He followed Hagrid to a shop with a sign that read "Madam Malkin's Robes."
Inside was a short and plump witch with a warm smile. She saw Harry and walked up to him, saying, "New Hogwart's student, are you here to buy your uniform?"
Harry nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."
"Stand here and don't move. I'll take your measurements." Madam Malkin waved her wand, and a soft measuring tape, like a little snake, twisted around Harry's body.
She measured his body dimensions.
"Ma'am, please make the clothes a bit bigger when you tailor them," Harry said.
In his dream memories, he hadn't bought a single well-fitting piece of clothing before he finished growing.
Although he had money now, it was a habit, an unchangeable one.
Kids buying clothes, they should buy a size larger.
"Alright, I understand. After all, you little wizards always grow so fast," Madam Malkin smiled.
Well, it seems that both East and West have the same view on this.
It was the first time Harry had worn a robe, and he felt a little uncomfortable. It was too loose, and he felt like he could easily trip over it.
Hagrid continued to take him to buy other things, textbooks, and some odds and ends.
But when they were buying a cauldron, Harry took a look and, after asking about its purpose, he deliberately bought two.
Hagrid was a bit curious, but they had already reached the entrance of the wand shop. He told Harry to go in alone, saying he had a surprise for him and would go somewhere else.
Harry nodded and reassured him, letting him leave.
He walked into the shop named Ollivanders by himself.
As soon as he entered, Harry sensed thousands of faint magical fluctuations, weak but noticeable.
A hand slowly stretched towards him from behind.
Harry's emerald green eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He struck first, his speed lightning fast as he directly clasped the hand behind his back.
Then, with a sharp twist, he slipped out of the hand's grasp, and in an instant, it was Harry holding the hand, pressing it against the other person's back.
He had gained the upper hand.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." The white-haired old man involuntarily cried out in pain.
Seeing that it was an old man, Harry instinctively let go of his hand.
But the next moment, he regretted it.
Damn dream memories, making him afraid that the old man in front of him was trying to extort money, so he let go of his hand.
But this was the wizarding world.
What if he used magic to do something bad to him? What then?
But it was too late, the old man had already turned around, gently rubbing his arm, looking at him with his silver eyes.
Harry felt a little uneasy under his gaze. Damn, the old man wasn't really trying to extort money, was he?
"You attacked first, I'm just defending myself," Harry said, a sentence the old man didn't quite understand.
"Mr. Potter, your eyes remind me of your mother," Ollivander said, without responding to Harry's words.
"You know my mother?" Harry's eyes lit up. As expected, news of his parents would come up in the wizarding world.
"Of course, your parents both bought their wands here," Ollivander said with a smile.
"So, child, which hand do you prefer to use?" Ollivander said. He pulled out a long ruler with silver markings from his pocket.
"Right hand," Harry said, extending his right hand.
"Extend your arm like this." He measured from Harry's shoulder all the way to his fingertips, then from his wrist to his elbow, shoulder, to the ground, knee to armpit, and the whole head.
Harry wasn't really sure why you had to measure your whole body for a wand.
He was still in a rapid growth spurt, and those measurements might be inaccurate in a few months.
What was the point of measuring his body now?
"I've been wondering when I'd get to meet you," Ollivander said, walking towards the counter as he spoke, picking and choosing.
"Usually, when young wizards come to choose wands, I consider their parents, after all, magic is hereditary, and most children use wands similar to their parents'. " Ollivander picked up a box, walked to Harry, and opened it.
"Try this one, beech wood and dragon heartstring, nine inches, nice and flexible, wave it around."
Harry did as he was told and waved the wand casually.
The magic in his brow was guided out by the wand.
But it didn't feel smooth, a red light flashed, and Ollivander took the wand away.
"This is clearly not right." Ollivander went back to selecting wands.
"Maple wood, phoenix feather, 7 inches. Try this one?" Ollivander handed him another wand.
Harry expressionlessly took it, as if he was going to wave it again, but Ollivander snatched the wand from his hand at once.
"No, no."
"Try this one, ebony and unicorn hair."
Harry didn't want to just foolishly wave the wand anymore, he wanted to use this one to heal himself.
The wand lit up, but Harry felt that if he used this wand to cast his game magic.
It would be even more powerful.
A treasure?!
Harry's eyes lit up.
As we all know, in Heroes of Might and Magic 3, the only way to increase magic damage is to increase strength points.
One way to increase attributes is through treasures.
This wand actually increases his strength attribute.
It can enhance his magic effects.
"Strange, it's very strange," Ollivander's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Harry looked at him, his silver eyes filled with confusion and delight.
"This wand doesn't resist you, but it's definitely not the most suitable wand for you. It's just trying its best to cooperate, to be controlled by you," Ollivander said.
He's a master wandmaker, he saw the wand's problem at a glance.
"This is the first time I've encountered this situation, Mr. Potter, you've given me a surprise." Ollivander smiled at Harry.
But he didn't ask about Harry's secret.
Instead, he picked out another wand for him.
Ollivander clearly wanted to pick out a wand suitable for him.
But the wand boxes stacked higher and higher on the counter.
He couldn't find a wand that suited him.
"Every wizard has their own unique qualities, and wands are extremely sensitive to them, but you are different. Whether it's fir wood for white magic or yew wood for black magic, they are all willing to cooperate with you."
"You are like a king, and they are your subjects." Ollivander said to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, you are more unique than that man. I thought he would be suited to elm, apple, or even black walnut, but I never thought it would be yew wood," Ollivander looked at his forehead.
"That man, who is it?" Harry lowered his eyes.
"You can't call him by name, the Dark Lord," Ollivander shook his head.
"I thought you would be suited for this, holly, phoenix feather, the same phoenix feather made two wands, but it's clearly not right for you."
"Your destiny shouldn't be bound."
Harry's emerald green eyes blinked, he felt that the old man was implying something.
"Come, try this one, sycamore wood, phoenix feather, twelve inches." Ollivander handed him a wand.
Harry took it, this time, it wasn't like the previous wands, showing a willingness to cooperate.
Instead, a joyful air came to Harry's heart.
He waved it around.
A gentle breeze brushed past Harry and Ollivander's faces.
"Yes, this is it," Ollivander's expression was one of great joy.
"The picky little wizard, finally found the wand that suits him best."
Harry played with the wand in his hand, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He felt that the wand in his hand, not only could enhance his magic effects, but could also reduce magic consumption.
Although his current magic had never been fully depleted.
This is very different from the game.
Magic in Heroes of Might and Magic 3 is increased by increasing intelligence points, one intelligence point increases 10 points of magic.
But this is the real world after all, maybe the source of magic is different in this world.
"How much is it?"
"7 Galleons." Ollivander replied, then he rummaged through the counter and handed Harry a book.
"And this book, "The Care of Magical Creatures", is also a gift for you. Remember to take good care of it, choosing another wand that suits you is not an easy task." Ollivander said to him.
"Thanks," Harry handed him the money and thanked him.
"Harry." A voice came from the doorway.
"Then I'm off," Harry nodded to Ollivander and left the shop.