Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"But, how can I afford all this? I don't have any money." Harry raised his head with a hint of apprehension, looking up at Hagrid, who seemed taller than the sky itself.

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"Your money's there, Harry, Gringotts, the wizarding bank! There's nowhere safer except Hogwarts, of course, after they upgraded the security." Hagrid chuckled, pointing ahead, then reached into his coat as if searching for something.

Harry entered Gringotts with a touch of bewilderment, and soon learned the extent of the wealth his late parents had left him.

Harry's father, James Potter, was a pure-blood wizard of the Potter family, whose ancestor, Linfred, invented many potions, and whose grandfather, Fleamont Potter, invented Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, making the family very wealthy.

After helping Harry withdraw some money, Hagrid didn't leave immediately but delved deeper into the Gringotts vaults, retrieving a small package from vault 713. This was an extra task Dumbledore had entrusted him with, especially after the old wizard learned from Anduin that storing wealth in Gringotts might not be as safe as imagined.

With the money issue resolved, Harry followed Hagrid on a shopping spree through Diagon Alley, purchasing all the necessary school supplies, including a wand, textbooks, robes, and a cauldron. During this time, Hagrid also gifted him an owl for his birthday.

Having spent years living with his incredibly unkind aunt and uncle, Harry was experiencing a rare moment of warmth, which made him even more excited about his upcoming wizarding life.

"Alright, our last stop is Silver Spark, where you'll find the last of your school supplies. The Silver Spark Mystery Boxes you asked about are also sold there. I bet you'll love it; many young wizards are captivated the moment they step inside, which is why I saved it for last." Hagrid, carrying the large bags, boomed with laughter.

"Is Silver Spark famous? I've heard quite a few people talking about it, mentioning mystery boxes, records, even jewelry, candy, and perfume. What kind of store is it? It seems to sell everything!"

After spending the better part of the day with Hagrid, Harry had become more comfortable and relaxed, and his speech flowed more smoothly.

"Haha, that store isn't just famous in Diagon Alley; every wizard in Europe knows the name of Silver Spark Alchemy Development Company." As a small shareholder in the store, Hagrid was proud and eager to boast to Harry.

"There, you can buy the most amazing alchemical gadgets, like magical gramophones, magical records, magical music boxes, magical lamps, and various magical charms. Also, because Silver Spark has partnerships with many foreign businesses, there are tons of great imported goods, food, drinks, everything you can imagine!" Hagrid spared no effort in promoting his store.

"Wow, isn't that like a supermarket I once visited?" Harry became increasingly curious after hearing Hagrid's description and eagerly headed deeper into Diagon Alley.

However, before they even got close, Harry had already identified the so-called Silver Spark.

It was hard to miss, mainly because the store was so eye-catching. The black sign with silver lettering, even in the sweltering summer heat, shone like a neon light, constantly emitting sparkling magical light, giving off an air of understated luxury.

The number of people lingering in front of the store was the highest in all of Diagon Alley, with wizards constantly streaming in and out, almost forming a human river. Fortunately, the shop's interior was spacious enough, or there might have been long queues outside.

Through the glass windows below, one could see the exquisite products on display. For example, a set of crystal lamps was displayed in the front.

These lamps were completely different from the electric lights Harry had seen before. They could float in the air, like fragments of rhomboid crystals scattered in a vacuum. These crystals varied in size and had very regular and harmonious shapes, clearly the result of meticulous carving.

Although they looked dazzling, the light they emitted was very soft, creating an ethereal and dreamlike sensation when combined with their exquisite shapes.

Just as Harry was marveling at the beauty of the crystal lamps, he was drawn to another set of lamps with a different style: seven or eight large flowers floating in the air. These flowers varied in shape and type, some in full bloom, others still in bud.

The petals of these flowers were constantly emitting a light that was not dazzling but very bright, and Harry could clearly feel a coolness.

