I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

“Yes, thank you sir.”

Eugene was just thinking about what owl he was going to buy.

Someone recommended it, it was the best too.

Moreover, the long-tailed forest owl, the first time Eugene saw it, he liked it.

The white-haired old man smiled and nodded, then left the Babbling Owl shop with his grandson.

Eugene bought the owl of the long-tailed forest owl breed.

When Benson was paying, the store owner looked envious, “Your children, what a blessing!” ”

“I was able to get Mr. Scarman’s guidance.”

“Is he famous?” Dora didn’t know the old man at all.

To say which actress of a humorous drama, she probably knows better.

Or rather the comedian Mr. Belin.

Benson is more concerned about the rock group singer, a certain lead singer, he knows each other.

For this name, Eugene seems to feel somewhat familiar.

But I didn’t remember who it was for a while, it should be in the wizarding world, more famous.

“Wait, I seem to know who it is.” Benson flipped open his small notebook and handed it to Dora.

“Could it be that the one just now is the author of ‘Fantastic Beasts’ and Where to Find Them?”

The shop owner nodded, “That’s right, it’s him.” ”

“Oh, it’s a pity, I should have asked him for an autograph just now.” Dora felt a little regretful.

After the family of three came out of the owl shop, they went to the uniform shop.

Benson saw that the bookstore was nearby, so instead of entering Mrs. Morkin’s robe shop, he went next door to buy books for Eugene.

Mrs. Morkin is a stocky witch with a big smile and a purple dress.

There are quite a few peers in the store, some are trying on clothes, some are waiting.

Mrs. Morgin was busy cutting her uniform.

“Are you going to buy Hogwarts school uniforms?” My dear. ”

Without waiting for Eugene and Dora to speak, Mrs. Morkin asked.

“Well, yes.” Eugene nodded.

Mrs. Morkin beckoned, “Come, come over here.” ”

Eugene walked over.

Mrs. Morkin took out a tape measure, “Measure you first.” ”

Immediately afterwards, the tape measure began to work.

Wrap around Eugene and start measuring.

Dora, who was standing on the side, was shocked by this magical scene again.

“Leather ruler, actually moves on its own.”

Mrs. Morkin smiled at Dora, then continued to bury her head in work.

And every time the ruler measures a size on Eugene, a quill on the table leaves a string of information on the paper.

That quill is also amazing, without dipping in ink, you can write on your own.

After the measurement, the paper recording the data automatically flew to Mrs. Morgin’s board.

After Mrs. Morkin looked at the data, she brought Eugene a uniform.

“Go give it a try.”

Eugene waited, and when he had a free fitting room, put on his robe.

It fits quite well.

Get out of the fitting room and let Dora see how.

At this time, Benson, who went to buy books next door, held a bunch of books and also walked into the store.

Seeing Eugene change into his robe, he nodded with satisfaction, “Well, very good, handsome little wizard.” ”

After changing her original clothes, Mrs. Morkin embroidered Eugene’s clothes with his name.

When I came out of the robes shop, it was already noon.

Hill’s family of three found a good restaurant to eat.

After lunch, they started buying equipment again.

According to the list recorded, they were purchased one by one.

Finally, there is a magic wand left.

The magic wand is what Eugene is most looking forward to.

He vaguely remembered Harry buying wands in the movie.

I don’t know what kind of wand I will encounter.

A family of three arrived at Ollivander’s wand shop.

It was a shop that looked small and torn on the outside, and the gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off.

It reads: Ollivander: A well-made wand since 382 BC.

In the dusty window, a wand sits lonely on a faded purple cushion.

The shop is small and can’t accommodate a few people.

There is nothing else but a bench.

The first feeling when I came in, Eugene felt like he had arrived in a very well-behaved and rigorous library.

The shelves that reach the ceiling are neatly arranged with narrow boxes.

Some dim rooms inexplicably gave him a sense of oppression.

Perhaps, for obsessive-compulsive people, this is the best place.

Always, Eugene’s expectations for wands have been cut a lot because of this environment.

“Good afternoon!” A soft voice came from nowhere.

It directly scared Eugene, and so did the Hills.

An old man, I don’t know when he stood in front of the three people.

His big light-colored eyes, in a dim shop, resembled two moons.

This old man is Ollivander.

“You… Hello! Eugene fixed his mind and greeted him.

“Oh, my parents came with me!” Ollivander noticed the Hills.

The two greeted Ollivander.

Ollivander also quickly recognized the Hills as Muggles.

“Child, which hand are you used to?”