chooses the magician."

Ollivander was so close that he and Aitch were going nose to nose. Aitch could see his own shadow in those misty eyes.

"I'm Edge." Aitch was introducing, and it seemed to emphasize something.

"Hmph......" Mr. Ollivander glanced at Aitch and said, "Well, now, our Mr. Aitch, let me see." He pulled out a long ruler with silver markings from his pocket, "Which hand do you use to hold a wand?" "Well, I'm right-handed." Aitch replied.

"Stretch out your arms, like this." He measured from Edge's shoulders to the tips of his fingers, from his wrists to his elbows, from his shoulders to the ground, from his knees to his armpits, and his entire head, and as he measured, he said, "Every Ollivanders wand has a core, made of the most powerful magical thing. Edge, we used unicorn hair, the feathers on the phoenix's tail and the dragon's heartstrings, and no two Ollivanders wands were the same, as if no two unicorns, phoenixes, or dragons were exactly the same. Of course, if you use another magician's wand, it won't end well. ”

Let yourself sit and wait for so long, and still chatter, no wonder Professor McGonagall would not want to come in,

Aitch suddenly realized that the tape measure was close, measuring the distance between his nostrils, and that Mr. Ollivander was walking around the shelf, taking the box down.

"All right," he said, and the tape measure shrunk into a ball and spread on the floor, "Next, Mr. Edge, try this." The heartstrings of the beech and lizard dragons, 9 inches, nice and flexible, take it and try to wield it. ”

Aitch took his wand and waved it a little stupidly. But Mr. Ollivander immediately took it back.

"Maple trees and phoenix feathers, 7 inches are extremely elastic, give it a try."

Aitch tried it, but before he could raise the wand, Mr. Ollivander took it back. I really don't know how he made sure that the fit between the man and the wand was perfect.

"No, no—this ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, bouncy, go ahead and try."

Aitch tried again and again, he didn't understand what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for, the wands he had tried had been piled higher and higher on the chair, but the more wands were taken out of the shelf, the happier Mr. Ollivander seemed to be.

"Difficult customer, but don't worry, we're sure to find one here that suits you, yes, why not—an unusual combination of holly and phoenix feathers, eleven inches, nice and soft."

But after Aitch slashed into another shelf, Mr. Ollivander snatched his wand back into the box.

"Then try this again, the sycamore wood and the phoenix feathers, ten inches and a quarter, the elasticity is very good, and it matches perfectly." Mr. Ollivander gently handed his wand to Edge's finger, and a beautiful bird of flame flew out of the tip of the wand and circled around Edge for several weeks before dissipating like a firework.

Mr. Ollivander shouted and applauded: "Good! That's great! It's amazing, it's so unusual...... Phoenixes are powerful magical creatures that save a lot of magic when you cast magic. It felt like he was marrying his daughter, happy and reluctant, "You have to treat it well." ”

Aitch paid six Galleons for the wand, and Mr. Ollivanders bowed and sent Aitch out of his shop. Ai Qi is sure that this old and immortal guy who is a thief must know something, just like the old lady and queen mother in the future novel "Langya Bang", who seems to be crazy, but in fact, he can understand it better than anyone else.