Bai Lang followed behind the professor, and the first thing he saw was the crucible shop, with a big advertisement on it, "Crucible, all sizes, pure copper, brass, tin, silver, automatic stirring, retractable." The professor took Bai Lang into the store, this place is full of crucibles, Bai Lang is too lazy to choose, anyway, he vaguely remembers that the crucible in the movie is similar to the large soup pot at home, so he decisively chose the crucible of the tin pan - bought a set of small to large, matryoshka dolls.

"Actually, just one is enough. "But that's okay. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry uniforms, first-year students will need: 1. Three plain overalls (black) 2. A plain peaked hat (black) to wear during the day3. A pair of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or similar materials) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver buckle) Please note: All student clothing must be decorated with a name tag. Well, now let's go to the Madame Morkin Robe Specialty Store. ”

Lady Morkin is a stocky witch who seems to have a good relationship with the professor, and Bai Lang maliciously thinks that this may be because they are all short-fat type witches. "Okay, dear. Let's measure it. "This tape measure will automatically climb up to Bai Lang's body, and then measure the size one by one. Interestingly, Bai Lang didn't find other "classmates", maybe it was because of the unfortunate timing of his arrival?

The tape measure was quite mischievous, it seemed to be trying to measure everything it could, and Bai Lang grabbed it and threw it away as it crawled into his pants. "Well, wait a minute. Lady Morkin smiled and ran to the back, while the professor left with Bai Lang, "Before Lady Morkin is done, let's go buy books and wands, do you want a magic pet? Oh, not very much? Okay, let's go buy books first." ”

The Blotted bookstore is the kind of bookstore that is common in the UK, and the shelves are full of books, but Bai Lang is not too interested in this, what makes him think it is interesting is that there are too many types of books, from books larger than people to books the size of postage stamps, and even he doesn't know how to read them when he sees a wordless book. Of course, the title of the book is quite attractive, but Bai Lang felt that if there was any powerful magic, at least he didn't have to expect to find it in this kind of publicly sold print.

According to the requirements on the book list, Bai Lang quickly filled up the books and periodicals - in fact, the people in the bookstore had already prepared them, and packed all the first-grade textbooks into bundles, and the little wizards only needed to pay. "Don't you want an owl, my dear, trust me, you'll need it when you study at Hogwarts. ”

Under the leadership of Professor Sprout, Bai Lang walked into the Ella Owl Store, which was full of bird feathers and smell, it was pitch black, but Bai Lang was a night eye, and he could see it quite clearly-since he had cultivated the true intention of the tiger form, Bai Lang had also obtained the ability of the night eye--innate masters were deaf and clear-eyed, and even those who had practiced supernatural powers, and the night eyes were really common.

There are owls of all sizes inside, even the clerk looks like an owl, with a round head and a round head and a round head with hair and falling bird feathers, Bai Lang doesn't have many choices, he directly takes a fancy to the biggest owl, "Please give me that eagle owl." As for Professor Sprout, when Bai Lang walked out, she had already handed Bai Lang a leather bag into Bai Lang's hand, "Standard medicine powder." ”

"We need a wand at the end, and then grab your uniform and go back. Professor Sprout said.

The last shop was small and broken, with a gold sign on the door peeling off and the inscription: Ollivanders: A Wand 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. Bai Lang looked at the thousands of boxes that were messily built up and touched the ceiling, "I suspect that most of them are empty boxes, otherwise this store will be too successful in doing business, and it won't be able to sell thousands of wands...... but he didn't say this.

Mr. Ollivander was an old man, and his eyes were light and glowing. "Mr. Bai, it's good. What kind of wand do you like? Oh no, you might prefer your own strength? Come on, let me see......" The old man pulled out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you use to make your wand?"

Bai Lang is also quite bad sometimes, "Oh, I have both skillful hands, and it's okay to use any hand." Ollivander glanced at Bai Lang a little reproachfully and shook his head, "Aha, the Weasley twins, you remind me. ”

"Put your arms up. Good. He measured the white waves, 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 from the circumference of the head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivanders wand has a super magical substance, and this is the essence of it, Mr. Bai Lang. We used unicorn fur, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves. 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. ”

"I guess he'll say this to every little wizard, and say, this thing isn't a consumable thing, and this business can only be done once, and there's really no money. Of course, Bai Lang's broken thoughts still didn't say it. But by this time, the old man had already climbed to a high place, and it didn't take long to move down dozens of boxes. "Let's try this, seven-inch, mahogany phoenix feathers......" Bai Lang didn't feel anything when he held this thing, it was just a wooden stick.

The painful and long wand test activity began, Bai Lang did not respond to each wand, and sweat even appeared on the old man's forehead, he glanced at Professor Sprout, and Professor Sprout did not smile but said quite seriously, "Hogwarts can't go wrong. ”

"Okay, okay. What a demanding guest......" Mr. Ollivander wiped his sweat, not to mention him, even Bai Lang was a little sweaty after wielding so many little sticks—purely annoying. Old man Ollivander burrowed into the depths of the store, and the box on top suddenly collapsed. Bai Lang stood up, thinking about whether to get in and pull the old man out so as not to be crushed to death.

However, the old man crawled out on his own, and before Bai Lang could make a move with Professor Sprout, he dragged out a dusty, extraordinarily long box that seemed to be about to fall apart. "This must work, made by Ollivanders four hundred years ago. The box fell apart the moment he finished speaking, and in Ollivander was a long ...... "cane?" Bai Lang muttered, and even Professor Sprout frowned.

"Four feet, oak texture, trimmed with brass, dragon heartstrings. With obvious frustration on his face, Ollivander handed the cane to Bai Lang, who just held it in his hand, and immediately colorful fireworks burst out from both ends of the cane. "Okay, okay. Four hundred years of ......" Bai Lang was sure that what he wanted to say was "overstocked goods", but the old man Ollivander did not continue, "Sorry boy, this wand needs twenty-seven Galleons. ”