Chapter 5 Diagon Alley
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
On the second day, the Halls turned down all their work appointments, just to wait for the professor of the so-called magic school.
"Won't they make an appointment in advance?"
Mrs. Hall, who waited aimlessly, began to complain.
"Er... I don't think it's written in the letter at least."
As soon as Eli finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
"Oh, say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!"
Eli shrugged.
Mrs. Hall rose to answer the door.
Although I am at home today, the home clothes have been carefully selected by Mrs. Hall.
Simple yet dignified, comfortable yet elegant.
Open the door, there is a very tall witch standing outside the door.
Her hair was tied tightly in a bun, and she looked very serious.
Wearing an emerald green robe, I have to say that although it is very elegant, only wizards would wear it like this.
Of course, Eli and the others might not know that this was specially dressed by Professor McGonagall because he was coming to a Muggle family.
She hadn't put on her pointed wizard hat yet.
"Hi, is this Hall's house?"
Well, the standard aristocratic style, it is undeniable that, as a talented and successful witch, Professor McGonagall is really very elegant.
Mrs. Hall was not disappointed, "Yes, you are a professor from Hogwarts, please come in."
Mrs. Hall led Professor McGonagall into the house.
Professor McGonagall's first impression of this family was very good. She visited many Muggle families, and they were always noisy.
The decoration style of this Muggle family also made her feel very good, simple, grand, and meticulous.
Mr. Hall stood up to pay his respects, and Professor McGonagall readily returned the salute.
Nice and polite.
"Hello, Professor. I am Eli Hall's father, Ernest Hall, and this is his mother, Doris Hall."
Professor McGonagall also introduced himself, "I am the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall."
Mr. Hall smiled and nodded.
Eli was used to his parents' sudden seriousness.
"Professor McGonagall, since this is the first time we have come into contact with your magic school, can you introduce it to us? For example, the faculty?"
Professor McGonagall smiled.
Just kidding, compared to the strength of teachers, who were we afraid of at Hogwarts?
The principal is the greatest white wizard of this century, and among the professors are contemporary duelling masters, potion masters, transfiguration masters, and herbal medicine masters.
Just ask this configuration, who else?
After Professor McGonagall's introduction, the Hall couple had a certain understanding of this magic school.
At least judging from the names of so many professors, it shouldn't be bad.
Mr. Hall said sternly again: "Professor McGonagall, excuse me, I wonder if you can show us the magic."
Professor McGonagall readily accepted. In fact, this requirement is basically the standard for Muggle families.
She took out a slender wand and aimed it at the vase on the table.
Eli could clearly feel that a subtle magic power emanated from Professor McGonagall's wand, covering the vase like mercury.
The vase changed for a while, and finally turned into a white cat, with its head up and its tail up, full of air.
Although they had already seen Eli's magic yesterday, seeing such an exquisite magic today still made them feel a little unbelievable.
But good self-cultivation allows them to maintain a good image.
I have to say that compared with the yelling of other Muggle families, the Hall family is a breath of fresh air.
Back then, there was even a family of Muggles who fainted on the spot after being frightened, and insisted that she was a devil after being saved by her spell.
Of course, as a college professor, how can he be rough on the parents of the students?
Just a forgetting spell.
"I think the two of you should prepare Eli's school supplies as soon as possible, which is on the list in the letter."
Professor McGonagall made a reminder.
"Of course, it's just that we really don't know how to get to that Diagon Alley. I wonder if you can lead us there?"
Professor McGonagall readily accepted.
The time they agreed upon was tomorrow morning.
……
Soon, it was the appointed time and the agreed place.
"Eli, did you see that Leaky Cauldron?"
Mrs. Hall looked all over, but could not find it.
Of course, Mrs. Hall couldn't find it, because the Leaky Cauldron was cast with the Muggle Repelling Curse, and all passing Muggles would subconsciously ignore him.
