Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Ollivander had never thought that selling wands to an 11-year-old wizard would be such a tiring task.

After a brief bargaining, Parsifal and he reached an agreement on the basis of openness, fairness and fairness.

45 gold galleons, payable in three years, 10 galleons in the first year.

"Put it away and don't make me regret my decision today."

"of course."

Ollivander stared at the wand in Parsifal's hand reluctantly, and then sent him out of the store like a plague. Minerva McGonagall was already standing quietly at the door of the store, waiting.

"Williams, is this your new wand?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Parsifal's wand, a little surprised. Wands range in length from 8 inches to 16 inches, but the more extreme examples are often reserved for wizards with unusual body types.

For example, a certain half-giant, or a certain Charms professor.

Parsifal's wand was more than 14 inches long. Holding it in his hand, it was more appropriately described as a dagger than a wand.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall. What else are we going to buy now?"

Parsifal asked, leaving the vision in the store just now, and there was nothing worth making public about it.

"Speaking of which, I have already bought your protective gloves, crucible, crystal vial, telescope and scale for you. Just pick up the textbooks at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore when you leave. Because some of them were bought second-hand. , you now have eight Galleons left. Maybe you can buy another pet? For example, an owl that can deliver messages to you? "

Professor McGonagall pointed to a stack of bags floating behind her and said to Parsifal.

"Forget it about pets. I think we can use the ones at school. But if it's convenient, could you please take me around Diagon Alley?"

After experiencing Madam Malkin's Shop and Ollivander, Parsifal suddenly discovered that his understanding of the real magical world was still too idealistic, and he urgently needed a guide to help him.

"Of course, as long as you don't mind my verbosity and seriousness."

Professor McGonagall smiled at Parsifal.

"This is a junk shop. You can trade in many second-hand items here, but don't expect too much."

"Magical Zoo is the only pet shop in Diagon Alley. You can buy all kinds of animals. Some may look similar to animals in the Muggle world, but trust me, you will understand the difference."

"Gringotts, the wizard's bank. Hogwarts students can exchange pounds for no more than 100 gold galleons every year. Don't try to steal from them, the price is often much higher than you think."

"..."

Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, Parsifal finally gained a somewhat realistic understanding of the wizarding world, and understood one of the most urgent needs.

——Jin Galleon.

Unicorn tail hair, 10 galleons each.

Dragon's blood, 13 Galleons for a small bottle.

Even Crookshanks, the bad-tempered one that no one wanted to buy, actually cost 11 Galleons.

"Okay, here is the entrance to Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron. Remember this order, count three pieces on top of the trash can, then count two pieces sideways, and tap it with the wand. This way you can do it yourself if needed in the future. Coming over. But since I still have some time, I can buy you a butterbeer."

Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated brick wall covered with moss.

With a tap of the wand, a door as wide as two people's shoulders appeared abruptly on the wall. Looking back through the door, a second-floor bar appeared in front of me.

“Leaky Cauldron”

Maybe it's because of magic, or maybe it's because this wall divides two semi-independent spaces. Only after the door is opened can the noisy sounds in the bar reach your ears.

"Come on. You're going to love the butterbeer here."

Under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, Parsifal walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

The first thing that catches the eye is a long and glorious but somewhat old bar. The rough brown glazed wood is hard to get a good impression of. The squeaky floor and the messy wooden tables show that the owner of this bar does not take good care of it. The walls are covered with all kinds of paintings and newspaper clippings, but following the principle of "I am happy", they look crowded and ugly.

Scattered in the hall, about a dozen wizards gathered into small groups and whispered.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't said it in advance, Parsifal would never have thought that this place was the face of CBD in the wizarding world, but a meeting place for violent gangs in ninth-tier cities and engaged in some ulterior activities.

"Ms. Mag, did you bring the little wizard here today?"

Some weird male voice suddenly sounded in Parsifal's ears, like a ghost shadow, and a strange man appeared in front of Professor McGonagall.

The man was not short in height, but he was always stooped. Although his face was smiling, his facial features were bunched together, making it difficult for people to feel close to him. The fingers were slender and pale, making the black and gray turtleneck he was wearing even more shabby.

"Yes, Tom, this is Parsifal Williams. Williams, this is the owner of the hotel, Tom."

Professor McGonagall smiled and introduced Parsifal.

"Parsifal, nice to remember you, a glass of butterbeer, and Professor McGonagall, your old self?"

The boss Tom showed a smile, stretched out his right hand, and shook hands with Parsifal.

"Two butterbeers, we have to go back to school today."

Professor McGonagall took Parsifal and sat down along the bar.

Taking this opportunity, Parsifal carefully looked at the configuration behind the bar.

Beer, sherry, whiskey, brandy, mead...

The meager wine list, coupled with a menu with only three set menus to choose from, makes up everything about the Leaky Cauldron.

"Just hope the butterbeer isn't too disappointing."

Parsifal frowned. It was not that he had seen bad bars before, but this was the first time it was so bad. If you want to find an advantage, it is probably that the price is relatively cheap, a cup of butterbeer only costs a dozen Knuts.

"But you call this a drink?"

As he expected, this thing was so dark that he could hardly imagine it.

He already knew that it wasn't beer, but this thing was basically boiled brown sugar water with butter and cream, with a piece of milk foam on top! And there should be some spices added to it. Holding it in the mouth, it is terrifyingly greasy, terrifyingly sharp, and has a fascinating peppery feel.

After taking a swig of butterbeer, Parsifal finally made up his mind.

——He wants to declare war on the Leaky Cauldron! Let the wizarding world understand what is a bar and what is a drink!