Twain did not ask for the red-haired ticket seller's name. Even if he wanted to borrow money from him, he was still not interested in knowing anything about the Weasley family, and he did not want to have anything to do with the other party.
After getting off at the station, Twain went straight into the Leaky Cauldron.
It was only when the Knight Bus left the Leaky Cauldron far behind that the red-haired conductor realized that he had forgotten to ask Twain for his name.
That was the fare of 20 silver Sickles.
If Twain went back on his word, he would not even have a place to cry.
Twain did not know that he had inadvertently completed a pioneering undertaking and successfully borrowed money from a Weasley.
It was only twenty silver Sickles.
Twain had more than twenty million gold coins lying in Gringotts 'vault. Why would he care about such a small amount of money?
Twain could not be blamed for this. It was mainly because he did not know much about the prices of goods in the wizarding world in this era, and he had a preconceived notion that the Knight bus was the same as the buses of later generations, so he felt that 20 silvers was not expensive.
In fact, the Knight's Public Transport was an emergency passenger transport specially designed for those sorcerers who were in trouble. The price was comparable to the high-speed rail in the future.
Compared to Floo Powder, which could be bought for a few Sickles and used for years, and Disapparating, which cost nothing, the Knight Bus was expensive.
From the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley, Twain's first stop was Gringotts to withdraw money.
In the tall marble hall, hundreds of fairies sat on high stools behind a row of counters, skillfully handling all kinds of business.
Across the counter were countless doors that led to different places.
There was a goblin in front of each door, guiding the corresponding customer in and out of the door.
Twain found an empty counter and explained his intentions to the goblin sitting behind him.
The goblin took a silver needle and pricked Twain's finger. He squeezed out two drops of blood and dripped it on a red gem.
The blood seeped into the ruby, revealing a pattern.
Tang En recognized it as the Corleone family badge, the eye in the middle of the Ouroboros that shone like the sun.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the counter goblin called another goblin and led Twain to a magnificent golden door.
Two goblin attendants in scarlet and gold uniforms pushed open the door and bowed to invite them in.
Twain thought he would have to take a small rail car to the underground vault to withdraw money like Harry Potter in the novel. He did not expect that behind the golden door was a magnificent and luxurious guest room.
In the middle of the hall was a fountain made of pure gold, with goblins playing an organ beside it.
The golden fountain was surrounded by a circle of sofas.
The goblin who led the way led Twain to the sofa and sat down. Immediately, a goblin waiter served a golden cup filled with fragrant and tempting wine.
After asking Twain how much he wanted to withdraw, the goblin who led the way turned around and left through another door. Soon, he returned with a box and respectfully placed it in front of Twain.
"Sir, the 500,000 gold coins you asked for are all here.”
Tang En glanced at the box that had obviously been cast with the Traceless Stretching Spell. The space inside was about the size of an ordinary family bedroom, and half of it was filled with glittering Galleons.
Carrying the box and being escorted out of Gringotts by a group of goblins, Twain also figured out one thing.
It turned out that the Magic World Bank also had special treatment for big customers.
The fact that Harry Potter, the savior of the future generation, did not enjoy it only explained one thing.
The money was not enough!
After getting the money, Twain went straight to the wand shop.
It was a stark contrast to Gringotts 'tall, eye-catching white building, which could be seen anywhere in Diagon Alley.
Ollivander's Wand Shop was huddled in a very inconspicuous corner. The shop was small, but the gold-lettered signboard at the entrance was brand new. It looked like it had been repainted.
After entering the shop, what greeted his eyes was a long and narrow corridor with no end in sight. On both sides were countless long and narrow boxes piled up all the way to the ceiling.
The young shopkeeper appeared in front of Twain at the first moment, and his pair of shining eyes stared at Twain up and down.
Since inheriting the shop five years ago, Garrick Ollivander had received many customers every year. Of course, he could tell at a glance that Twain was a new student at Hogwarts.
What surprised Garrick Ollivander was Twain's appearance.
The last time he had seen such a handsome boy was the boy who had come with Dumbledore to buy a wand last year.
Of course, what was even more impressive was the wand he had chosen.
Garrick Ollivander remembered it very clearly.
Thirteen and a half inches long, yew wood, phoenix tail feathers.
Phoenix feathers were the rarest type of wand core material. They could cast the most extensive spells, and the requirements for the wand owner were the highest.
As for the purple wood used for the wand, it had a particularly dark and terrible reputation in all duels and curses. Legend had it that this type of wand could give its owner the ability to control life and death.
A wand made from the combination of the two. The person chosen by it would definitely be able to do extraordinary things in the Magic World in the future.
And now, a youth who looked even more outstanding than the owner of the purple-robed phoenix tail feather wand from last year had arrived. Garrick Ollivander could not help but feel a little excited.
He wanted to know what kind of wand would choose the boy before him.
"Esteemed guest, welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop. Our shop has been producing excellent wands since 382 B.C. and has always maintained a good reputation. No matter how picky a customer is, you can find the most suitable wand in our shop.”
"Good afternoon, sir. I need a wand, holly wood, phoenix tail feather, do you have such a wand in your shop?”
Garrick Ollivander, who was about to ask Twain which hand he used to wave his wand with, froze on the spot.
He had received so many guests, but it had always been the wand that chose the owner. No one had ever asked for a wand.
"Why? You don't have any?"
Twain pretended to be disappointed, but he was actually testing the waters.
He knew that the wand that belonged to the savior Harry Potter must have been made by now.
That wand was the brother of Voldemort's.
Since there was such a relationship, that wand naturally belonged to him.
Garrick Ollivander frowned. He could tell that Twain was very stubborn despite his youth.
" Guest, holly wood is a rare wand wood. It's very difficult to make a holly wand with phoenix tail feathers because the characteristics of the two materials conflict with each other-"
Before he could finish speaking, Twain had already stood up and was ready to leave.
Garrick Ollivander had never met such an independent guest before. He hurriedly called out to Twain, turned around, and ran to the corridor to take a long and narrow box from the shelf.
"Sir, you can try this wand, eleven inches long-"
Twain snatched the box and pulled out the wand inside.
When Harry Potter got the wand, the scene of stars shooting out did not appear. Instead, the wand bounced in Twain's hand in dissatisfaction, and then Twain held it hard before it calmed down.
"I'll take it. How much is it?"
Garrick Ollivander was so stunned that he forgot to answer for a moment.
The wand was clearly struggling to resist, but Twain ignored it.
The most ridiculous thing was that a new student at Hogwarts could instantly tame a powerful and unruly wand. This was something that many adult wizards could not do.
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