The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 258 The Essence of Daluo!

In the 1990s, London in the UK was considered one of the most modern cities in the world.

Urban architecture and transportation facilities were already very complete, and even the differences with later generations were not particularly large.

It fully demonstrates the enduring superiority of England’s cultural heritage, especially the hospitality that the English are most famous for in later generations.

On the journey from the orphanage to Charing Cross Road, Mu Sheng had already seen two thefts and robberies occur.

"The people here are so simple and honest!" Mu Sheng exclaimed.

The English people are so enthusiastic! They are afraid that you will be crushed by the wallet in your pocket, the ring on your hand and the necklace around your neck, so they take the initiative to help you take them away to lighten your burden.

What a touching cultural custom!

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. In order to better integrate into the local people, Mu Sheng said that he would do the same in the future!

Charing Cross Road, a busy commercial street, a shabby old bar appears abruptly in it.

It's like a muscular man squeezing in among a group of little Nan girls, particularly conspicuous and out of proportion.

"The Leaky Cauldron!"

Mu Sheng looked at the pedestrians on the street ignoring the Leaky Cauldron and was even more amazed at the power of magic.

Even if he wanted to make so many people ignore a building with a strange style, he had to use his mental power to hypnotize them all the time.

But for these wizards, all they need is a Confusion Spell, and they don't have to trap themselves here.

"Are you ready to enter the magical world, Victeri?"

Professor McGonagall leaned forward slightly, looked over the top of her glasses, looked at Mu Sheng with a kind smile in her eyes, and then walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

Mu Sheng followed closely behind him and walked in. A medieval-style bar immediately came into view, as if he had traveled back to the past from modern society.

"They are still using candles for lighting. These wizards are so arrogant!"

Looking at the bar which was still somewhat dim under the light of dozens of candles, Mu Sheng couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Wizards throughout the magical world have an instinctive arrogance towards Muggles who cannot use magic.

The difference is that some wizards look down on others without any disguise, while some seem to have good intentions, but in essence they still look down on others from a high position.

Even many of the white wizards in the original series, when talking about the Muggle world, revealed the city people's contempt for the country people.

Even young wizards of Muggle origin will unconsciously distinguish themselves from ordinary people after mastering the power of magic.

But it is easy to understand. Just like in the world of ordinary people, those who surpass you in economy and status do not regard you as one of the same kind, let alone these wizards who possess extraordinary powers.

"Professor McGonagall, would you like a drink? This is for the little wizard who will be enrolled this year?"

Tom, the bar owner, greeted them curiously when he saw Professor McGonagall come in with a little Muggle-born wizard.

As for why he was so sure it was a Muggle child, the reason was simple. Children of wizarding descent would not wear suits.

In fact, it’s not just children from wizarding families. Children from ordinary families rarely run around in suits. It’s too flashy!

"No, Tom. I'm taking Victre to buy school supplies."

Professor McGonagall patted Mu Sheng on the shoulder.

"Victori? What a nice name that makes people happy." said the boss Tom with a smile.

Some time ago, he met Harry Potter, the boy who survived and killed the mysterious man.

Today we met another boy named 'Victory', which is a very good sign for boss Tom.

"Next time you come to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, I'll give you a 20% discount!" Tom, the owner, gave himself a good omen and released goodwill.

"Tom, Victor is still a child!" Professor McGonagall said somewhat dissatisfiedly, and then looked at Mu Sheng.

"Let's go, Victory. We need to buy a lot of things today."

After saying that, he held Mu Sheng's shoulders and led him to a small patio deep in the bar.

Then he tapped the broken brick wall a few times in a specific order, and the brick wall immediately began to change. A moment later, a doorway appeared in front of Mu Sheng.

And outside the doorway is Diagon Alley.

"Wow!"

Mu Sheng cooperated by letting out an exclamation, much to Professor McGonagall's satisfaction.

"Let's go to Gringotts to get the money first. In view of your situation, Hogwarts has issued you a scholarship, but..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Mu Sheng meaningfully: "I think Mr. Victeri doesn't need it now?"

"Why not?" Mu Sheng stared at Professor McGonagall with a pair of pure big eyes and an innocent face, and gave the "save" reply.

"Professor McGonagall, you don't think I would take the funds of Elias Orphanage, do you?" Mu Sheng's face was full of grief and indignation at being questioned by Professor McGonagall about his character.

"That's the living expenses for hundreds of children in the orphanage. If I use it, what's the difference between me and the previous director and caregiver?"

