After leaving Gringotts, Moen and Harry, led by Hagrid, navigated through Diagon Alley, beginning to purchase items for their upcoming Hogwarts life.
The shops on both sides of the alley were still bustling with people, and the displays of magic items in the windows attracted the gaze of every passerby.
The air was filled with the hooting of owls and a mixture of various spices, making one feel both novel and excited.
"We'll go to Flourish and Blotts first to buy textbooks, then we'll get cauldrons and quills," Hagrid said, waving the shopping list in his hand, his voice loud and tinged with excitement, pointing to a shop not far away.
The trio arrived at Flourish and Blotts, where the entrance under the sign was already crowded with Wizard families buying books.
Inside the bookstore, towering shelves were densely packed with books.
Several children weaved between the shelves, holding glowing magic books, their eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.
Harry picked up a copy of "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Protection," flipped through a few pages, and exclaimed excitedly, "These books are really cool! Classes are going to be so much fun!"
"If you like reading, that is," Moen interjected with a smile, casually picking up "An Introduction to Spells."
After flipping through a few pages, he put the book back on the shelf, calmly adding, "However, the content of classes is usually more boring than it looks."
Harry widened his eyes and stared at him, his tone half-surprised, half-skeptical, "Are you trying to scare me?"
"Not really, just a reminder," Moen said with a slight smile, his tone appearing at ease.
After leaving Flourish and Blotts, they went to the cauldron shop and the quill shop.
In the cauldron shop, Harry excitedly pointed to a black tin cauldron, asking the shop assistant curiously, "Can this thing really be used for brewing potions?"
The shop assistant pushed up his glasses and said in a somewhat professional tone, "Of course, this is standard for students. Advanced potion masters use silver or gold cauldrons, but they're not cheap."
Hagrid laughed heartily, patting Harry's shoulder, his voice jovial, "This student one will keep you busy enough! You're not Snape, after all."
Harry was a bit confused, "Who is Snape?"
"You'll find out when you get to Hogwarts," Hagrid said with a knowing smile, but did not elaborate.
The group quickly purchased most of the items on the list.
Harry clutched a pile of things, his face filled with excitement and anticipation.
"Alright, only wands left!" Hagrid checked the time, then suddenly stopped, a hint of hesitation on his face.
He said somewhat vaguely, "But... you two go to Ollivander's first, I have something to take care of."
Harry asked curiously, "What is it?"
"Just a small matter," Hagrid said, waving his hand dismissively, "Ollivander's fine wand shop is the best. Remember, wait for me in the shop after you've bought your wands. I'll be back soon."
"Alright," Harry nodded, still a bit confused, but agreed nonetheless.
Ollivander's wand shop was located in a corner of Diagon Alley, its exterior appearing old and understated, yet exuding an air of solemnity.
An ancient inscription on the wooden sign at the shop's entrance read: "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C."
Harry stood at the entrance, looking up at the sign, his voice tinged with anticipation and nervousness, "Is this where you buy wands?"
"Yes," Moen nodded, then turned to Harry and said, his tone somewhat casual, "But Harry, you go in first. I just realized I left something in the previous shop and need to go back for it."
"Ah?" Harry hesitated, a hint of unease in his voice, "Then hurry back, I'll hold your things for you first."
"Okay," Moen handed the items in his hand to Harry, smiling slightly, his voice gentle and assured, "I'll be back very soon."
Watching Harry push open the door and enter the wand shop, Moen turned and left, his steps steady and swift. A hint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
WTR-LABHP: Copy the Properties of the Magic Stone at the BeginningCh. 3 / 1422.1%#3Chapter 3: AlchemyAI Model: gemini-2.5-flashAfter leaving Gringotts, Moen and Harry, led by Hagrid, navigated through Diagon Alley, beginning to purchase items for their upcoming Hogwarts life.
The shops on both sides of the alley were still bustling with people, and the displays of magic items in the windows attracted the gaze of every passerby.
The air was filled with the hooting of owls and a mixture of various spices, making one feel both novel and excited.
"We'll go to Flourish and Blotts first to buy textbooks, then we'll get cauldrons and quills," Hagrid said, waving the shopping list in his hand, his voice loud and tinged with excitement, pointing to a shop not far away.
The trio arrived at Flourish and Blotts, where the entrance under the sign was already crowded with Wizard families buying books.
Inside the bookstore, towering shelves were densely packed with books.
Several children weaved between the shelves, holding glowing magic books, their eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.
Harry picked up a copy of "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Protection," flipped through a few pages, and exclaimed excitedly, "These books are really cool! Classes are going to be so much fun!"
"If you like reading, that is," Moen interjected with a smile, casually picking up "An Introduction to Spells."
After flipping through a few pages, he put the book back on the shelf, calmly adding, "However, the content of classes is usually more boring than it looks."
Harry widened his eyes and stared at him, his tone half-surprised, half-skeptical, "Are you trying to scare me?"
"Not really, just a reminder," Moen said with a slight smile, his tone appearing at ease.
After leaving Flourish and Blotts, they went to the cauldron shop and the quill shop.
In the cauldron shop, Harry excitedly pointed to a black tin cauldron, asking the shop assistant curiously, "Can this thing really be used for brewing potions?"
