Hogwarts: Lacus doesn't want to be a witch who destroys nations.

Diagon Alley is a cobblestone alleyway located in London, England, tucked behind a pub called the Leaky Cauldron. It's filled with restaurants, shops, banks, and all sorts of other small businesses; you can buy everything on the Hogwarts essentials list here. Diagon Alley is separate from the Muggle world and is quite large, practically the center of London's magical world.

Dumbledore handed the acceptance letters to the two, and after Tom and Lux ​​packed their luggage, he led them to Diagon Alley, gave them a list and some money to buy the items on the list, and then left.

"Dumbledore actually let two kids wander around in completely unfamiliar places?" Lux quipped.

Tom replied somberly, "Perhaps he's just pretending to care about us."

"Tom is too gloomy. Didn't he also give us a sum of money for textbooks, owls, wands, uniforms, cauldrons, protective gear... We need to buy so many things. Is the money Dumbledore gave us enough?" Lux looked at the densely packed list and expressed doubt about the money Dumbledore gave her.

Harry's extravagant spending in Diagon Alley was based on his wealthy inheritance, not on the cheapness of the magical items. Keep in mind that in the wizarding world in 1938, one Galleon was roughly equivalent to seven pounds.

Keep in mind that at that time, a worker in the British Empire only earned about £3 a month, while a brand new book on the list would cost about 1 Galleon.

"I don't know, but I don't think Dumbledore would make such a mistake." Tom had been somewhat dazed since witnessing Dumbledore's methods, with a complex mix of fear and longing. Lux couldn't quite figure out what Tom was thinking for the time being.

Lux recalled the plot with her hazy memory, "If we don't have enough money, we can buy second-hand uniforms and books, and we should get a new wand from Ollivander's Wand Shop."

"You know this place very well?" Tom was a little surprised but not too surprised. After all, this crazy woman was quite intelligent when she wasn't acting crazy. Moreover, ever since Dumbledore introduced the wizards, he had always suspected that Lux was a wizard from a pure-blood family who had just ended up in the orphanage by accident.

"This is my first time here, but it feels very familiar. It might be an experience left over from my past life, which I would call a legacy."

The last two words of Lux were clearly not pronounced in English. Tom was curious but would never ask. It was definitely a damn pun, a lame joke. So he replied indifferently, "Is that so? Then we'd better hurry up."

The two wandered through Diagon Alley, and under Lux's guidance, they entered a thrift store, a second-hand robe shop, a Diagon Alley stationery store, a Partridge Cauldron shop, Flour and Blotts, and finally stopped at Eeyore Owls.

It wasn't because of the price that I was having trouble, but because Lux's quest list had been updated.

Special Mission: Rescue Private Poro

One of the Poro under the Poro King's command has gone missing. Poro represent truth, courage, and innocence; they are born of love. For some reason, this Poro is now being sold as a magical creature at a magical animal shop. The Poro King is willing to pay a fee to rescue it.

[Mission Reward: Unlock Poro Throw (Throw a Poro at your target; if it hits a target, you can quickly teleport next to that target)]

"Tom, I think I need a magical pet." Lux paused for a moment in front of the Magical Beasts shop.

"What are they for?" Tom asked, puzzled, but his tone was full of disdain. "Why does Hogwarts allow students to bring pets to school? How weak! These little animals disgust me!"

"This is absolutely necessary," Lux replied. "I want that thing."

Lux's gaze was already fixed on the sign of the Fantastic Beasts Shop next door. Inside the window, a snow-white furball was curled up and shaking, its round body like a breathing cotton candy, its two black beady eyes looking over through the glass—it was clearly a Poro.

Lux dragged Tom into the shop, the brass bells jingling on the doorframe. The shopkeeper, a short, stout wizard with thick-rimmed glasses, was frowning at a glass tank of purple hydroids. Hearing the noise, he turned sharply: "What would you two like to buy? We have the latest arrivals of swallowtail puppies, fire-breathing salamanders, and singing leeches..."

