"This, this is ......" little Erfanlin was a little speechless in surprise, obviously, the scene in front of him has completely subverted the Erken father and son, who have been living an ordinary life. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, two Mr. El!" the bartender laughed, and it was obvious that the expressions of the two men in front of him made him very proud.

"Dragon's liver, 18 sike one gram, dragon heart 1 galleon one gram!"

"Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper, the latest way out of the prophet's daily newspaper, the magical mage Gilderoy Lockhart has a new book!" a newspaper boy ran by.

"Dear sir, you need a copy of the latest Daily Prophet, just 2 Sico. The newspaper boy looked at Mr. Al, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Two silver west, right?" said Mr. Al, fumbling through his handbag and pulling out a gold Galleon.

"Yes, sir. He took the gold galleon from Mr. Al, "This is the change I found for you." ”

Mr. Eyre took the change from the boy's hand and the so-called Daily Prophet, and spread out the newspaper, and the first face of the original page was the Dean Dunbridore whom he had met that day and had talked with for a long time.

"Why do the people in the photo move. It's amazing!" Mr. Eyre looked at the freshly bought newspaper, where Dumbledore was giving his speech, and the figure swayed twice from time to time on the podium, and it was clear that Dumbledore was not very fond of the constant flash.

And the little Erfanlin on the side wished that he had 6 eyes, so that he could observe everything around him at 360°C, people, and affairs!

"The latest kind of crucible, self-ignition, foldable, rotating without dead ends, you deserve it. "It's a shop that buys crucibles, and the crucibles of various materials sparkle in the sunlight.

Little Elfanlin looked up again, it was a pet shop, in front of the shop, owls of all colors were constantly flying around, and he also saw a mouse-like animal hanging upside down on an iron rod that came out horizontally.

"That's a mouse, why does it have wings? Little Elvarin pointed to the creature he didn't recognize.

"Van Lin, that's always a bat. My little friend. ”

Obviously, Erfanlin, who has been studying well at home, is really happy today, especially when little Erfanlin saw a young man who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, took out his magic wand and gently tapped his companion, and when the little brother who was traveling with him immediately grew a pig's nose, little Erfanlin's whole person became extremely excited, and his eyes burst out with unimaginable brilliance. It was only now that little Elvalin was finally sure that he had really come to the world of magic. He pinched himself hard, and the pain in his leg told him he wasn't dreaming!

"Look at that boy, the two eyes are different colors, different pupils, so beautiful. ”

Hearing someone talking about him next to him, little Elfanlin smiled politely at the ladies, then turned around and tugged at Mr. Al's sleeve.

"Dad, let's go to Mr. Ollivanders' wand shop where Dean Don Bridore said, I can't wait to have a wand of my own!"

Little Al tugged at Mr. Al's sleeve and took two quick steps forward.

"Hurry up, Daddy. ”

Mr. Al turned his head and smiled apologetically at the ladies who had just praised his son, and then trotted up with little Al Van Lin, and slipped into the crowd.

I don't know how long I walked, but I trotted in the direction of the largest building that I could see at the entrance to Diagon Alley.

"Where the hell is that?" little Elvarin walked back and forth through the crowd, constantly looking at the shops on both sides of the road, but unfortunately he was too small to be able to do it.

"Van Lin, Van Lin, stop. Mr. Al quickly chased two steps forward, and grabbed little Erfanlin, who was about to continue running.

"What, Dad, it's just a pet shop, I don't think I have much time for pets at school. ”

"I suppose you still need an owl, otherwise, how would you contact me at school, Mr. Dumbledore said, Hogwarts doesn't have a cell phone signal. ”

Touching little Elvanlin's head, "Look there, hairy boy, I think this is where you want to go." ”

Following Mr. Al's finger, a black-colored façade shop sits there, with green windows and inlaid with transparent glass, and the owner loves to be clean. A large brown plaque hung above it, with the words "Ollivanders Wand Shop" written on it, and a wooden rod painted in black was on the far right of the plaque, and Alvarin recognized it at a glance, it was a wand. Little Al had just seen it.

Cheering and running to the other side, through the window, Alvarin saw a number of small boxes piled up there.

There was a knock on the door, and with the clanging of the doorbell, Al and his son walked into the shop.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" Alvarin called to the shopkeeper as he looked around him.

"Excuse me......"

There was a thud, interrupting what Elvarin was about to say. A ladder slid out of the shelves full of boxes. A white-haired old man also appeared in the field of vision of Al and his son with the ladder, white eyeballs and blue pupils, but they looked a little cloudy, proving that the old man's eyes were not particularly good.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ollivander?" Little Elvanin took a small step back, obviously frightened by the way the old gentleman in front of him left the factory, thinking to himself, what if the old gentleman fell, after all, he was so old.

"Yes, little sir, I am Ollivander. As he spoke, Mr. Ollivander walked briskly down from the ladder, and with a flick of his wand, a tape measure bounced off the ground, as if someone were operating it, carefully measuring the width of the shoulders, the length of his arms, his height, and all other data that could be measured. Then Mr. Ollivander plunged headlong into the cargo rack.

"Uh, hello, Mr. Ollivander, my name is Alvaning, I think, I need a wand, I heard you are the best wand maker here. ”

As he spoke, the tape measure had finished measuring it, and as if it had lost its magic, it fell back to its original place.

There was a rush of footsteps from the shelves, and Mr. Ollivander walked up to Alfanlin, holding a long box in one hand, and reached out to take a brown uh-uh-uh wand from the box, and shoved it into little Alvanlin's hand.

"Mr. Al, give it a try!" Ollivander looked at the little Elvanlin in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Uh, I'm sorry, sir, what should I do?" Although little Elvalin finally held a wand, which made him excited, it was clear that little Elvalin didn't know how to use his wand to release magic.

"Well, just wave it, and you'll be fine. ”

With a pale golden light flashing, the water bottle that had been placed on the table exploded violently.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander. Alvarin hurriedly put his wand back into Mr. Ollivander's hand. And raised his left hand.

"Reparo" A golden-red light flashed between his fingers, and the water bottle that had exploded was immediately restored to its original state.

Mr. Ollivander took a deep look at the ring on little Alvanlin's left hand, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then looked into little Elfanlin's eyes, and looked at it for two seconds, as if he had found the answer, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"It's okay, Mr. Al, it's clear that this wand is too aggressive for you. ”

Turning around, Mr. Ollivander plunged headlong into the stack of cargo racks again, looking for a wand for little Alvaning.