Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 904: Diagon Alley and Buying a Wand

After passing through the arbitrary door, there is the hotel room. After putting down the luggage, Ma Wu couldn't wait to go to Diagon Alley to buy equipment.

Martin didn't want to take Ma Wu to the smoky Leaky Cauldron, so he built an entrance to Diagon Alley in the hotel bathroom in advance.

To open it, open the first and third faucets of the sink at the same time, then step on the pedal of the trash can to keep the lid up, and finally throw the wet soap against the inner wall.

The tiles on the wall seemed to come alive, first floating in and out, and then one by one separating to the sides, revealing a bright doorway.

A bustling alley appeared in the portal. Wizards in black cloaks and pointed hats were walking inside. There seemed to be no open space on the narrow path.

From a modern perspective, Diagon Alley is crowded and cramped, but in the wizarding world thirty years ago, it was prosperous.

The shops on both sides of the road are densely packed together. They are all small shops that look like grocery stores. The independent small buildings are close to each other, with different heights, widths and narrowness. Some of the storefronts are convex and some are concave, which is called "inside out and outside in".

When they stepped into Diagon Alley through the portal, the three people and Doraemon's reactions were surprisingly consistent - they covered their noses.

"The smell here is not very friendly." Martin sighed.

"It stinks." Ma Wu was very straightforward.

Huiyuan Ai was very serious: "Do wizards often need strange animal products such as lizard feces? Or do wizards like to urinate and defecate anywhere like ordinary Europeans?"

And Rabbit turned around and got into the Poké Ball on Martin's waist.

From text and movies to reality, compared to the sense of touch, the sense of smell is more intuitive to feel the difference. The sense of smell, like vision and hearing, works almost continuously.

The last second they stepped into the corridor, their noses were still lingering with the scent of incense used in the hotel's bathroom, and the next second a very complex and impactful odor rushed into their nasal cavity.

In fact, in addition to the smell of tanned animal fur, pickled offal and subtle feces, the air is also mixed with some strong spices, fragrant herbs, dyes from newly dyed clothes, and barely perceptible ink. Although these latter smells are not unpleasant when taken alone, and even smell good to some people, when mixed with the previous odors, the smell of both fragrance and odor is more unbearable than the simple odor.

"Xiaoji, do you have any props to block the sense of smell?"

"No." Doraj himself covered his nose instead of using props: "Yes or no."

"Then you'll just have to bear with it." Although he could obviously take out anything he wanted, Martin pretended to be powerless and patted Ma Wu on the shoulder: "This is also a test on the road to becoming a wizard."

Ma Wu was a little depressed, but he soon cheered up and walked forward with a frown on his forehead.

Objectively speaking, these smells might not be that serious. At least none of the wizards coming and going in Diagon Alley showed any discomfort. Some even took deep breaths of intoxication in front of the potion shop.

It seems that the environment in which the three people lived before was too clean, and the local wizards have obviously adapted to these strange smells and no longer smell them for a long time.

Because Hogwarts starts recruiting students at the age of 11, as do other magic schools, the three children who seem to be only about seven years old are very conspicuous in Diagon Alley. Wizards passing by will turn around to look at them again, or observe what kind of creature Doraemon is.

Then walking forward, Huihara Ai, who was behind Martin, suddenly took a big step forward, stepped on Martin's heel and knocked off his shoe.

Martin looked back and saw a pair of resentful half-moon eyes staring at him: Why do I have to suffer too when you educate your children?

Martin smiled and turned back, but made a gesture with his little hands behind his back, and Huihara Ai suddenly felt the air in her nostrils become fresh, as if she was in a forest.

Humph, this guy really has a way. Huiyuan Ai understood.

Then Martin must have used the same method on himself, so now the only ones suffering from the smell are Ma Wu and Doraji?

The first stop was Gringotts, the wizarding bank. Because wizards have their own currency, they had to exchange Muggle currency for wizard currency before they could use it in Diagon Alley.

