Buying a Wand in the East Market, Robes in the West Market, Textbooks in the South Market, and a Big Bird in the North Market

Charlie followed Professor McGonagall into the shop.

The narrow shop was crammed with slender boxes wherever there was room, stacked layer upon layer like mountains.

The air was thick with the scent of ancient wood and magic.

In the middle of the shop, a thin black-haired boy was holding a wand, excitement glittering in his eyes.

Beside him sat a giant so enormously tall that his head nearly touched the ceiling.

The moment the giant saw Professor McGonagall, he hurriedly stood up in a panic.

"Professor McGonagall!"

Hagrid greeted her excitedly, but the moment he stood, he knocked the chandelier above him, sending it swinging wildly from side to side.

The light and shadows throughout the shop swayed with it.

"Hello, Hagrid." Professor McGonagall replied gently.

Her gaze fell on the black-haired boy, and she thought to herself, So this is Harry Potter.

He had been such a tiny thing when he was delivered to the Dursleys. Now he had grown... Er, he was still such a tiny thing.

Damn it, do the Dursleys not feed this child?

He should have been a healthy, growing boy, but he looked severely malnourished.

His clothes were also absurdly oversized, clearly hand-me-downs.

Harry had already chosen his wand and was preparing to leave with Hagrid.

Before leaving, he curiously glanced at Charlie, who had just entered the shop.

Is he a new student too?

A wave of surprise rose in Harry's heart.

The boy his age standing before him was incredibly handsome. His black hair was neatly combed, and his black eyes were deep and bright.

His clothes were also immaculate, and every gesture he made carried an air of nobility.

Compared with Harry's own disheveled appearance, they were worlds apart.

Charlie noticed Harry's gaze and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

He had clearly heard the shopkeeper address him earlier. This had to be the famous protagonist, Harry Potter.

When he saw Charlie's smile, Harry's cheeks flushed slightly. He hurriedly nodded in response, then followed Hagrid out of the shop.

Charlie froze for a moment.

Why are you blushing, you little bubble-tea kettle?!

Has Britain's influence spread to eleven-year-old children already?

"Professor McGonagall, it's a pleasure to see you."

Ollivander slowly greeted his guests. He looked rather old, with silver-white hair hanging messily over his shoulders. His pale eyes held the wisdom of someone who could see through everything.

"Mr. Ollivander." Professor McGonagall nodded in greeting.

"This is Charlie White, one of this year's new students."

Ollivander's gaze fell on Charlie, and a flicker of interest appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. White, it will be my pleasure to serve you. Let me choose a suitable wand for you."

He pulled out a tape measure, which automatically began measuring Charlie's body.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. White," Ollivander said as he measured him.

"Every wand is unique, just like every wizard."

Once the measurements were complete, Ollivander walked over to the wand boxes and began selecting carefully.

"Try this one. Twelve inches, willow, unicorn hair."

Charlie took the wand. The instant he waved it, the wand boxes around them began shaking violently. Ollivander quickly snatched the wand back.

"No, no, clearly not this one."

"What about this one? Eleven and one-third inches, birch, dragon heartstring."

Charlie tried it again, and this time things were even worse. The windows throughout the shop began to tremble, the glass emitting an unsettling hum.

"Good heavens, not this one either." Ollivander frowned.

"Your Magic Power is extremely strong, Mr. White. You need a wand powerful enough to contain it."

For the next dozen or so minutes, Charlie tried one wand after another.

Ollivander's expression grew increasingly solemn as he searched for something deep inside the shop.

He muttered to himself, "Perhaps I should try that one."

From the deepest corner, he took out an old-fashioned box covered in a thick layer of dust. When he opened it, a dark-colored wand lay inside.

"Thirteen inches, elder wood, phoenix feather core." Ollivander's voice was somewhat grave.

"This is a very special wand, Mr. White. Elder wood is known as the wood of death, while phoenix feathers represent rebirth."

Charlie took the wand, and instantly felt a warm current spread from his palm throughout his body.

A golden light shot from the wand's tip and blossomed in the air in the shape of beautiful flowers.

