After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Ron rarely stayed in bed. He excitedly took care of himself, said goodbye to his parents, grabbed the flying powder and prepared to meet up with his friends.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast, Ron?" Molly poked her head out of the kitchen. Although their house had been renovated a long time ago and each child had their own large space and a house-elf, Molly insisted on cooking for herself. She thought it was an expression of love.

"If I don't eat anymore, Mom will definitely bring me some. Diagon Alley!" Ron couldn't wait any longer, as he was going to embark on a new adventure with his friends today.

Ron emerged from the fireplace in Diagon Alley and immediately spotted Draco and Harry not far away. They were both wearing white robes with red stripes, and passersby couldn't help but take a second look. "Draco! Harry!" He rushed over, wanting to hug his two friends.

"Scourgify!" Draco quickly cleaned up. He and Harry had already learned these little spells, and even with a child's wand, they were simple and easy to cast. "Ron, you're covered in fireplace ash!" He handed Ron the lunch box in his hand.

"All boys are like this, not as delicate as you." Ron muttered. Draco was just too delicate, like a little prince. Well, he looked like one too. He opened the lunch box and took a look. "Wow, it's obviously made by Aunt Cissy. It looks delicious."

"Hurry up, we've bought everything else for you, the only thing missing is the wand. Buy it quickly and let's go." Harry pulled Draco and Ron, and followed his memory to the only wand shop in Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Ollivander's shop looked shabby and worn, as if it had been through countless years. The small door was tightly closed, revealing a mysterious atmosphere. In the window, a wand lay alone on a faded purple cushion, looking a little lonely. The wand itself was nothing special, but the faint light it emitted attracted people's attention.

A golden sign hangs on the door, the writing on it has peeled off, and you can vaguely make out the words "Ollivanders, making fine wands since 382 BC." This line of words carries a heavy sense of history, making people curious about the past of this store.

The shop was very small and cramped, with nothing inside except a bench, but what was amazing was that it was filled with thousands of narrow boxes containing wands, stacked neatly and layered together, stretching to the ceiling like a towering wand tower.

"Hello, young gentlemen. Are you here to buy wands? Who's going first?" An old man suddenly appeared in the dim light, startling Draco and the others. His silver-white eyes swept over the crowd, and suddenly he strode quickly to Harry.

Ollivander leaned very close to Harry. "Oh, this is..." He stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his long pale fingers. "I'm sorry, this is from a wand I sold many years ago."

"I'll go first." Ron squeezed in between the two of them, looking at Ollivander warily. Why was this guy a little neurotic? Draco pulled Harry over and looked at him worriedly. Harry squeezed Draco's hand and shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

"My apologies, but what an amazing friendship. Potter, Weasley, and Malfoy? Wow, what a strange combination." Ollivander shrugged. "So what is Mr. Weasley's dominant hand?"

"Right hand, sir." The tape measure automatically began to measure. Merlin, why did it measure the distance between noses?

"Try this, dogwood wood... the good one is obviously not." Ollivander said, his face covered with dust from the wind blown by Ron's wand. He thought carefully and took out a wand from some corner.

"Fourteen inches, sycamore wood, unicorn hair core. Oh, it seems that our Mr. Weasley is a curious, energetic and adventurous little knight." Beautiful fireworks lit up in Ollivander's shop.

"But if you let it get 'bored', it might catch fire. Many a witch or wizard, seeking stability in middle age, has found, to their dismay, that their trusted wand has caught fire in their hand just as they've asked it to bring the slippers again."

Ollivander's voice was so vague that Ron didn't really listen. He clutched his wand, cherishing it, and imagined his future adventures at Hogwarts. George and Fred had described it as a vast castle, filled with secret passages and chambers of secrets. Here I come. His wand trembled slightly, as if in response.

"Your turn now, Mr. Harry Potter." Ollivander stared at Harry. His eyes were unmistakable; this was a discerning customer. He inquired about his preferred hand and then excitedly pulled out a wand from the inner chamber. "11 inches, holly wood, phoenix tail feathers. I daresay you're destined to use it... Why is that?" He saw the wand remained unresponsive in Harry's hand.