Most of the shops in Diagon Alley are grey and black townhouses, with Gringotts being the only exception. A white, independent three-storey building, it stands out from the crowd and is like a cathedral.

Gringotts is run by goblins. They are not the goblins or water monsters in Journey to the West, nor are they the winged elves. Instead, they are short creatures with big heads and thick necks, sharp teeth, and ugly looks. They can be renamed goblins by painting them green.

Martin thought that fairies and goblins were real relatives on a cultural level.

They passed through a bronze door, where a goblin waiter who was almost as tall as them bowed to them. They passed through another silver door, on which was engraved a warning to thieves in English, but Ma Wu only knew a third of the words.

At this time, Ma Wu had vaguely realized that he had overlooked something, but he still hadn't figured out the problem clearly.

After passing through the second door, they entered a magnificent marble hall like a church. At the edge of the hall was a circle of tall black counters. About a hundred goblins were sitting behind the long counters. Some were handling business for the wizards, some were recording accounts in large ledgers, some were weighing coins with a scale, and some were inspecting gems with an eyepiece.

"(English)Hagrid, what are those things?" a little boy's voice came from behind.

The three people and Doraemon turned around and found that the light outside the door had been blocked by a huge and burly figure.

He was a little giant about three meters and five meters tall, and he was accompanied by a boy with glasses who was a few years older than them (as they are now).

Just now, the boy asked the giant beside him a question.

Martin answered the boy's question casually: "(English) Big noses, short stature, good at math and finance, and unfriendly to humans, obviously a group of Jews."

Before the boy could speak, the little giant with a beard laughed, "(English) Goblins are not that bad. Harry, they are goblins. Just like this kid said, goblins are smart, but not very friendly. You'd better follow me closely."

At this time, Ma Wu recognized that the combination in front of him was Harry Potter and Hagrid who took Harry Potter into the wizarding world: "Harry Potter! It's Harry Potter!"

The boy with bright green eyes, black and messy hair, and round-framed glasses was obviously Harry Potter, even though his bangs covered the scar on his forehead.

Harry Potter looked at Ma Wu. He could tell that the little girl was pronouncing his name with a strange accent. Not long ago in the Leaky Cauldron, he had already begun to realize that many people in the wizarding world seemed to know him and that he was a celebrity.

But little Harry was still a little surprised. It turned out that not only adults, but even children younger than him could recognize him?

"(English) It's me. Hello, it seems you already know me?" The little boy, who had just walked out of the house, tried hard to act calmly, but Martin and Haibara Ai, who were very attentive, could sense the timidity in his heart.

However, Ma Wu's English level was far from being able to communicate with foreigners. He noticed that Harry Potter was talking to him, but he couldn't understand what he said at all. Then Ma Wu said blankly: "I'm fine, thank you, and you?" Harry Potter:?

Hagrid was in a hurry, and in his opinion, it was normal for all wizards in the world to know Harry Potter. Although the three children with strange golems were a little young, it was still normal. So he waved goodbye to the children with a smile on his face, and took Harry Potter directly to find the goblins inside to get the money.

Martin also found an empty counter to exchange currency.

Today's market price is that 1 Galleon, the wizard currency, needs to be exchanged for 5.43 pounds, but if Galleons are exchanged for pounds, 1 Galleon can only be exchanged for 5.25 pounds.

Martin took two thousand pounds to exchange for 360 gold Galleons, 140 silver Sickles and 43 bronze Knuts.

After Martin's calculations, he found that about 0.8 Nat was rounded off. This is why the goblins who issued the currency set the exchange rate between Galleons, Sickles and Nats to the two prime numbers 17 and 29.

Bah, profiteer.

When they got a heavy bag of gold coins, Harry Potter and Hagrid followed the goblin to the underground vault to withdraw their deposits and the Philosopher's Stone. It seemed that they would not be able to come back for a while.

"Don't worry. When you get to school, sooner or later you will get tired of him just like you get tired of the great detective." Martin patted Ma Wu's head and left.

