Chapter 22: Heading to Diagon Alley [Please Follow]

"Ha ha, messy hair, pay attention to your appearance when Itachi go out, Chu Yang!" Sprout waved her wand, smoothing out Chu Yang’s tangled hair.

"Itachi didn’t give me time to fix it, Professor." Chu Yang shrugged, innocently defending himself.

"Hurry downstairs for breakfast—we have a lot to buy today." Sprout turned and went downstairs; her heavy body made the wooden stairs groan painfully.

Chu Yang followed behind her, keeping a safe distance, afraid she might step through the stairs and break them.

Bread, jam, milk, sausage—the classic quartet.

The breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron wasn’t tasty, barely enough to fill the stomach, but Chu Yang finished every last bite in his bowl.

Children raised in orphanages never wasted food.

After eating, the two left through the back door of the Leaky Cauldron, walked a few steps, and were blocked by a wall. Chu Yang felt excited—he knew the other side of the wall was Diagon Alley, the gateway to the true magical world.

"The third brick above the trash bin, then count two more to the side—remember, and tap it three times. The passage to Diagon Alley will open."

Sprout pulled out her wand and tapped the bricks three times. The wall before them came alive, flipping open to either side, revealing a mysterious world before Chu Yang’s eyes.

Sprout walked at the front, leading the way.

Then she began explaining everything about the alley to Chu Yang.

"Besides the entrance behind the Leaky Cauldron, there are two other ways to reach Diagon Alley: one is the Apparition I used earlier, the other is Floo Powder."

"But Apparition requires extremely high skill—most wizards can’t master it; only professors like me can perform it smoothly."

"Floo Powder is much simpler to use and not expensive—two silver Sickles per spoonful. It’s the first choice for many wizarding families."

Sprout pointed to the fireplaces on both sides of the street and explained: "Only fireplaces connected to the Floo Network will work with Floo Powder. The method is simple: take a handful of Floo Powder, stand inside the fireplace, clearly say the destination name, then throw the powder."

Here, Sprout suddenly turned and looked seriously at Chu Yang. "Remember—when Itachi say the destination name, enunciate clearly. Otherwise, the consequences are severe. Understood?"

Chu Yang replied: "Saying the wrong name sends Itachi to some strange place, right?"

"More than that—some people have mispronounced a location and been teleported inside a wall, dying on the spot." Sprout sighed. "I don’t want your name on the list of accidental casualties, Chu Yang."

Hearing this, Chu Yang nodded silently.

Then Sprout took Chu Yang to a robe shop and had him fitted for three sets of robes, pointed hats, protective gloves, and a winter cloak.

Also, a cauldron for Potions class, and for a pet, Chu Yang chose an owl—he could only choose an owl; who in their right mind would pick a toad or a rat?

This was something Sprout did every year—she was experienced and efficient, and in no time, most of the necessary supplies were ready.

All expenses were covered by Hogwarts.

Now only the wand remained!

Sprout and Chu Yang entered a wand shop that looked ancient.

Ollivanders!

"Welcome, Professor Sprout! Hazel, unicorn hair, ten and two-thirds inches—Itachi look worn out. Just back from somewhere?"

An old man with Einstein-style hair slid down a ramp, struggled past piles of wand boxes, and reached Sprout.

Sprout smiled back: "Hello, Mr. Ollivander. Your memory is as sharp as ever."

"Of course. I remember every wand I’ve sold and its owner." Ollivander lifted his head proudly, then glanced at Chu Yang. "Is this young wizard here to buy a wand?"

Sprout explained: "He’s a first-year student at Hogwarts."

"Congratulations on entering Hogwarts—it’s the finest school in the world. Believe me, your future is boundless!" Ollivander blinked, then waved his wand. "Let me measure Itachi first—please don’t move."

Immediately, a set of measuring tools, controlled by Ollivander’s magic, began gliding over Chu Yang’s body.

Honestly, Chu Yang didn’t understand how wand selection had anything to do with body measurements—even measuring the distance between his eyes and nose.

"Every wand is unique. Its properties depend on the wood of the tree it came from and the magical creature that provided the core. Moreover, once a wand finds its ideal owner, it begins to teach its own traits and learn the owner’s characteristics."

"Wand and user complement each other. Even wands made from identical materials grow into entirely different qualities when wielded by vastly different owners."

As he spoke, Ollivander finished measuring Chu Yang and began searching for a suitable wand.

"Which hand do Itachi use?"

"Right hand!"

Ollivander bent down, rummaged through the piles of wand boxes, and finally pulled out a dusty wand case. He blew lightly on it and handed it to Chu Yang.

"Cough, cough, cough." Chu Yang coughed as he took the case from Ollivander and pulled out the wand inside.

"Willow, dragon heartstring, ten inches. Hold it and wave it gently—remember, be light."

Following Ollivander’s instructions, Chu Yang gently waved the wand. An invisible shockwave erupted, overturning the shelves behind Ollivander.

Sprout stepped back several paces and stood at the shop’s entrance, clutching her chest as she exhaled deeply.

Ollivander jumped in surprise but still couldn’t help muttering: "Strong magic, lad—but this wand isn’t right for Itachi!"

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Chu Yang quickly returned the wand. Even he was startled by the earlier disturbance.

He’d forgotten that because of his Soul Palace, his natural talents far surpassed ordinary people’s.

"No matter, child. This happens occasionally. Though such a reaction is rare for someone your age…"

Ollivander turned again, rummaging through the shelves, muttering: "Perhaps it’s because of your Eastern heritage—I should find Itachi a wand from your homeland."

Generally, Ollivander used three materials for wand cores: phoenix feather, unicorn hair, and dragon heartstring.

Other materials existed, but Ollivander used only the finest—this was his rule.

Thus, beyond the common three, he occasionally sought rarer materials to craft wands.

Finally, Ollivander pulled out another dusty wand case.

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