The shop assistant pushed up his glasses and said in a somewhat professional tone, "Of course, this is standard for students. Advanced potion masters use silver or gold cauldrons, but they're not cheap."
Hagrid laughed heartily, patting Harry's shoulder, his voice jovial, "This student one will keep you busy enough! You're not Snape, after all."
Harry was a bit confused, "Who is Snape?"
"You'll find out when you get to Hogwarts," Hagrid said with a knowing smile, but did not elaborate.
The group quickly purchased most of the items on the list.
Harry clutched a pile of things, his face filled with excitement and anticipation.
"Alright, only wands left!" Hagrid checked the time, then suddenly stopped, a hint of hesitation on his face.
He said somewhat vaguely, "But... you two go to Ollivander's first, I have something to take care of."
Harry asked curiously, "What is it?"
"Just a small matter," Hagrid said, waving his hand dismissively, "Ollivander's fine wand shop is the best. Remember, wait for me in the shop after you've bought your wands. I'll be back soon."
"Alright," Harry nodded, still a bit confused, but agreed nonetheless.
Ollivander's wand shop was located in a corner of Diagon Alley, its exterior appearing old and understated, yet exuding an air of solemnity.
An ancient inscription on the wooden sign at the shop's entrance read: "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C."
Harry stood at the entrance, looking up at the sign, his voice tinged with anticipation and nervousness, "Is this where you buy wands?"
"Yes," Moen nodded, then turned to Harry and said, his tone somewhat casual, "But Harry, you go in first. I just realized I left something in the previous shop and need to go back for it."
"Ah?" Harry hesitated, a hint of unease in his voice, "Then hurry back, I'll hold your things for you first."
"Okay," Moen handed the items in his hand to Harry, smiling slightly, his voice gentle and assured, "I'll be back very soon."
Watching Harry push open the door and enter the wand shop, Moen turned and left, his steps steady and swift. A hint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
He knew that what he had to do next required careful consideration.
Moen walked along Diagon Alley to a secluded alleyway, where it was silent except for the distant sounds of commotion.
He looked around, and after confirming no one was following him, he bent down and picked up several stones of varying sizes from the ground, quickly stuffing them into his pocket.
He stood against the wall and whispered, "Alchemy."
As a faint warm current flowed from his body into the stones, the stones in his pocket gradually became cold and heavy.
Moen reached into his pocket, and his fingertips no longer touched rough stones, but pieces of gold.
He took one out, bit it lightly, then a slight smile played on his lips, "It's sweet, as expected." His tone carried a mix of satisfaction and amusement.
He secretly congratulated himself for choosing the "Alchemy" trait, replicating the Philosopher's Stone, at Gringotts.
The effect of Alchemy completely exceeded his expectations; this ability not only resolved his current financial difficulties but also provided him with more options for his future in the magic world.
Moen soon arrived at the Gringotts lobby. The lobby was still busy, with Goblins engrossed in recording ledgers and counting Galleons.
Moen walked directly to a counter and handed over the gold from his pocket.
The Goblin looked up, his gaze indifferent, "Exchanging for Galleons?"
"Yes," Moen nodded, his tone steady.
The Goblin took the gold from the bag, tapped it a few times with a tool, and after a careful inspection, nodded, "This gold is very pure; it can be exchanged for 50 Galleons. After deducting the handling fee, you can actually exchange it for 45 Galleons."
"That's fine," Moen agreed without hesitation.
A few minutes later, the Goblin handed Moen the Galleons, packaged in a velvet pouch.
The heavy weight brought Moen a sense of satisfaction.
He walked to the loan counter and paid off the student loan he had just taken out ahead of time.
The Goblin behind the counter looked at him in confusion but said nothing.
Moen felt much lighter, "What is borrowed must eventually be repaid; this way, I'll feel more secure in the future."
Putting the remaining 40 Galleons into his pocket, Moen pondered his next plan: "With this money, my quality of life in the magic world will be much better, and I can prepare more for the future."
After leaving Gringotts, Moen entered a magic equipment shop.
The shop's display window was filled with oddly shaped items, among which an inconspicuous small cloth pouch caught his attention.
"What is this bag for?" Moen asked, pointing to the cloth pouch, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
The shop assistant immediately introduced it enthusiastically, "This is one of our most popular items, the Extendable Pocket. It has an Expansion Charm, and its internal space can hold items ten times its own size, making it very suitable for students."
"How much?" Moen asked, his tone calm yet decisive.
"10 Galleons."
Moen pulled out 10 Galleons from his pocket and handed them over, not at all concerned about the price.
After getting the Extendable Pocket, he immediately put the purchased school supplies and the remaining Galleons into it.
He lifted it, feeling it was much lighter.
"Not bad," Moen said contentedly, his voice now carrying a hint of affirmation for this purchase.
After organizing everything, Moen quickly walked back to Ollivander's wand shop.
His steps were light, and his face maintained a calm expression, but his silver-white eyes sparkled with anticipation for the magic world.
Standing at the shop's entrance, he took a deep breath and pushed open the ancient wooden door.
A crisp bell rang, the scent of wood wafted over, and the wands in the display case lay silently, awaiting their masters.
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