Once upon a time, when Ma Wu saw Conan, he would excitedly express his admiration for him. However, a few days before the holiday, Ma Wu had become indifferent to Conan and even proposed to transfer to Hogwarts. He no longer cared about Conan at all.

"Now we can start the big purchase." Martin took out the list: "First of all..."

"Magic wand!" Ma Wu said loudly, "Buy a magic wand first!"

That’s right, for a young wizard in reserve, the wand is the most important thing.

The wand shop was small and shabby, with a single wand on a faded purple cushion in the window. The peeling gold sign on the door read: Ollivanders, Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC

The three of them and the Doraemon walked into Ollivander's Wand Shop. The shop was very small, with nothing in it except a bench. Thousands of long and narrow boxes containing wands were almost stacked up to the ceiling.

As soon as they came in, there was an old man with messy hair who looked like Einstein sitting on a high place staring at them.

Ollivander looked at the three children, then took a deep look at Doraemon and asked, "(English) New students?"

They were so young that Ollivander suspected that it was an adult wizard bringing his children to Diagon Alley to buy toys, rather than a new student about to enter school to buy his wand.

"(English) Yes, she is an exchange student from China," Martin explained.

Because Martin has planned the international situation of this world into a tripartite state of America, Europe and Asia, the location of the magic school is also built around these three countries.

Martin did not directly let Hogwarts admit himself, Ma Wu and Huihara Ai. Instead, he added all three of them to the student enrollment of a Chinese magic school, and then arranged an exchange student program between Hogwarts and this school.

This way, there would be no need to bother coming up with a reason why Hogwarts would enroll seven-year-old children. Secondly, it would be very convenient to bring Ma Wu back to school normally after forty days.

Ollivander didn't say anything after hearing this. After all, he was just a wand seller.

"(English) Who goes first?"

Out of humility, Martin and Huibara Ai both looked at Ma Wu, wanting Ma Wu to choose the wand first. However, Ma Wu also looked at them in confusion - what was this old man talking about?

Ma Wu finally realized that Hogwarts is in the UK, and the UK speaks English! He can't understand or speak it!

Martin looked at Ollivander: "(English) Can you lend me a wand first?"

Borrow? Ollivander thought for a moment, then pulled out an old-fashioned wand from a small box covering an entire wall, and handed it to Martin: "(English) This is an old-fashioned wand, you can try it first."

Martin took it and immediately felt a will examining him.

So that's how it is. The wand chooses the wizard.

The scrutinizing will didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Martin, but what Martin felt more was that the wand was surprised that someone would pick him up.

No problem, this wand will work.

Martin picked up the wand and pointed it at Ma Wu: "Anglicus proficiendi (proficient in English)."

Although Martin could do this in a flash without using witchcraft, or he could ask Doraemon to hand over the translator Konjac, but he just wanted to "pretend" in front of Ma Wu to let her know that his brother was already a powerful wizard - even if this spell was just made up by him.

Martin then returned the wand to Ollivander and put his arm around Ma Wu: "Thank you. Please choose a wand for her first."

Ma Wu looked up at Martin with a look of surprise, but soon Ma Wu realized something: "I understand!"

Putting the wand that Martin had exchanged back aside, Ollivander first picked up the tailor's tape measure and measured Ma Wu's arm length, forearm length, height, and even head circumference.

Based on these parameters, he would choose the staff that would be most convenient for Ma Wu to use.

Ollivander turned around and pulled out wands one by one from the boxes piled to the ceiling. Unlike the classic walnut wand that he lent to Martin, most of these new wands were made of metal and had unique shapes.

"Try this first. Steel, 8-inch air core, automatic casting."

"Or this one? Made of alloy, with a hollow core and an inner diameter of 88mm, it's waterproof."

"Then try this? It looks a bit thin, but it's actually 12 inches long. The high-powered scope allows it to accurately hit the starting point of the fire when releasing a blasting spell, or use a powerful armor-piercing spell."

Looking at these 'magic wands' equipped with grips, triggers, and optical sights, Ma Wu's confused expression, which had just disappeared, became confused again.

Are These Really Wands? (End of Chapter)