"Acacia wood, nine inches, dragon nerves, easily bent... well, not this one..."

"Ebony, 14 inches, phoenix feathers, very flexible... not this..."

"Ebony, eight and a half inches, White River Monster spines, elastic... not this..."

"11 inches, laurel wood, with a phoenix tail feather as the core." Ollivander looked at Harry with a strange look, which was totally unexpected.

"It is said that a laurel wand cannot, even in the pursuit of glory, commit dishonourable acts. Laurel can produce powerful, even deadly magic. Wands made from this wood are sometimes regarded as fickle, but this is not entirely true.

It cannot tolerate a lazy owner and will willingly allow itself to be taken in such a situation. Instead, it will remain loyal to its first owner, even displaying a highly unusual trait—spontaneous lightning strikes—if someone tries to steal it.

Ollivander walked around Harry several times, muttering to himself, "It's obvious that the holly one suits you better, how come..." He was puzzled.

"Sir, can I see the wand in that box? I feel like it's calling me." Draco interrupted Ollivander rudely, causing him to focus his attention on the boy in front of him. Only then did he realize that this exquisite boy, who had not spoken since entering the door, had a pair of flawless eyes, and all his secrets seemed to be exposed.

He looked at where Draco was pointing, his expression becoming complicated.

"Fifteen inches long, silver basswood, with Thestral tail feathers. Beautiful, isn't it? Such wands are attractive not only for their unique aesthetic, but also for their qualities suitable for characters like a prophet or a Legilimency. And the Thestral tail feathers..."

Ollivander and Draco stared at each other for a moment, then looked away first, not continuing the conversation. None of the other children paid him any attention, but instead surveyed the wand in amazement. It had to be said that it suited Draco perfectly.

As expected, this wand suited Draco very well. He waved it lightly, and a faint golden light enveloped Ollivander's Wand Shop. Harry and Ron only felt warm, while Ollivander felt much warmer. After all, he was old, and he felt that some of his old age diseases were alleviated a lot with the golden light.

After paying, Draco, Harry, and Ron excitedly went to the Leaky Cauldron. After hearing that all the Muggle wizards and witches came in and out of this place, they had a bold idea. So they shamelessly asked to do the shopping themselves. Draco and Harry arrived a little early and bought all the textbooks they needed.

In fact, they had secretly bought most of the things listed in the admission notice. After all, the admission notices for young wizards were all pretty much the same, and they had already known from George Fred what they needed to buy, which were mainly a few books, as the textbooks were different every year.

They excitedly arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. It wasn't the mysterious wizarding gathering place they'd imagined; it was shabby and filthy. Draco stood on tiptoe in disgust. Ugh, he was sure the mess on the floor must be someone's vomit. Harry and Ron were a little disappointed, but they weren't as particular as Draco. Seeing the little prince's expression worsening, they quickly picked him up and left.

Ron opened his mouth in surprise as he walked out of the Leaky Cauldron. "Merlin..."

Rows of tall buildings, fashionable pedestrians hurried by, young men and women holding black rectangular objects in their hands...

"Wow, what's that?" Ron's eyes sparkled as he looked at Draco and the others with curiosity. "Those people seemed to be using that thing to make phone calls?" He should have said, "How magical! Do Muggles also have two-way mirrors?"

"That's a cell phone, Ronald," Draco said softly. "You're so loud, don't you see they're looking over here?"

Part of the reason might be that Ron's voice was too loud, but adults are always very tolerant of children. They would smile knowingly when they saw that they were children. When they were young, they also found everything new and interesting.

And these kids are all so good looking. The black-haired boy looks calm and reserved, and his eyes show his future handsomeness.

The red-haired boy looked a little silly, but also very cute, with a few freckles on his face. The blond boy? Or was he a little boy? He looked as delicate and beautiful as a doll, like a little angel in a church, but a little too white. Judging by the way he was protected in the middle, he must be in poor health.

A passerby thought with pity.