Mu Sheng put his hands on his hips, frowned, and looked very angry. Professor McGonagall suddenly felt that her words were a bit too much and quickly apologized to Mu Sheng.

This can't be entirely blamed on her. It's mainly because Mu Sheng's way of speaking and doing things is very mature, and many times Professor McGonagall would unconsciously treat him as a peer.

He became more direct when speaking and accidentally hurt Mu Sheng's young heart.

After passing through the bronze and silver doors of Gringotts, Mu Sheng and Professor McGonagall arrived at the service hall of Gringotts.

The hall was surrounded by long counters, with hundreds of ugly goblins doing registration work behind the counters.

"What a greedy and evil creature, just like a squid in the ordinary people's world." Mu Sheng looked at the cunning goblin with disgust.

"Squid?" Professor McGonagall agreed with Makisho that goblins were greedy, but she didn't understand what the squid he was talking about was.

"Yes, they are the culprits who manipulated the financial system, sold a piece of bread for 500,000 marks, and caused the Germans, who were almost starving to death, to start the Second World War under the leadership of the mustache!

This is a race that even God has been hunting for thousands of years!" Mu Sheng explained.

"Is that so? It does look a bit like a goblin."

Professor McGonagall nodded thoughtfully. She didn't know much about the history of the Muggle world, but after hearing what Mu Sheng said, she felt that squids were indeed not good things.

"But don't worry, wizards are the race that controls everything in the wizarding world!" Professor McGonagall said confidently.

"Let's go and collect your scholarship."

Fifteen minutes later,
At the gate of Gringotts, Mu Sheng had two more bags in his hands.

A bag contained the scholarship given to him by Hogwarts, a total of 100 gold Galleons.

Although it’s not much, Hogwarts has free tuition, so it’s enough to buy some school supplies.

The other bag contained 1000 gold galleons that Mu Sheng exchanged for pounds. According to the exchange rate of 1:5, Mu Sheng only paid 5000 pounds.

If those greedy goblins hadn't disagreed, Mu Sheng could have exchanged for more gold Galleons.

A space expansion spell was cast on the bag. It looked palm-sized, but the space inside was actually one cubic meter.

He had worked so hard to travel through so many worlds, but the space he had refined was only about 70 or 80 cubic meters, but now any money bag could have a cubic meter. When he thought of the tent in the original book that had an inner space as big as a house, and Newt's suitcase that could be used as a zoo, Mu Sheng felt that his own panel was too disappointing.

"Victori, didn't you say that we can't use the orphanage's funds?"

Professor McGonagall felt as if she had suddenly grown a red nose. She had just been apologizing to Victoire for her prejudice.

Who would have thought that as soon as he received the scholarship, he turned around and took out a large stack of pounds to exchange for gold Galleons.

"Yes! That's what I said!" Mu Sheng stuffed both purses into his arms.

"Then what is this?" Professor McGonagall looked at Mu Sheng as if he were a liar.

"This is my salary. I only said that you cannot use the orphanage's funds, but I didn't say that you cannot use my salary!" Mu Sheng said righteously.

"A salary of 5000 pounds?" Professor McGonagall was incredulous. Even with her limited understanding of the Muggle world, she knew what 5000 pounds meant.

"Yes, it's normal for a dean like me to pay myself 500 pounds a week, right? It's also normal for me to advance a few months' salary, right?"

This seems to make sense. Professor McGonagall did a simple calculation and found that this salary level is indeed in line with the salary of a dean.

Did I blame the kid wrongly again?
Just as Professor McGonagall was blaming herself, a faint voice came from the side: "Professor McGonagall, you are not doubting me again, are you?
Alas! Can't people have a little more trust in each other? "

Mu Sheng shook his head and sighed, then turned and left, leaving Professor McGonagall with a lonely back.

"Merlin! Damn it!"

"How could I doubt the pure, fervent heart of a child?"

"Victori, wait."

Professor McGonagall hurried after him and apologized again sincerely for her behavior.

'Why have I been apologizing all day?'

Such a thought flashed through Professor McGonagall's mind, but then she put it aside and took Mu Sheng to buy school supplies.

As for why Mu Sheng wanted to receive a scholarship even though he was rich, she had subconsciously ignored it.

Wizard robes, pointy hats, dragonhide gloves, cloaks, textbooks, cauldrons, telescopes and more.

By the time it was almost noon, Mu Sheng had purchased most of his school supplies, and now all he needed was a magic wand and a magic pet.

"Let's go buy a wand first. Ollivander's wand shop is right in front of us. It is the best wand shop in the British wizarding world," suggested Professor McGonagall.