"Perfect!" Ollivander clapped excitedly. "A truly perfect match!"

Feeling the warmth radiating from the wand in his hand, Charlie was overcome with excitement. Was this truly his wand?

"This wand is very special, Mr. White." Ollivander spoke solemnly.

"Only an extraordinary wizard can successfully bond with an elder wand. And a phoenix feather will choose only a wizard destined to accomplish great things."

"Seven Galleons, Mr. White." Ollivander put away the wand box.

"Please treasure this wand."

Charlie paid and carefully put the wand away.

Just before he left, Ollivander suddenly spoke, his low voice carrying a hint of mystery.

"You will accomplish great things, Mr. White."

Charlie: ???

Why does that sound so familiar?

So you say that to everyone, huh?

Ollivander smiled inscrutably. That was simply good business.

Anyone who came to Ollivanders Wand Shop had to be told something flattering. Then they would definitely come back to buy their next wand.

Otherwise, how do you think I managed to keep making wands from 382 BC until today?

After leaving Ollivanders Wand Shop, Charlie held his wand, his heart overflowing with excitement.

Professor McGonagall checked the time.

"Next, we'll go to Flourish and Blotts to buy your textbooks."

Charlie looked at the titles on his book list: Standard Spells, Grade 1, History of Magic, Magical Theory, and others.

He secretly complained to himself, Aren't these just the magical versions of language arts, history, and physics textbooks?

Charlie bought all the required textbooks, spending thirteen Galleons in total.

As for the extra supplementary books... Well, Charlie knew himself too well. He was never going to open them.

There was no reason someone who had disliked even opening textbooks in his previous life would suddenly become passionate about studying after arriving in the Wizarding World.

"Next, we'll go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions." Professor McGonagall said.

Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch, and she warmly welcomed Charlie.

"A new Hogwarts student? Step up onto the stool, dear."

Charlie stepped onto the stool, and Madam Malkin began taking his measurements.

"I want the best fabric." Charlie said directly.

Professor McGonagall looked somewhat surprised.

"Ordinary fabric will be perfectly adequate, Mr. White."

"No, Professor." Charlie shook his head. "I like comfortable clothes."

Madam Malkin smiled. "The finest fabric is indeed more comfortable and more durable."

What she did not say was that it was also more profitable.

Three sets of high-quality wizard's robes, along with a wizard's hat, dragonhide gloves, and a cloak, cost forty Galleons in total.

[Congratulations, Your Majesty, on completing Tyrant Behavior: Extravagant Spending. You have gained 5 Tyrant Points!]

Charlie secretly rejoiced.

So that's how it is. The system approves of this kind of behavior.

Next, they bought a cauldron, scales, a telescope, and other school supplies, spending ten Galleons.

"Finally, we'll buy you a pet." Professor McGonagall said.

"An owl, a cat, or a toad. You may choose one."

Inside Eeylops Owl Emporium, owls of all kinds hooted and screeched noisily.

Charlie was immediately drawn to the largest owl in the shop—an Eastern Eagle Owl.

The Eastern Eagle Owl was brown and black all over, with a wingspan of more than a meter and keen amber eyes.

It stood proudly on its perch, looking down at everyone.

"I want that one." Charlie pointed at the Eastern Eagle Owl without hesitation.

The shopkeeper stared at him in surprise.

"Are you sure, young man? That's an Eastern Eagle Owl, the largest owl species. It has a very bad temper."

"Usually, only adults buy them."

"That one." Charlie said firmly.

This is a mysterious tradition from the East: bigger is better!

[Congratulations, Your Majesty, on completing Tyrant Behavior: Greedily Seeking the Biggest and Best. You have gained 3 Tyrant Points!]

In the end, Charlie spent fifteen Galleons to buy the Eastern Eagle Owl.

He named it Storm, because it looked like a storm about to break.

Storm was surprisingly docile with Charlie. It obediently perched on his shoulder, occasionally using its beak to gently preen his hair.

"It seems to like you very much." The shopkeeper smiled.