The two of them came to the back of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, a small patio surrounded by walls and a garbage bin.

Aberforth stood in front of a wall, hammering with his wand.

"Remember, count three pieces up from the bin and two pieces up the horizontal mile, and don't make a mistake, or I can't guarantee what will happen."

"Well, remember, my memory is always good."

As we talked, a small hole appeared in the brick wall, and then slowly formed a wide archway that led to a cobblestone street that winds and turns with no end in sight.

"Welcome, though this isn't your first time here."

"Yes, but I still thank you."

Young and old looked at each other and smiled, and strode forward, the archway behind them gradually narrowing, and finally turning back into the original solid wall.

Coming out of Diagon Alley, the closest to them is the Patch Cauldron Shop.

The two men walked over, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, Ralph said to Aberforth:

"Don't pay for me anymore, I'll be angry."

"Hahaha, okay, do you bring enough money? Do you want to go to Gringotts to withdraw money? Aberforth looked at him like "I'm fierce" and laughed uncontrollably, causing everyone around him to look at him for a moment.

Ralph's face flushed, and he pulled Aberforth to walk briskly towards the store, and said, "Bring enough, definitely enough." He also took out his shape-shifting lizard skin wallet and gestured.

Just as they entered the store, a series of conversations erupted in the sparse crowd outside.

"Is that Ralph Alvey?"

"The one next to Aberforth? That's it. ”

"Oh my God! Poor little Alvi has come to Diagon Alley. ”

While Ralph was at a loss for what to do with the crucibles, news of his arrival in Diagon Alley had spread through every shop.

There are many types of crucibles in the store, including pewter crucibles, brass crucibles, copper crucibles, silver crucibles, gold crucibles, automatic mixing crucibles and collapsible crucibles.

"Pewter, standard size No. 2." Aberforth said.

"How do you know?" Ralph asked.

"I also said that I have a good memory, isn't it clearly written on the admission letter?" Aberforth replied dismissively.

"Okay." Ralph pulled out the leaflet of the notice, and it was.

Aberforth snorted twice.

"Hello sir, a pewter crucible, standard size 2. Pack it up and send it here. Ralph said to the shopkeeper and wrote him an address.

"Yes, little wizard." The shopkeeper took the note and looked up at Ralph, "Are you Mr. Alvey?" ”

"Yes, just call me Ralph." Ralph replied politely.

"It's a good boy, so be it, this crucible will be given away, and I won't take your money."

"How can this be done, sir, how difficult it is to make money."

At Ralph's insistence, the shopkeeper agreed to sell the crucible at cost and accept Ralph's consignment fee.

Until Ralph left the shop, the shopkeeper was still muttering, "What a child! When I go back tonight, my wife will be better for me. ”

His eyes were full of hope.

Walking out of the shop, Ralph stared at Aberforth, his eyes accusing him of irresponsible behavior.

"What's the matter, do I have something on my face?" Aberforth touched his face suspiciously, not at all with the teasing look in the shop.

"I just died of embarrassment, do you know, oh my God! What the hell is going wrong! Ralph lamented.

Next, Ralph enjoyed the "poor child" discount under the gaze of the growing number of passers-by, and bought a set of glass or crystal vials, a telescope, and a brass balance at the Wizeek magic supply store;

I bought textbooks that I didn't have at home at the Blotted bookstore;

Three sets of plain overalls (black), a plain peaked hat (black) for daywear, a pair of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or similar materials) and a winter cloak (black, silver buckle) were ordered at Madame Morkin's robe-shop;

All packed up for the owl to deliver back.

I bought two ice creams at the Florin Fosco Ice Cream Shop and asked Aberforth for one.

Eventually, the two stumbled to the Ollivanders Wand Shop.

It was a small, dilapidated shop with a peeling gold sign on the door that read: "Ollivanders: A Well-Made Wand Since 382 BCE."

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

Carefully pushing open the antique door, they stepped inside.

It was a small shop, with nothing but a bench in the corner. Thousands of narrow cardboard boxes with magic wands were piled up from floor to ceiling, and a thin layer of dust fell everywhere.

There was a jingling bell from somewhere behind the store.

Aberforth sat down on a bench and waited.

Ralph looked at the crowded surroundings and didn't like it a little.

"Good morning." A soft voice said, pulling Ralph back, "It seems that you are not very happy with me. ”

"Good morning, you're too crowded, I don't like it very much." Ralph replied honestly.

"Okay. Are you a little wizard who is entering this year? Mr. Ollivander looked at Ralph, his large, light-colored eyes like two moons in the dim shop.

"Yes, I'm Ralph Alvey, you can call me Ralph."

"Ralph? So you're Ralph. ”

Ralph glanced wistfully at Aberforth beside him.

"Aberforth! Aberforth Dumbledore! It's such a pleasure to see you again...... Mahogany, dragon nerves, 14 and 1/2 inches long, right? ”

Noticing Aberforth on the side, Mr. Ollivander said cheerfully.

"Yes, Garrick, your memory is as good as ever." As he spoke, Aberforth also glanced at Ralph, as if to say, look at you, people's memories are good.

Ralph shrugged.

"Alright, Ralph, come on. Let me see. Mr. Ollivander pulled out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, "You use that hand." ”

"Huh? Right hand. Ralph said.

"Put your arms up. Yes, that's it, good boy. ”

He measured Ralph from his shoulders to his fingertips, from his wrists to his elbows, from his shoulders to the floor, from his knees to his armpits, and finally to his head circumference, and of course the distance between his nostrils, all of which were measured automatically by a tape measure.

Mr. Ollivander was promoting his wand concept as he shuttled from shelf to shelves, picking out some long boxes to move down.

"Alright, let's try this one first, Ralph." He said, the tape measure slipped to the ground and rolled into a ball, "Spruce wood, phoenix feathers, 11 inches, it's hard, swing it and try it." ”

Ralph took the wand and was about to wave it when a flower sprang out of the wand, and the wand flew out.

Mr. Ollivanders' face was a mixture of joy and dismay, and he immediately picked up his wand:

"It's not for you, try this one, purple shirt, dragon nerves, 10 inches."

This time it was different, a soft ball of light full of life appeared on the tip of the staff, and then, again, it flew away.