"I want that." Lux pointed to the wire cage in the corner. The Poro was startled awake, letting out a soft, cute "Polo" sound, its fluffy tail sweeping up fine dust from the bottom of the cage. The shopkeeper pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose: "That one? I picked it up from the Norwegian Forest last week. It's neither a fluffy creature nor a furry monster, and you can't even find it in the Ministry of Magic's Bestiary."

He suddenly lowered his voice, "To be honest, I don't even dare to put a price on it. I have to wait for someone from the Ministry of Magic to come and take a look, just in case it's some kind of new, forbidden species..."

"Uh, it's probably not a new species. This creature is called a Poro. Can't you really sell it to me?" Lux replied.

"Do you recognize it?" A gentle male voice came from the doorway.

Then a tall, thin man in an old leather jacket walked in, a withered leaf still stuck in his brown hair. His notebook was filled with detailed sketches and dense writing. He turned to Lux and introduced himself: "I'm Newt Scamander. You seem to know this little guy?"

Tom raised an eyebrow at the man who called himself Newt. He recognized the name from the book list; he was the wizard who wrote *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*, a well-known alumnus of Hogwarts. Newt's eyes lit up when he saw the Poro. He quickly walked to the cage, squatted down, and hovered his fingertip over the Poro through the wire. It seemed to be coated with some unknown powder. Suddenly, the Poro jumped up, rubbing its round belly against Tom's fingertip, making a gurgling sound in its throat.

"It's amazing..." He flipped through his notebook and quickly jotted down notes. "Its magical fluctuations are so gentle, like...like pure joy?"

"It's called a Poro, right? I hope you can tell me about it."

Seeing her chance, Lux pressed her advantage, saying, "If you can bring it out, I can show you its magic, a kind of teleportation magic."

Newt nodded to the shopkeeper, who shrugged in agreement. "Sure, Mr. Newt was someone I called to help out. I'm also curious about what this little guy is."

Lux opened the cage door, and Poro immediately jumped into her arms.

[Complete the special mission: Rescue Private Poro]

[Rewards are given out to unlock the Poro Throwing skill, and a Poro cookie is given out daily.]

Lux smiled as she saw the skill unlocked, then she swung her arm back and launched the Poro into the air like a snow-white cannonball, tracing a silver arc in mid-air before it landed precisely on Tom's shoulder.

Tom was somewhat taken aback by the sudden accident.

"Pop!" Tom's body froze after the Poro hit him. The next second, Lux's figure suddenly blurred in place, and when she reappeared, she was standing next to him, her fingertip poking the Poro's belly: "This is called Poro Throw, it allows me to instantly teleport to where it hits."

"A kind of teleportation magic, how amazing!" Newt scribbled in his notebook for a while. "Do you know where they come from?"

"They come from... uh... a place called Howling Abyss," Lux told the truth.

"Howling Abyss?" Newt lowered his head, pondering what kind of place this was. "Could you be more specific? I've never heard of this place before."

Lux's brain raced: "Probably in the magical glaciers of the Himalayas..." She pulled the reward cookie from her pocket and stuffed it into Poro's mouth. The little guy immediately chewed it with relish, glistening crumbs seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Newt's breathing became lighter, and his pencil scratched on the paper: "The Himalayas? I've been there looking for other magical creatures, but I've never found such a precious creature..."

He looked up abruptly, his eyes gleaming with the fervor of an explorer. "Could you tell me the exact location of the glacier? I'd like to..."

"No!" Lux's voice suddenly rose, and she hurriedly looked away. "That glacier is protected by a magical barrier; only the Poros can find the entrance..." Even she herself found the lie absurd, but Newt believed her wholeheartedly, even excitedly grabbing her hand: "That's amazing! You're practically a born magizoologist!"