Eli dragged the elders to the door of the bar, opened the door and entered.
"Oh! Why didn't I notice this bar just now?"
Mrs. Hall was very surprised.
The Leaky Cauldron was full of wizards, and they unconsciously looked at the few people who broke in suddenly.
It can be seen from the clothes that this should be a little wizard of Muggle origin in Hogwarts.
Several people meet Professor McGonagall at the bar.
The professor tapped the wall a few times with his wand, and the bricks shrank and retreated to both sides.
A world like a paradise is presented in front of several people.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
The Hall family has clearly been attracted by the special style of Diagon Alley.
The alley seemed a little cramped, and there were people coming and going, full of all kinds of people in wizard costumes.
The shops on both sides can be said to have different styles.
"I suggest that we go to Madam Malkin to order school uniforms first, but before that we need to go to Gringotts to exchange for Galleons. Muggle money won't work here."
Gringotts is a crooked white building staffed by little goblins.
The Halls exchanged a lot of Galleons for Eli at once.
When he came out, Mr. Hall was still lamenting the wonderful exchange rate of the wizard currency.
1 Galleon was equal to 17 Sickles of Silver, or 493 Knuts of Copper.
After customizing a school uniform for Eli, Professor McGonagall proposed to split up.
Professor McGonagall and the Hall couple purchased crucibles and other utensils for Eli, and Eli went to Ollivander's wand shop to buy wands.
The idea fit Eli's fancy.
Eli came to the wand shop alone.
It says so on the signboard.
"Ollivander, a fine wand maker since 380 BC."
Ollivander, a master wandmaker.
Walking into the store, a complex, old woody smell hits the face.
"Oh, freshman from Hogwarts!"
A silver-haired old man suddenly appeared.
"This old man rubs his hands all day long, and he doesn't make a sound when he walks."
Eli cursed to himself.
And Ollivander looked at Eli's face and was lost in thought.
"In fact, if I remember correctly, you remind me of an old customer. I remember every customer who comes to my store. Who is your elder?"
Ollivander looked at Eli questioningly.
Eli's heart skipped a beat, he almost forgot about this buggy old man.
His memory is unbelievably good, and he can tell exactly what wand he was sold to, no matter how far back.
To be precise, he remembered selling the wand.
Eli had a face that was roughly similar to Lily's, so it must have reminded him of something.
He quickly explained, "Sir, I'm from a Muggle family."
Ollivander was taken aback for a moment, and then said apologetically, "Oh, sorry, it seems that I'm getting confused."
After speaking, he turned around and brought a soft ruler, but the doubts on his face did not dissipate at all.
The soft ruler measured Eli's body as if it was alive.
Eli couldn't help being a little puzzled, why do you need to measure your body size when buying a wand?
Doesn't the data change when you grow up?
He asked the question, "Sir, I don't really understand, why do you need to measure your body?"
Ollivander said without raising his head, "For good luck."
"Sure enough...huh? What are you talking about?"
"Picture auspicious."
Ollivander turned to fetch a wand, and Eli was sure, with a sly look in his eye.
"I didn't expect to be shown by this guy."
Eli didn't want to ask any more questions, so as not to be shown off again by this old man with strange routines.
"Apple wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, powerful, but not suitable for black magic, try it."
Eli took the wand and waved it lightly.
boom!
A powerful shock wave slammed into the side counter, smashing it to pieces.
"Oh……"
Eli looked at the wand with glowing eyes.
Ollivander was a little sluggish, "Oh, it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit, I should change it."
Eli had a different idea.
Good guy, just one swing has such great power, wouldn't it be invincible when used for fighting?
That's a fucking Voldemort.
He looked at Ollivander with bright eyes that seemed to say, "Boss, that's all I want."
Ollivander also looked at Eli with a bad expression on his face, which was very obvious.
"No you don't want to."
Eli, who saw what Ollivander meant, had no choice but to return the wand with an embarrassing expression.
