Hogwarts, where the stars shine

With that all-important wand issue out of the way, it’s naturally time to consider the other items on your shopping list.

Therefore, as soon as Mesa walked out of Ollivander's Wand Store, she went straight to the second-hand robe store across the street.Mesa wanted to go to the Tuofan clothing store on the south side of Diagon Alley, but who said he was short of money and couldn't afford it?

Although they are both on the south side of Diagon Alley, there is a world of difference between the second-hand robe shop and the extraordinary clothing store.

The Tuofan clothing store has clean windows and is spacious and bright. The clothes sold in the store are all high-end products, and the people who come and go in the store are also wealthy people from the magical world.

The second-hand robe shop looked dirty, with dim lighting and dust in the air.The display in the store is even more messy, and you can smell a strong musty smell as soon as you enter the store.

This pungent smell comes from the old clothes of different styles and sizes hung on the racks. The clothes hung high resemble prisoners being hanged on the gallows, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

The person who entertained Mesa was a young wizard with an unshaven beard. He spoke very fast like a barrage of words. He looked impatient even when he measured Mesa.

However, Mesa didn't care about the cold reception from the clerk. He walked to a row of shelves and picked out suitable clothes on his own.According to the list, Mesa needs three plain black wizard robes, plus a black plain pointed hat.

Although this store gives people a bad shopping experience, the quality of the used clothes sold here is pretty good. Although they all look dusty, there are no insects, damage, or open threads that Mesa is worried about. Quality issues.

Therefore, Mesa quickly selected the clothes he wanted to buy, a black wizard robe and a pointed hat, and a thick black cloak with silver buttons for winter.

Probably because Mesa was happy to pay, the owner of the second-hand robe shop was also very helpful. He not only gave Mesa some discounts on the price, but also gave Mesa an extra name tag that could be attached to the clothes.

Next stop in Mesa is the thrift store, right next door, next to the second-hand robe shop.

Here, Mesa can buy most of the items on the shopping list: a cauldron with a thin bottom, a set of dusty glass vials, a rusty brass telescope, and a telescope with obscured scales. Balance.

Additionally, the textbooks Mesa needs for this school year can be purchased at the thrift store.

These second-hand books were not piled on the ground as imagined, but were neatly placed on the bookshelves deep in the store, and the clerk also made simple classifications.

This makes finding target books much easier for Mesa.

Mesa first pulled out a copy of Miranda Goshart's "Standard Spells: Elementary" from the bookshelf, and began to read and examine it line by line and page by page.

In this way, you can not only confirm whether the pages of old books are stained, stuck, or have missing pages, etc., but you can also check whether there are any personal notes in the books.If there are notes, are the handwriting neat?

Mesa's approach has many benefits, but it is very time-consuming. Others have already purchased the book, and he may only open the second book.

So by the time Mesa left the thrift store, the sun was setting and a brilliant red glow had filled the sky.

Walking back down the long cobblestone streets and through the walls, Mesa returns to the Leaky Cauldron.

Compared with the bustling daytime, the bar is a bit deserted in the evening, with only two or three guests in the dining area.After returning home with a full load, Mesa walked to the bar where the bar owner Tom was standing at the bar wiping an exquisite goblet.

"Hello, I need a guest room, the lowest one is fine." Mesa said, "Also, I'm hungry and need some pancakes, thank you."

Old Tom didn't say anything. He walked out of the bar directly and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor with large and small packages of Mesa.In addition to drinks and simple meals, the Leaky Cauldron also provides accommodation services to wizards and witches.

The wooden stairs leading to the rooms upstairs are beautiful, and the second floor is even more unexpectedly tidy. Each room has a brass number on the door, which is in sharp contrast to the dark and simple first floor.

After passing one room after another, Mesa followed Old Tom to the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor. The room he was about to stay in was the end room on this floor. There was a brass number 16 on the door.

Old Tom took out his key and opened the door, then turned sideways to allow Mesa to enter the room.

If you think about it in Mesa, due to architectural planning and design reasons, the tail room must be small and have poor lighting and ventilation, so the price is relatively low, but the Leaky Cauldron is obviously not one of them.

This back room does not feel cramped. In the middle of the room is a very comfortable-looking bed, several pieces of shiny oak furniture, a large window, and a small clock above the fireplace.

The most interesting thing were the two chairs in the room. Before Old Tom opened the door, the two chairs seemed to be chasing and playing around the room.When the door opened, the two racing chairs suddenly pressed the brakes, causing a rear-end collision with no casualties.

Mesa entered the room, put his belongings into categories, rummaged through and found his ebony wand, and then sat on the comfortable and soft bed.

The absent-minded Mesa didn't even know when Old Tom left.

Mesa's slender fingers kept stroking the wand, as gently as stroking the delicate and smooth back of her lover.The sky outside the window is changing rapidly, from brilliant red clouds to velvety deep blue, the bright moon is rising, and there are stars.

Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron had as much impact on Mesa as meeting Snape for the first time.

Yesterday, Mesa knew for the first time in his life that he was a wizard and that his special abilities were the embodiment of magic; today, a picture of the magical world slowly unfolded in front of Mesa, which was mysterious and magnificent.

Mesa is an ambitious man. He wants to go further and stand higher in this beautiful world.

"Fluorescence!" Mesa muttered in a low voice. This was the first time he tried to mobilize his own magic power by chanting a spell.

Although this spell seems simple enough and was included in Miranda Gorshak's Standard Spells - Elementary, the spell was not invented until the 18th century.The inventor of the Wand Illumination Charm was Levina Monkstanley, who first publicly used it at the Ministry of Magic in 1772.

Mesa's first incantation did not fail, and his ebony wand was safe and unharmed, not ignited by magic.Accompanied by bursts of soft buzzing sounds, the tip of the ebony stick first lit up with a faint light, and then the faint light gradually brightened, dispelling the darkness around Mesa.

"Knox!" Mesa whispered again, and the light on the tip of the wand went out, and room 16 of the Leaky Cauldron returned to darkness.

Successfully casting spells one after another did not bring any excitement to Mesa, as if his success in casting spells was a matter of course and not worth making a fuss about.

If you want to climb high and see far away, ambition and persistence alone are not enough, you also need matching talent.A roc can fly up to [-] miles with a flutter of its wings. This is a height that a sparrow cannot reach in its lifetime.

Mesa has ambition, burning in his chest; persistence and perseverance, Mesa also has it, otherwise he should have returned to the orphanage to be a caged bird instead of sleeping on the street.

Now, Mesa needs to verify his talent, and more importantly, he must fulfill his talent and become truly one among ten thousand.There is a long way to go.

At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted Mesa's thinking.

Mesa walked toward the door with his wand in hand. As he walked, he asked, "Who is it? Tom, is it you?"

There was no answer outside the door. Mesa subconsciously clenched the wand in his hand, opened the locked door a crack, and looked outside.

It was a false alarm. There was not even a ghost figure outside the door, only a tray floating in the air, containing a piece of toast and a cup of steaming bee black tea.

Mesa, who smelled the aroma of food and was immersed in magic, realized that he was hungry. His intestines and stomach made a sound of protest and rumbled in time.

Sure enough, fragile humans still need a good meal to have the strength to go far.