"Twenty-seven, Mr. Ollivander, take your money. Bai Lang immediately took out the golden galleon and gave the money to Ollivander, and then his fingers turned, and the "wand" pulled out a stick, "This thing is quite handy!" However, Professor Sprout had already covered his face.

The four-foot-long sturdy oak stick, with a slightly thick end and a hexagonal head screwed into at the top, would allow an adult to hold it fairly comfortably, and of course it would break the skull if it hit a human head...... At the other end, a little thinner was nailed into what should have been a steel-made base, about an inch long with interlaced teeth at the bottom, enough to bite firmly on the slippery ground.

This wand is not light, it is not the kind of wand that is more than a foot and the same as chopsticks, and naturally it is not so light, and it takes a lot of wrist strength to swing such a wand. Professor Sprout seemed to want to say something, but she gave up all words when she saw Bai Lang delicately turn the stick to his own chin into a stick flower with a few fingers.

Bai Lang's strength seemed to this witch to be very great, and the fact that those coins could be grabbed by him with one hand and thrown on his back without being reduced by the weight of the magic bag proved that this kid's strength was not much worse than that of a werewolf or a giant, of course, he was about the same age.

After going to get the clothes, the professor sent Bai Lang home and took his leave, "Don't forget, this is your ticket, nine and three-quarters of the platform, don't be late." Goodbye, Mr. Lang. It seems that the professor still habitually calls Bai Lang's name. After Bai Lang said goodbye to the professor, he was not very enthusiastic about other things—those books were mostly typical of wasteful pages in his opinion, and he always felt that they were more like manuscripts than modern tomes. The paper is also vegetable parchment rather than real parchment, but it is quite pleasant to the touch.

The quill is too old in Bai Lang's opinion, and he will definitely bring a fountain pen with him anyway, in fact, he has another option to use an imitation quill but a finished product with a gold pen nib and an ink bladder - this thing can be bought in a department store in London.

There are no more satisfying things than two things - his wand and his uniform, the one in the front is quite handy and can smash some people's dogheads with Patton, and the one in the back has almost automatic ironing function, which is simply too easy for Bai Lang - English gentlemen generally never iron their own shirts.

Bai Lang found a few large suitcases and stuffed a change of clothes and books into them - at this time, he missed the suitcase that could fit a zoo in the movie of some kind of magical beast, but thinking about it, it was super expensive...... Besides, there is still time to take it slowly-he looked at the jade fish, and the state of the dead fish showed that he really had at least seven or eight years to stay here this time.

The cage of the owl is more troublesome, who asked Bai Lang to buy the eagle owl - this is one of the largest owl species, of course, it also has its own name, the lazy Bai Lang directly named it with a scientific name, "Promise me Bubo, don't run around when I let you go." It's just that in front of ordinary people, you're afraid you'll have to stay in a cage. "The cage is so big, more than a meter four in height and almost a meter in diameter......

The owl should be very smart, Bai Lang thought twice, and after feeding his own Bubo a lot of owl food and a dozen mice, he still smashed the cage and said to Bubo, "Bubo, you are also an adult owl, okay young owl, you should be able to find your own way." Well, I'll go to Hogwarts, how about you go to Hogwarts and wait for me? Then he let go of his eagle.

His eagle head flew away without looking back, but Bai Lang felt that if this bastard really never returned, he would only lose a dozen Galleons.

At ten o'clock in the morning of September 1st, outside King's Cross Station, Bai Lang pushed the luggage cart and began to look for the broken platform, along the way he found some young wizards and their families with his keen senses - I have to say that the wizards are actually quite careless, if you look closely, there are a lot of strange costumes, and if you listen carefully, you can hear a lot of flaws in the words of conversation between them. But all this went unnoticed by ordinary people who walked past them......

At half past ten, Bai Lang wandered through the entire King's Cross station, and with the help of his ticket, he entered the platform and began to look for the platform with the score. Thanks to the memory of one of the best passages in that scattered movie, Bai Lang found that place very well, and then he found that there were already a bunch of young wizards waiting with their parents.

They lined up in twos and threes and then disappeared, and at the same time, the ordinary people walking around actually turned a blind eye, which further strengthened Bai Lang's possible analysis of this situation during this period of time, "Maybe the wizard himself has the magic of reducing the attention of ordinary people, and ordinary strange behaviors will not be noticed by ordinary people, or if they do, they will naturally acquiesce to their reasonableness or forget...... And those things that are so impressive that they are hard to forget or are made by magic props, it is up to wizards to use the Oblivion Charm to clean up the aftermath. ”

He obediently lined up to the end, as if he had a little wizard like him who no one sent, and Bai Lang was at least inconspicuous for now - his wand was stuck in the trunk like a simple crowbar, and no one would think that it was a wand. And Bai Lang also thinks that the reason why this wand is like this is probably because of which Ollivander drank too much.

When it was Bai Lang's turn, he pushed the luggage cart directly into it, and then he ran through a short warm and dimly lit tunnel, and appeared at the station that seemed to be during the British colonial empire in the early last century, with a red steam locomotive in front of him, with many young wizards and parents walking around, and some people in uniform running around.

Bai Lang checked in the big luggage, but got into the carriage with a suitcase containing clothes and uniforms. Maybe he arrived early - wizards seem to like to get on the train at the last minute? Anyway, Bai Lang found that the carriage was quite empty, so he chose a private room at the back very casually, put his suitcase away, sat by the window and began to look out the window, of course, playing with his wand, a wand that can easily crack a human skull.

Time passed slowly, and there were more and more people on the platform, but Bai Lang didn't pay special attention to the situation, I don't know why no little wizard came in his box, and finally a little wizard with a round face came in, Bai Lang looked at him, "Hey hello, my name is Bai Lang." By the way, to use your accustomed phrase, Lang Bai, a new Hogwarts student. What about you?"

The guy still stutters a little, "Naville Longbottom." You, hello. Can I sit here?" Bai Lang smiled, "No problem, there can be four people in a private room." You may be seated. ”

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