Professonagall looked at Eda, whose emerald-green eyes had lost their sparkle. "What's the matter? Do you not want to go?"

  "No, I am very eager to see the magical world you described and would love to study at Hogwarts!" Eda lifted her head, a spark returning to her eyes, only to dim again almost immediately. "But I don't have any money. My savings probably won't be enough to support me at Hogwarts."

  "That's an easy problem to solve." Magall reached into her pocket and took out a leather money pouch. "Hogwarts does not charge tuition fees, and we also have a schorship fund to help those who need assistah purchasing books and robes. However, you might o buy some sed-hand items."

  "That's not a problem," Eda responded, gesturing to her clothes. "I've grown up here, using sed-hand items all my life, so buying sed-hand is perfectly fine. I just don't know where to buy them."

  "Everything you need be bought in Diagon Alley. I take you there, and you exge your savings for wizarding currency if you o."

  "When we leave?"

  "Now. You get your things together, and I'll wait for you at the orpharance. Remember t your shopping list; it was included with your letter." Magall stood up and walked out, leaving Eda alone in the room.

  Eda was satisfied with her performance.

  She had acted just as a child who grew up in an orphanage and had never heard of the magical world should.

  She didn't want to appear too extraordinary or attrauch attention. At the moment, she was far too weak to stand out; she wasn't even as strong as a big ant.

  Eda tidied up her belongings and gathered all her money – some earned from odd jobs, and some given by the two families who had once adopted her. It wasn't a lot, but it was everything she had.

  The magical world promised to be a dangerous yet dazzling journey. Eda walked to the window and saw Professonagall standing in the courtyard. Despite her age, she stood tall a.

  Eda chose to accept her fate and embrace the challenge.

  Professonagall aook Muggle transportation across half of London to an ordinary-looking street, bustling with regur people.

  "We've arrived, The Leaky Cauldron," Professonagall said, stopping. "Muggles don't notice it."

  Following Magall's pointing finger, Eda saw the famed Leaky Cauldron.

  It was unimpressive, dirty, narrow, and inspicuous.

  'Not only Muggles, but I myself would subsciously ig without Professonagall's guidance.'

  Ihe pub was indeed dark and dirty, matg' its exterior.

  A few wizards were sitting around in the bar, seemingly familiar with Professonagall. They greeted her warmly, and even the bartender came up to her.

  "Professonagall, would you like a drink?" Tom, the bartender, asked hospitably.

  "No, thank you. I'm here on business," Magall replied, moving forward, and Eda hurried to follow her.

  Passing through the bar, they reached a small courtyard surrounded by walls, with only a trash bin and some weeds.

  "Remember this, Miss Twist, three up, two across," Magall instructed. She showed Eda how to t the bricks on the wall, then had Eda step back.

  Magall tapped her wand on the ted bricks three times.

  As Professonagall tapped the bricks, one of them started to move.

  A small hole appeared on the wall, gradually growing rger until it revealed a wide archway leading to a cobblestoreet that seemed to stretdlessly.

  Although Eda had not read or seen Harry Potter Novels or Movies, her friend had showhis se on her smartphone in her previous life, witnessing it firsthand was still incredibly awe-inspiring.

  "Wele to Diagon Alley, Miss Twist," Professonagall said, gng back at the astonished Eda before leading the way forward. Eda quickly followed.

  The once-wide street was crowded with bustling people.

  Loud versations, greetings, and haggling filled the air.

  There were shops selling cauldrons, the Eeylops Owl Emporium, a broomstick shop surrounded by boys, and many other straores.

  The merts in Diagon Alley seemed to sell everything one could imagine.

  "Do you o exge some Galleons? Galleons are the currency used in the wizarding world. One Galleon is equivalent to seventeen Sickles, and one Sickle be exged for twenty-nine Knuts," Magall expio Eda.

  "I have some savings that I'd like to exge for wizard currency."

  "Ok, follow me closely."

  Under Professonagall's guidahey arrived at a t, snow-white building.

  Standing beside the gleaming bronze doors was a goblin in a scarlet and gold uniform.

  On the way there, Magall had introduced Eda totts and naturally mentioned goblins.

  Eda was someuzzled. Although wizards had won the war against goblins, they had handed over financial trol to them.

  If the goblins ever waged an eic war, the wizards' lofty status could quickly turn miserable.

  'Who was the wizard that came up with the idea to let goblins trol the ey?'

  Two goblins bowed to them ahem into a tall marble hall. Professonagall spoke to one of the goblins, "Miss Twist is a first-year student. She o exge some Galleons."

  "Very well. Today's exge rate is five pounds to one Galleon," the goblin said, looking at Eda. "How many would you like to exge, Miss Twist?"

  After exging money, Eda followed Magall out otts, having exged enough for 100 Galleons. That was all the money she had and could exge.

  Muggle-born students could exge a limited amount of currency at Gringotts before each school year to ehey could buy what they needed.

  To prevent a run on the bank, goblins limited the amount exged, as wizards could easily earn Muggle money.

  Eda put the pouch taining the Galleons in her pocket.

  The pouch, ented by goblins, had an expanded interior to store s without addi—one of the venienagical life.

  Eda held a Galleon in her hand, pying with it.

  The wasn't pure gold, likely an alloy made by goblins using magic. "Professor, where should we go ?"

  "To buy uniforms," Magall replied suctly.

  However, at Eda's insistehey went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions instead of a sed-hand shop, even though it was much more expensive.

  At the entranadam Malkin's, Magall decided to split up, thinking it was more effit.

  She let Eda buy her robes while she went to purchase a cauldron, telescope, scales, and other items.

  Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch with a kind smile, dressed in purple. She looked at Eda, who had e in alone, and asked, "Here fwarts school uniforms, dear?"

  "Yes."

  "e along, dear, this way."

  Under Madam Malkin's guidance, Eda walked to the back of the shop. Madam Malkin had her stand on a footstool and draped a robe over her, pinning it to fit her length.

  "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but could the clothes be made a bit rger?" Eda asked, without aation.

  "No problem, dear," Madam Malkin replied as she measured Eda. Hearing Eda's request and noting that she was alone, Madam Malkin inferred that Eda might not be well-off and wahe clothes to st longer. Eda wasn't the first child to make such a request.

  After being fitted, paying, and leaving an address, Eda stepped out of the shop to find Professonagall waiting for her at the door.

  "Other than books and a wand, I've bought everything else," Professonagall said. Her effid petence were impressive. "Now, let's get your books."

  "Okay, Professor," Eda replied, then followed Magall towards a sed-hand bookstore. They o buy Eda's textbooks there.

  Possibly due to the uping school term, the sed-hand bookstore had ahe books required for each year, ly dispyed for easy sele.

  Eda chose carefully, iing each book one by one, not wanting any missing pages or uext iextbooks.

  Professonagall was also helping, seleg books even more meticulously than Eda.

  They spent a long time in the bookstore, finally finding satisfactory books.

  Under Magall's guidance, Eda also picked some additional books to better uand the magical world. Of course, these extra books were bought with Eda's own money.

  Now, they only had o item to purchase: a wand.