Ollivander took another one out, "Willow, unicorn hair, twelve inches, very suitable for transfiguration."
Eli took it, and lit it to the flickering lamp beside it.
There was a whoosh, and the peanut-sized flame seemed to be fueled with gasoline, burning wildly.
"Oh no! Definitely not this one!"
Ollivander took the wand back again, ignoring Eli, who looked reluctant.
In this way, the boxes next to him piled up higher and higher, and the sweat on Ollivander's forehead grew more and more.
He had never seen such... such a rough guest!
Every wand looked very violent and powerful in his hands.
"Maybe, try that."
He seemed to have thought of something, turned around and trotted into the depths of the container.
"The little old man is quite lively."
After a while, Ollivander opened a box with a mysterious expression.
"Yew, Thestral tail hair, thirteen and a half inches. An odd combination. Very odd and very ominous."
Eli was confused by the old man's sudden chatter, it was weird and ominous, you are not trying to kill me!
Ollivander didn't take out his wand, but handed it to Eli along with the box.
Eli picked up his wand with a strange expression, as if nothing happened.
A gloomy light emerged from his body, the magic power and wand were trembling, and gradually formed a resonance.
A wave emanated from the wand, and Ollivander beside him felt palpitations for no reason.
Eli only felt that the wand seemed to be connected to him, like an extension of his arm.
"I think, that's it!"
Ollivander hesitantly gave the definition.
"Today is really troublesome for you."
Eli was a little sorry, after all, Ollivander's shop was about to be redecorated.
"It's okay kid, this is a common thing, seven Galleons, thank you for your patronage."
Ollivander said he was fine, but when he caught a glimpse of the mess, the corners of his eyes kept jumping wildly.
Eli gave Garen happily, and then left.
"Remember, child, the wand chooses the wizard."
Eli smiled and didn't object, at least on film.
He left the store.
Ollivander murmured: "Master the power of death."
He turned around and saw that there was a mess all over the floor, "Oh! Merlin's big pants!"
"Won't they make an appointment in advance?"
Mrs. Hall, who waited aimlessly, began to complain.
"Er... I don't think it's written in the letter at least."
As soon as Eli finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
"Oh, say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!"
Eli shrugged.
Mrs. Hall rose to answer the door.
Although I am at home today, the home clothes have been carefully selected by Mrs. Hall.
Simple yet dignified, comfortable yet elegant.
Open the door, there is a very tall witch standing outside the door.
Her hair was tied tightly in a bun, and she looked very serious.
Wearing an emerald green robe, I have to say that although it is very elegant, only wizards would wear it like this.
Of course, Eli and the others might not know that this was specially dressed by Professor McGonagall because he was coming to a Muggle family.
She hadn't put on her pointed wizard hat yet.
"Hi, is this Hall's house?"
Well, the standard aristocratic style, it is undeniable that, as a talented and successful witch, Professor McGonagall is really very elegant.
Mrs. Hall was not disappointed, "Yes, you are a professor from Hogwarts, please come in."
Mrs. Hall led Professor McGonagall into the house.
Professor McGonagall's first impression of this family was very good. She visited many Muggle families, and they were always noisy.
The decoration style of this Muggle family also made her feel very good, simple, grand, and meticulous.
Mr. Hall stood up to pay his respects, and Professor McGonagall readily returned the salute.
Nice and polite.
"Hello, Professor. I am Eli Hall's father, Ernest Hall, and this is his mother, Doris Hall."
Professor McGonagall also introduced himself, "I am the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall."
Mr. Hall smiled and nodded.
Eli was used to his parents' sudden seriousness.
"Professor McGonagall, since this is the first time we have come into contact with your magic school, can you introduce it to us? For example, the faculty?"
Professor McGonagall smiled.
Just kidding, compared to the strength of teachers, who were we afraid of at Hogwarts?