He turned to the shopkeeper, "I'll vouch for this Poro; I'll pay for it in full." He then looked at Lux, his admiration undisguised, "If you ever want to study magical creatures in the future, feel free to come to me. You must take good care of this little guy. When I have the chance to return to Hogwarts, I'll definitely come to see you."

The shopkeeper hurriedly went to issue a receipt, while Tom stared at the Poro in Lux's arms. Suddenly, he reached out and poked the ball of fur. The Poro whimpered and bit his fingertip, but didn't even leave a bite mark, showing no aggression whatsoever.

"Weak little thing." Tom sneered, while Lux looked down at the yawning Poro in her arms, and then watched Newt's hurried departure.

Dude, are you really going to the Himalayas to find the Howling Abyss?

"Where did you learn all this knowledge?" Tom looked at Lux, his doubts deepening. This girl was an orphan from the same orphanage as him, so why did she know so much?

"Haha, of course it's because I'm naturally gifted." Lux tried to brush it off, but Tom voiced his guess: "You're a pure-blood wizard, aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?" Lux was puzzled by Tom's statement. What did this have to do with purebloods?

"Dumbledore told me that there are pure-blood wizards and half-blood Mudbloods like me. You came to Wood's Orphanage when you were six years old. You had been exposed to magic before, which is why you know so much. Only pure-blood wizarding families live in the magical world all the time, right?"

Lux found it difficult to refute Tom's statement because she didn't really have a better reason to justify her sources of knowledge.

"...Right...right? Ah? Yes, right..." Lux could only agree for now, since it seemed like there was no problem.

Aren't we, the Crown Guard family of Demacia, also a pure-blooded clan?

Tom stopped talking and became preoccupied after talking to Dumbledore.

"Let's go to the wand shop! We've saved a lot of money, let's pick out a good wand!" Lux changed the subject, it seemed a bit too heavy, and it wasn't a wise choice to go crazy and tease Little Tom now.

After turning two corners, the two saw Ollivanders Wand Shop. The shop looked small and shabby, and the gold lettering on the door had peeled off. It read: "Ollivanders: Making fine wands since 382 BC".

In the shop window, a magic wand sat forlornly on a faded purple cushion. The shop itself was small, with nothing but a bench in the corner.

Thousands of boxes, almost reaching the ceiling, lined both sides of the wall. The long room, coupled with a quietness so profound that even breathing echoed in the corridor, made it feel like someone had stepped into a strictly managed library.

"It's much bigger inside than outside..." Tom wasn't very surprised, just marveling at how he had grown accustomed to the wonders of magic along the way.

An old man slid down from the roof in a movable elevator, and they then noticed that even the ceiling above them was piled high with wand boxes—forming an archway made of boxes.

"Good morning, you two." Ollivander's voice drifted to their ears, echoing in the empty room, sounding both mesmerizing and ethereal.

"You're new students, aren't you? Mr. Tom and Miss Lux, Dumbledore and I have already spoken to you. You won't have to pay for the wands."

"Huh? Then I saved money for nothing?" Lux had just argued with a bunch of people at the secondhand store and managed to buy a lot of things at a low price.

"Haha, it's good to save some money, after all, magic isn't cheap." Ollivander chuckled a few times and then looked at Tom. "Gentlemen, every wand will have a wonderful reaction with the wizard it is destined to be. It is the wand and the wizard who are choosing each other."

Ollivander's devotion to his wand was so pure it was almost a religion, but in Tom's eyes it was no different from charlatanry.

"Every time a new student from Hogwarts steps through the doorway, it feels like my old bones have been warmed by the flames of a phoenix. This warmth has been burning since I was my father's apprentice, and it hasn't gone out in sixty years." Ollivander's voice slid out from between the shelves, his back hunched, his silver hair still covered with sawdust, and his pale gray eyes, set in wrinkles, swept over Lux and Tom.

"So, you two future wizards," Ollivander deliberately drawled, "which one intends to let fate knock on their door first?"