Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 3 Knowledge is expensive everywhere
Professor McGonagall left, without explaining how to use the owl, but she left behind a ticket to Hogwarts.

A ticket for the Hogwarts Express.

A guide to shopping for new student supplies in Diagon Alley.

While watching Bongbong admiring the magic wand toy and eating dried mealworms, Moon was carefully calculating the upcoming expenses.

Comparing the shopping instructions, Moon picked up a handy stone and began to record on the wall.

Three plain robes, 12 Galleons

A plain pointed hat for daytime wear, 3 Galleons

A pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar material), 22 gold galleons and 5 silver Sickles

A winter cloak, 5 gold galleons

"Just clothes cost so much money, but what are Galleons?"

Moon turned the parchment to the end and found the annotation left by Professor McGonagall.

"If you need to exchange wizarding coins, please go to Gringotts Wizarding Bank in Diagon Alley.

In addition, 5 pounds can be exchanged for about 1 gold galleon.

1 Gold Galleon to 17 Silver Sickles

1 Silver West can be exchanged for 29 Copper Knuts

Remember, don’t trust anyone other than your bank!”

"What a meticulous and rigorous professor." Moon looked at the beautiful handwriting on the parchment, and then began to worry.

"But after calculating this way, it seems that I really don't have enough money."

Following Professor McGonagall's annotations, Moon quickly calculated the price.

"The minimum is £212, not including textbooks and school supplies."

Looking at the purse tied up on the bed, Moon took two deep breaths, then raised his hand and continued to list each expense on the wall. He now had to know how many pennies he still needed to learn magic.

Fortunately, the price of the textbooks made Moon feel a little better.

The Standard Book of Spells, Elementary, 1 Galleon

A History of Magic, 2 Galleons

Magical Theory, 2 Galleons

Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, 1 Galleon

A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, 2 Galleons

Magic Pharmacy and Potions, 2 Galleons

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, 2 Galleons

The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense, 1 Galleon

"13 gold Galleons, that's 65 pounds. I should only have enough money to buy these textbooks."

A magic wand, 7 Galleons

A crucible, 15 gold galleons

A set of glass or crystal phials, 5 gold galleons

A telescope, 5 gold galleons

A brass scale, 3 Galleons

"Parchment, ink, and a quill are also needed. I don't need a pet, just Bengbeng is enough."

"唧~"

"That's right, you're all I need. 95 gold galleons, so I need to prepare at least 500 pounds!"

"Professor McGonagall, why don't you come back and finish what you have to say before you leave."

Moon threw away the stone in his hand and shouted towards the cave entrance.

After counting every coin in the purse, Moon didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

I gave my purse to Bengbeng to manage, partly for safety reasons, and partly because I was worried that I would spend money recklessly. After all, there are too many attractive things in this world.

Thanks to Bengbeng's financial management, Moon had managed to save £210 in the past two months, two hundred of which came from his wood carvings, and the remainder from Bengbeng's own savings. It was already early August, less than a month before school started, which meant Moon needed to earn £8 in thirty days.

"It seems Uncle Neil is right. Knowledge is priceless."

Moon lay helplessly on the bed, looking up and listening to the four-wheeled vehicles passing by on the bridge, and the dust falling down.

Bengbeng has finished eating the dried mealworms, but his interest in the magic wand has not diminished.

Seeing Moon's chest heaving, it struggled to climb up, then pulled up the magic wand and started shaking it continuously.

Looking at the magic wand toy swaying left and right in front of him, Moon knew that this was his last chance to learn magic and he had to seize it.

"Bengbeng, we will definitely go to Hogwarts"

Taking up a carving knife and a bundle of hazelnut branches, Moon came to the outside of the bridge.

The streetlights on the bridge were bright enough that a beam of light shone down to provide light for Moon's sculpture.

So people who take a night cruise on the Regent River can always inadvertently discover a young man under the bridge and wood chips floating around him.

Professor McGonagall is very busy, especially in the period before the start of the term.

Every year at this time, she had to visit the homes of some Muggle little wizards and explain to their parents that Hogwarts was not a mediocre school.

But this year was even worse; the Dursleys had already rejected seven hundred and ninety-two of her letters.

Although the contents of the letter could be handled with just a copying spell, the amount was enough to drive her crazy.

Especially when he discovered that Dursley had moved to a deserted island with Harry.

"I've told you long ago, Dumbledore, that the Dursleys are unreliable. In order to prevent Harry from attending Hogwarts, they actually moved their entire family to an island! Truly, truly..."

Coming to the principal's office from the spiral staircase, McGonagall looked angrily at the white-bearded principal behind the desk.

"Don't be angry, Minerva. Perhaps you need a hot drink to soothe the pain. Besides, you know they are Harry's only relatives."

Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand and waved his hand lightly. A teacup and a teapot floated in front of McGonagall.

"But that's exactly what happened. They clearly knew about the existence of the wizarding world, yet they did everything they could to prevent Harry from coming to Hogwarts. This is not something any relative would do."

Mag picked up the teacup and took a sip. His mood calmed down a little. He saw the unfinished letter on the desk and spoke again.

"I know you're busy, Dumbledore, but this matter must be attended to."

Seeing McGonagall's determined expression, Dumbledore nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, Fawkes, please tell Hagrid to come to the office."

Only after seeing the phoenix disappear did Mag feel relieved.

"Albus, are you writing to Nicolas Flamel?"

"Yes, my old friend is still a little reluctant to part with it. You know, this is the only one in the world after all."

McGonagall naturally knew what Dumbledore was talking about, but she couldn't express her opinion on the matter.

After all, this is a friendship between a magician who is over a hundred years old and one who is over six hundred years old.

But when she saw the quill and parchment on Dumbledore's desk, she seemed to remember something.

"Dumbledore, are you sure we want to admit that child who suddenly appeared into the school?"

"Of course, as long as his name is on the admission book, I can't think of any reason to refuse."

"But this is too strange. His name was written on the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission three months ago, but he just appeared out of nowhere in London two months ago. We can't even find any trace of his past."

"That's the charm of magic, Minerva. Perhaps this child can bring us some unexpected surprises."

Dumbledore is always like this, accepting everything with tolerance, just like Lupin and Hagrid many years ago, and of course that him.

Now there is another child who is even more mysterious and cannot even be explained by magic. McGonagall doesn't know whether Dumbledore's decision this time is correct.

Just as she was thinking this, someone coming up the spiral staircase interrupted her thoughts.

"Just in time, Hagrid. I need you to do something."

"With great pleasure, Headmaster."

After leaving the principal's office, Magg plunged into her busy work again.

She really wished that school had already started so that she wouldn't have to worry about all the problems of enrolling new students.

　Ask for the follow-up reading, monthly ticket and recommendation ticket from the little wizard
　　
　
(End of this chapter)