After concentrating, he was certain that the light had temperature! And it brought a coolness like a breeze under a summer tree!

Just when Harry thought he had experienced the magic of this set of lamps, a bud suddenly bloomed, and then dozens of fairies made of light flew out. These fairies wore exquisite dresses made of flowers and had two sets of petal-like wings on their backs!

"Look! They're out! They're out! I told you the garden fairies appear on the hour!" As the fairies flew out, the young wizards gathered in front of the window cheered almost in unison, clearly having waited for a long time. They waved excitedly at the fairies, as if summoning something.

Before Harry could wonder for long, he knew why the young wizards were so excited.

The fairies flew straight through the glass window! They danced on the street and weaved through the crowd. Some fairies even timidly approached the young wizards.

"Wow, she's coming closer! She seems to like me, Mom! They say people approached by garden fairies have good luck all day! I'm going to draw a mystery box!" A little girl, approached by a fairy, shouted excitedly to her parents, as if being approached by these little creatures of light truly granted special abilities.

Just as Harry was enviously watching the little girl, he suddenly saw a little fairy approaching his face, looking at him with a mischievous smile.

Harry was overjoyed to see this and carefully held out his hands, trying to get the fairy to stop in his palm, but the fairy seemed weightless, and he couldn't feel any weight even when it stepped on his hand.

"Phew!" The fairy looked at Harry with interest for a moment, then puffed out its cheeks and blew at him. Harry felt a refreshing breeze caress his skin, and he even smelled a faint floral fragrance.

After blowing the breeze at him, the fairy disappeared into the air with a bang, turning into colorful stardust.

"Hagrid! Did you see that? She… she seems to like me. She even blew on me. Do you think it will really bring me luck?" Harry looked up at Hagrid with a look of surprise.

"Haha, maybe it will, who knows? Looks like you're going to have a lucky day." Seeing Harry so excited, Hagrid encouraged him without spoiling his fun.

"Really? Then can I try drawing one of those mystery boxes they mentioned? Also, these lamps are so beautiful. Are they very expensive?" Harry turned his gaze back to the window, where the flower lamp that had released the fairies had closed again.

"Hehe, these lamps are indeed not cheap, well… you were blocked by people just now, take a look at them

Seeing Hagrid's gesture, Harry lowered his head and realized that these lamps were marked with prices: 'Enjoy the coolness this summer: Dream's Edge Lamp Set 88 Galleons, Garden Symphony Lamp Set 108 Galleons, order now and receive 10 free advanced magic wicks!'

"So that crystal lamp is called 'Dream's Edge,' and the flower lamp is called 'Garden Symphony'!" Harry had no concept of wizarding prices, so after witnessing the magic of these two magical lamps, he didn't realize how outrageous the prices were.

"Yes! That Garden Symphony was inspired by his cottage." Hagrid looked at Harry with a smile, then gently supported him. "Let's go in, Harry. It's much more interesting inside than outside."

"Okay!" Harry was now even more curious about the Silver Spark and hurried into the store with Hagrid.

"Wow!" Harry had lost count of how many times he had exclaimed today, but he couldn't help but shout again when he truly saw the scene inside the store.

As soon as he entered, Harry felt a coolness that contrasted sharply with the heat on the street. The air was filled with melodious music, and the five-meter-high ceiling was covered with magical lamps of various shapes, including birds, beasts, and celestial bodies, as well as the two sets he had seen outside the window.

The huge marketplace, covering thousands of square meters, was packed with people. Many wizards were selecting or discussing the products in front of each shelf, creating a lively scene.

Harry's attention was drawn to a corner of the store, where a group of young wizards had gathered.

These young wizards were crowded around a counter, which was piled high with a mountain of colorful boxes. The boxes appeared to be about the size of a palm, and their shapes were almost identical. The material they were made of looked like wood or metal to the naked eye, but judging from how easily the young wizards could hold them, they shouldn't be very heavy.