The principal is the greatest white wizard of this century, and among the professors are contemporary duelling masters, potion masters, transfiguration masters, and herbal medicine masters.
Just ask this configuration, who else?
After Professor McGonagall's introduction, the Hall couple had a certain understanding of this magic school.
At least judging from the names of so many professors, it shouldn't be bad.
Mr. Hall said sternly again: "Professor McGonagall, excuse me, I wonder if you can show us the magic."
Professor McGonagall readily accepted. In fact, this requirement is basically the standard for Muggle families.
She took out a slender wand and aimed it at the vase on the table.
Eli could clearly feel that a subtle magic power emanated from Professor McGonagall's wand, covering the vase like mercury.
The vase changed for a while, and finally turned into a white cat, with its head up and its tail up, full of air.
Although they had already seen Eli's magic yesterday, seeing such an exquisite magic today still made them feel a little unbelievable.
But good self-cultivation allows them to maintain a good image.
I have to say that compared with the yelling of other Muggle families, the Hall family is a breath of fresh air.
Back then, there was even a family of Muggles who fainted on the spot after being frightened, and insisted that she was a devil after being saved by her spell.
Of course, as a college professor, how can he be rough on the parents of the students?
Just a forgetting spell.
"I think the two of you should prepare Eli's school supplies as soon as possible, which is on the list in the letter."
Professor McGonagall made a reminder.
"Of course, it's just that we really don't know how to get to that Diagon Alley. I wonder if you can lead us there?"
Professor McGonagall readily accepted.
The time they agreed upon was tomorrow morning.
……
Soon, it was the appointed time and the agreed place.
"Eli, did you see that Leaky Cauldron?"
Mrs. Hall looked all over, but could not find it.
Of course, Mrs. Hall couldn't find it, because the Leaky Cauldron was cast with the Muggle Repelling Curse, and all passing Muggles would subconsciously ignore him.
Eli dragged the elders to the door of the bar, opened the door and entered.
"Oh! Why didn't I notice this bar just now?"
Mrs. Hall was very surprised.
The Leaky Cauldron was full of wizards, and they unconsciously looked at the few people who broke in suddenly.
It can be seen from the clothes that this should be a little wizard of Muggle origin in Hogwarts.
Several people meet Professor McGonagall at the bar.
The professor tapped the wall a few times with his wand, and the bricks shrank and retreated to both sides.
A world like a paradise is presented in front of several people.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
The Hall family has clearly been attracted by the special style of Diagon Alley.
The alley seemed a little cramped, and there were people coming and going, full of all kinds of people in wizard costumes.
The shops on both sides can be said to have different styles.
"I suggest that we go to Madam Malkin to order school uniforms first, but before that we need to go to Gringotts to exchange for Galleons. Muggle money won't work here."
Gringotts is a crooked white building staffed by little goblins.
The Halls exchanged a lot of Galleons for Eli at once.
When he came out, Mr. Hall was still lamenting the wonderful exchange rate of the wizard currency.
1 Galleon was equal to 17 Sickles of Silver, or 493 Knuts of Copper.
After customizing a school uniform for Eli, Professor McGonagall proposed to split up.
Professor McGonagall and the Hall couple purchased crucibles and other utensils for Eli, and Eli went to Ollivander's wand shop to buy wands.
The idea fit Eli's fancy.
Eli came to the wand shop alone.
It says so on the signboard.
"Ollivander, a fine wand maker since 380 BC."
Ollivander, a master wandmaker.
Walking into the store, a complex, old woody smell hits the face.
"Oh, freshman from Hogwarts!"
A silver-haired old man suddenly appeared.
"This old man rubs his hands all day long, and he doesn't make a sound when he walks."
Eli cursed to himself.
And Ollivander looked at Eli's face and was lost in thought.
"In fact, if I remember correctly, you remind me of an old customer. I remember every customer who comes to my store. Who is your elder?"