"OK, then let's buy the wand first!" Mu Sheng pushed the cart forward first. The cart was filled with school supplies that he had already bought.

Soon, a wand shop appeared in their sight.

Ollivanders Wand Shop!
After placing the cart at the door of the store, Mu Sheng and Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as you enter the store, the first thing you see is the wand boxes that almost fill the entire store.

The wall cabinets all around and the rows of shelves at the back were all filled with rectangular wand boxes.

Mu Sheng made a rough estimate and found that there were nearly two thousand wands just from what he saw. If one counted the wands stored deeper in the store, Ollivander's Wand Shop would have at least tens of thousands of wands.

Tens of thousands! The total number of wizards in the entire British wizarding world could be less than ten thousand, right?

Wow, this one store has bought up all the wands in the entire British wizarding world.

"Is anyone there, Mr. Ollivander?"

Seeing that there was no one at the counter, Professor McGonagall shouted into the store.

Soon, an old man with white hair and even white eyebrows walked out from the aisle between two shelves full of wand boxes.

"So it's Professor McGonagall. Then this child must be Victeri," Ollivander greeted with a smile.

As a wand shop that almost monopolizes the wand business in the British wizarding world, Ollivander's Wand Shop has cooperation with Hogwarts and even the Ministry of Magic.

For example, the trace of thread in the wand of a young wizard, and the subsidy for new students to buy a wand when they enter Hogwarts. Otherwise, as the most important equipment for wizards, the price of the wand would not be so cheap.

There are only forty to fifty students enrolled in Hogwarts every year. Now there are only a dozen days left before the start of school, and the young wizards have already bought their wands.

Mu Sheng, who had just received the admission letter today, had not yet purchased a wand. In addition, since he was brought here by Professor McGonagall, Ollivander immediately confirmed Mu Sheng's name.

"Yes, Victeri's wand is of great use to you, Mr. Ollivander," said Professor McGonagall, nodding slightly.

"My pleasure!" Ollivander looked at Mu Sheng and winked with a smile.

Then he raised the magic wand in his hand and swung it. The tape measure on the table next to him flew up, surrounded Mu Sheng and began to measure his height, arms and other data.

"Let me look for it." Ollivander climbed up the shelf ladder.

"Got it. This one is made of Chinese fireball dragon nerve as the staff core and willow wood as the staff body."

The Chinese Fireball Dragon was chosen because of Mu Sheng’s Chinese blood, and the Willow Tree was chosen because of his orphan status.

Willow trees have healing powers and are suitable for children who lack a sense of security. In Ollivander's opinion, they are more suitable for Makatsu.

Ollivander climbed down the ladder with the box, walked to Mu Sheng, opened the box, took out the wand inside and handed it to Mu Sheng.

"Give it a try."

The moment Mu Sheng took the wand, he noticed that the magic power in his body suddenly became more docile and easier to control than before.

Mu Sheng tried to wave it, and a strand of magic power flowed along his arm into the wand.

The next moment, a magical rainbow light appeared in the wand shop, exuding a peaceful and warm atmosphere.

"Woo~hoo~", Ollivander cheered when he saw this.

"It's rare that a young wizard can choose the right wand for him the first time. This is a good sign, little Victeri."

'Why do I feel like any wand will suit me?'

Is it because of the existence of the refining panel? Or is it because of the magic pool in my body? Or is it both?
Mu Sheng glanced at the old man with a look of surprise, but still did not let him find a few more wands to try. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future, so there was no need to show off his specialness.

'Willow tree?'

Professor McGonagall, a professor at Hogwarts, obviously knew the properties of the willow wand, and she couldn't help but feel a little pity for Mu Sheng.

Poor child, is he pretending to be an adult because he feels insecure?
After dealing with the somewhat excited Ollivander and paying for the wands, Mu Sheng and Professor McGonagall left the wand shop.

Pushing the cart towards the final destination of this trip, the Magical Creatures Shop.

I don’t know why, but Mu Sheng suddenly found that Professor McGonagall’s gaze towards him became a little strange, as if he was looking at an abandoned kitten.

What's going on with this old lady?
Mu Sheng was a little confused. In order to get rid of this strange gaze, he deliberately started a conversation:
"Professor McGonagall, does the Magical Creatures store have any crows? I would like to have a crow as a magical pet."

"Crow? There should be some, but if not you can order some. They may not arrive until after your school starts."

"That's great. I've already thought of a name for it. It's Blank!"

Xiao Hei's number of clones is increasing again. He is lucky to have me as his master.

　Is it better to write in more detail or to progress faster?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)