Dazzling sunlight casts on a stack of pots outside the door of the nearest store. Above the pot hangs a plaque: a cauldron made of copper, brass, tin-plated, silver, complete in models, self-stirring, foldable.

"Alright, come on, let's buy a crucible first. Then Newt walked to the Ganguo shop on his own.

"First of all, we need a crucible made of tin. Rolf saw his grandfather, who was holding a list of items that had been included with the notice of entry, and gesturing on it with his wand.

Looking at the automatic stirring pot on the counter, Rolf really wanted it, after all, the pot can move by itself, who wants to bother to stir it himself?

Out of the Patch Cauldron shop, they patronized a pharmacy that smelled of rotten eggs and rotten cabbage leaves.

Buckets of slimy stuff lay on the floor of the drugstore, jars of herbs, hay roots, and brightly colored powders lined the walls, and bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and dry claws hung from the ceiling.

As Newt buys a standard dose of various powders from the clerk at the back of the counter, Rolf looks around and realizes that he doesn't recognize the herbs at all.

Maybe he should major in herbs and potions? As for magical beast protection or something, he felt that he should be better than the professors at school.

After all, Newt used Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them to enlighten him.

Later, Rolf buys a cute snow sculpture at the Ella Owl shop in the Black Hole, after all, everyone likes cute and lovely.

After buying ink and parchment at the Transform Ink Stationery store, they were ready to go and make the robes to order.

Rolf looked at the parchment and quill in his hand and wondered if the Muggle world was already using ballpoint pens and printer paper, right?

Compared to ballpoint pens, the combination of quills and parchment paper is not only very slow to write, but you also have to be careful not to let the quill drip ink when writing, otherwise it may ruin the whole paper.

When Rolf decided to go back later, he would take his grandfather back on the subway, not wanting to endure the rotation of the washing machine any longer, and secondly, he could buy some Muggle school supplies along the way.

With a crucible in his arms and a textbook in his arm, Rolf, a laborer, staggered to his grandfather's shop for Madame Morkin's robes next to the Blotted Bookstore.

Seriously, Rolf really wanted to ask his grandfather if his precious grandson was more important or the treasure box was more important? He was going to die of exhaustion and couldn't expose the warehouse.

"It's time to buy you a uniform," Newt said, pointing to Madame Morkin's robes store, and pushed the door open and walked in.

Don't look at Grandpa has been wearing an aqua blue trench coat, but if you open his closet, you can find that all the clothes in it are the same style......

Because of this problem, Grandma Tina has quarreled with him more than once, but Grandpa's attitude is: I was wrong, but I won't change.

"Dear Mr. Scamander, it's a pleasure to meet you," a chubby witch greeted with a smile.

"Are you here to buy your grandson a Hogwarts uniform? Without waiting for Grandpa to say anything, the Lady Morkin, dressed in purple, continued.

Is she afraid that she will be cold? She is really a clever witch.

With that, he asked Rolf to stand on a footstool, put a robe on him, and pinned out a general position suitable for his length.

Rolf stood on the small stool with a blank face, and let the Lady Morkin, who was famous for magic, help him measure it.

"It's tried, dear," Rolf jumped down from the footstool as Mrs. Morkin finished speaking.

Then he continued to say expressionlessly, "Madam, let's go buy other things first, and come back later to get another robe." ”

"Of course, my dear, please take care of yourself. Mrs. Morkin still said with a smile on her face, as if she had been born with a smiling face, and such a person did make people look comfortable.

After about ten minutes, Rolf finally arrived at the last store of the shopping trip, the Ollivanders Wand Shop.

The gold-lettered sign on the door of this famous wand shop has fallen off and reads 'Ollivanders: Wands Made since 382 BC'.

In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

As they entered, there was a jingling bell from somewhere behind the store. The shop was small, with nothing but a bench.

Rolf sat down on the bench and waited, finally having a chance to catch his breath.

Shaking his sore arm, he put the bits and pieces of school supplies on the ground, and couldn't help but miss the convenient and fast online shopping without having to carry things by himself.

"Good morning. A soft voice startled Rolf, for there was a loud clatter of the stairs, and he quickly got up from the bench.

An old man stood in front of them, his large, light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

The old man said, "Good day, Mr. Scamander.

Twelve and three-quarters of an inch long, ash mixed with shells and animal bones, and the dragon's nerves as the core of the wand, a good wand for spellcasting. ”

"That's right, Mr. Ollivanders, your wand is as good as ever. However, I'm bringing my grandson today to buy a wand, and you can call him Rolf. ”

"Hmm. Mr. Ollivander said, glancing at him with a sharp gaze. "Okay, Rolf, come on. Let me see. ”

He pulled out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you use to use your wand?"

"I'm used to using my right hand. Rolf said.

"Put your arms up. He measured Rolf, first from the shoulders to the fingertips, then from the wrists to the elbows, from the shoulders to the floor, from the knees to the armpits, and finally to the circumference.

"Every Ollivanders wand has a super magical substance, and that's the essence of it," he said, "and most of us use unicorn fur, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves.

Remember, it's not you who picks the wand, it's the wand that chooses you.

Every Ollivanders wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same.

Of course, if you use a wand that is supposed to belong to another wizard, you will never have such a good effect. ”

When measuring the distance between the nostrils, Rolf suddenly realized that it was the tape measure that was operating automatically, and he didn't know what the distance of the nostrils had to do with the casting of spells.

Mr. Ollivander was shuttling between the shelves, busy picking out some long boxes to move down.

"Alright. He said the tape measure slipped to the ground and rolled up. "Well, try this one. Willow wood and snake nerves made. Thirteen inches long.

Yes, it's bouncy, you give it a try. Rolf tried to wave.

Mr. Ollivander snatched it back from his hand and said, "It doesn't seem to work for you, try this one again?"

Before he knew it, Mr. Ollivander had piled up boxes with wands at his feet, as if there was no wand for him as Rolf tried it out.

"Don't worry, child," said Mr. Ollivanders, reassuringly, "every little wizard will find his own wand here. ”

After speaking, he blinked very confidently.