Ollivander looked at Eli questioningly.
Eli's heart skipped a beat, he almost forgot about this buggy old man.
His memory is unbelievably good, and he can tell exactly what wand he was sold to, no matter how far back.
To be precise, he remembered selling the wand.
Eli had a face that was roughly similar to Lily's, so it must have reminded him of something.
He quickly explained, "Sir, I'm from a Muggle family."
Ollivander was taken aback for a moment, and then said apologetically, "Oh, sorry, it seems that I'm getting confused."
After speaking, he turned around and brought a soft ruler, but the doubts on his face did not dissipate at all.
The soft ruler measured Eli's body as if it was alive.
Eli couldn't help being a little puzzled, why do you need to measure your body size when buying a wand?
Doesn't the data change when you grow up?
He asked the question, "Sir, I don't really understand, why do you need to measure your body?"
Ollivander said without raising his head, "For good luck."
"Sure enough...huh? What are you talking about?"
"Picture auspicious."
Ollivander turned to fetch a wand, and Eli was sure, with a sly look in his eye.
"I didn't expect to be shown by this guy."
Eli didn't want to ask any more questions, so as not to be shown off again by this old man with strange routines.
"Apple wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, powerful, but not suitable for black magic, try it."
Eli took the wand and waved it lightly.
boom!
A powerful shock wave slammed into the side counter, smashing it to pieces.
"Oh……"
Eli looked at the wand with glowing eyes.
Ollivander was a little sluggish, "Oh, it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit, I should change it."
Eli had a different idea.
Good guy, just one swing has such great power, wouldn't it be invincible when used for fighting?
That's a fucking Voldemort.
He looked at Ollivander with bright eyes that seemed to say, "Boss, that's all I want."
Ollivander also looked at Eli with a bad expression on his face, which was very obvious.
"No you don't want to."
Eli, who saw what Ollivander meant, had no choice but to return the wand with an embarrassing expression.
Ollivander took another one out, "Willow, unicorn hair, twelve inches, very suitable for transfiguration."
Eli took it, and lit it to the flickering lamp beside it.
There was a whoosh, and the peanut-sized flame seemed to be fueled with gasoline, burning wildly.
"Oh no! Definitely not this one!"
Ollivander took the wand back again, ignoring Eli, who looked reluctant.
In this way, the boxes next to him piled up higher and higher, and the sweat on Ollivander's forehead grew more and more.
He had never seen such... such a rough guest!
Every wand looked very violent and powerful in his hands.
"Maybe, try that."
He seemed to have thought of something, turned around and trotted into the depths of the container.
"The little old man is quite lively."
After a while, Ollivander opened a box with a mysterious expression.
"Yew, Thestral tail hair, thirteen and a half inches. An odd combination. Very odd and very ominous."
Eli was confused by the old man's sudden chatter, it was weird and ominous, you are not trying to kill me!
Ollivander didn't take out his wand, but handed it to Eli along with the box.
Eli picked up his wand with a strange expression, as if nothing happened.
A gloomy light emerged from his body, the magic power and wand were trembling, and gradually formed a resonance.
A wave emanated from the wand, and Ollivander beside him felt palpitations for no reason.
Eli only felt that the wand seemed to be connected to him, like an extension of his arm.
"I think, that's it!"
Ollivander hesitantly gave the definition.
"Today is really troublesome for you."
Eli was a little sorry, after all, Ollivander's shop was about to be redecorated.
"It's okay kid, this is a common thing, seven Galleons, thank you for your patronage."
Ollivander said he was fine, but when he caught a glimpse of the mess, the corners of his eyes kept jumping wildly.
Eli gave Garen happily, and then left.
"Remember, child, the wand chooses the wizard."
Eli smiled and didn't object, at least on film.
He left the store.
Ollivander murmured: "Master the power of death."
He turned around and saw that there was a mess all over the floor, "Oh! Merlin's big pants!"
