The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Diagon Alley.

Vita appeared out of thin air with the two of them.

[Congratulations to the host for entering Diagon Alley and obtaining the achievement: Exploring Diagon Alley]

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Before Argus had time to be happy, he saw Draco next to him leaning against the wall and retching.

"Ugh!"

"Isn't this your first time to Apparate?" Argus looked strange.

"How is it possible!" Upon hearing this, Draco almost jumped up, but he vomited again before he got up.

After about two or three minutes, he finally recovered.

Just as Argus was about to enter Diagon Alley with Draco, several sneaky figures caught his attention.

Is it an Auror? Or the power of a pure-blood family?

Argus gave Vita an inquiring look, and the other nodded.

Meaning that he had noticed it.

"Argus, you go buy the things you need for Hogwarts first, I'll go do something." Vita quietly took out the wand from his sleeve, suggesting that Argus should deal with them first.

Argus understood and nodded, "Aunt Vita, you go ahead and do your work. I'll come find you after I take Draco shopping."

Turning to Draco.

"Let's go to Ollivander's Wand Shop first."

Argus stepped forward and came to a store.

The store door was old and narrow, and the piles of wands made it almost impossible to find a place to stay in the store.

It's hard to imagine that this is the home of the three major wand makers in Europe and the cradle of countless wizards.

"Oh~ Two little wizards, welcome."

A standard British accent sounded from a pile of boxes, and an old man with dirty white hair and brown flared sleeves walked out.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander!" Argus showed great respect for this top technical talent in the wizarding world.

"Come on, kids."

Olivander warmly welcomed the two in.

"Platinum hair, pure-blood temperament, you are the child of the Malfoy family! I still remember when your father came to buy a wand, it was a wand made of elm and dragon nerves."

"In a blink of an eye, his son should go to school."

As soon as he saw Draco, Ollivander immediately showed the characteristics of the first information dealer in the British wizarding world, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

When he turned around and saw Argus, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Aristocratic temperament, blonde hair and blue eyes, I remember that there seems to be no family with this feature in the British pure-blood family. You are..."

"Just call me Argus."

Seeing that Argus did not speak directly, Ollivander did not ask more questions and went straight to the point.

"Okay, Argus, tell me, which hand do you usually use?"

"Mr. Ollivander, you misunderstood, I just accompanied Draco here, as for the wand..."

Argus took out his wand from his arms and gestured to Ollivander.

"I'm ready."

"Oh! My God!"

The moment Argus took out the wand, Ollivander rushed over as if he had seen some rare treasure.

He exclaimed in amazement!

"Made of elder wood, a wand core that has never been seen before... This is..."

"It's a unicorn, the nerve of a unicorn, a magical animal from the far east."

"Unicorn?"

Just by the material of the wand, Ollivander realized that Argus's identity was extraordinary.

The last time the unicorn appeared was when Dumbledore and Grindelwald fought.

Since then, no one has seen this magical animal again.

The young man in front of him can take out a wand made of unicorn nerves, his identity is beyond doubt!

"Are you from Dumbledore's family?"

Although the words were inquiring, the tone was very firm, which made Argus's smile freeze instantly.

If it weren't for the aristocratic cultivation he had cultivated over the years, he would have wanted to snatch the wand from Ollivander immediately.

What a look!

How do I look like someone from the old bee family?

Does he deserve it!

In fact, there was a certain coincidence in the acquisition of this wand.

Originally, Argus did not plan to choose a wand so early.

Two years ago, by chance, he found in Grindelwald's inventory that the other party had left some unicorn hair, scales and nerves for research.

Such precious materials, of course, he would not let go easily.

That's why he had this wand in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, Argus barely maintained his decent smile.

"Mr. Ollivander, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Argus."

"Argus Grindelwald!"

The next second, Ollivander's eyes widened.

As a witness to the era when Gellert Grindelwald was rampant in Europe, he knew the meaning of this surname too well.

If it weren't for his father's suppression, I'm afraid he would also become a member of the saint.

Unfortunately... Alas!

For a moment, Ollivander didn't know how to talk to Argus.

"Mr. Ollivander, can you choose a wand for me first?"

Draco's words broke the originally silent atmosphere.

Ollivander woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly came to Draco with a tape measure: "Little wizard from the Malfoy family, which arm do you usually use?"

"Right hand!"

"Try this one, nine and a half inches, redwood and dragon nerves, very similar to your father's!"

Olivander finally returned to normal, took one out of a pile of boxes and handed it to Draco.

Draco waved it in his hand.

There was an explosion, and the window shattered.

"It doesn't work well."

Draco shook his head unsatisfied.

"It seems that you are different from your father. Try this one again. It is ten inches long, made of hawthorn wood and has unicorn tail hair as the wand core."

As the wand was waved, the broken window slowly recovered.

Draco held the wand tightly as if he had a new toy.

"This is it!"

"Thank you for your patronage. Seven gold galleons!"

...

After leaving Ollivander's Wand Shop, Argus smacked his lips.

I didn't hear Ollivander's classic phrase - picky customers.

It made him a little regretful.

Draco didn't give him time to savor it. He immediately pulled him to the other side of Diagon Alley.

"Let's go to Madam Malkin's robe shop to order Hogwarts student robes first, and then go to Tufan Clothing Shop to choose a few dresses."

"You know, Madam Malkin's grade is too low. If Hogwarts didn't have to take care of those Muggle wizards, I wouldn't..."

Unconsciously, the two came to Madam Malkin's robe shop.

There were many little wizards choosing inside.

"Hello, are the two little wizards freshmen at Hogwarts?"

Agus smiled and replied: "Yes, Madam Malkin, please make a few Hogwarts student robes for me and my friends."

"No problem, wait a moment."

Madam Malkin is a short and fat witch, wearing a purple dress, looking very kind, like a neighbor's aunt.

After measuring the size of Argus and Draco, she took out a few finished robes, waved her wand to thread the needle, and the needle and thread and scissors kept interweaving on the robes to modify the size of the robes.

"Madam, I want to ask, how long will it take for our robes?"

Agus felt that he might not be able to get the robes for a while, so he planned to buy the crucible and the books for the first grade first.

Just then, the bell at the door of the store rang.

Dingling!

As the door opened, a thin boy walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, the boy showed a sense of cowardice, as if he didn't dare to look at people, let alone talk to people.

Agus's heart trembled.

Loose clothes, a slightly confused and helpless expression.

And there is a giant at the door!

Could it be that...