A sharp Hogwarts

The Wizarding World is weird, and Diagon Alley is weird.

However, fortunately, Gringotts is still the goblin bank that Dalia remembers.

After briefly agreeing on a time and place to meet, Dalia and her group separated in front of the Gringotts Bank counter.

The goblin Griphook led Hagrid and Harry to the underground vault to withdraw money, while Petunia exchanged gold galleons directly at the lobby counter.

"The acceptance letter, ma'am, just give it to me."

On the high stool behind the exchange counter, an elf pushed up his monocle and stretched out his hand towards Dalia and Petunia.

"Admission letter?"

"The letter Hogwarts sent you—"

The goblin said impatiently, glancing condescendingly at Dalia and her daughter dressed as Muggles.

"Are you here to exchange gold galleons? I need to check the letter, otherwise you won't be able to exchange Muggle paper for gold, not even a copper nut."

"Oh, there are some -"

Dalia was stunned for a moment, then took out the letter from her arms and handed it over while asking curiously.

"Eh? So, can't you exchange pounds for galleons at Gringotts?"

"Of course not-"

The goblin took the letter away with his slender fingers, looked at it carefully, and answered casually.

"It's too easy for wizards to get some pieces of paper from Muggles. If the exchange was allowed, the gold in Gringotts would be gone."

"Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic have established rules. Underage wizards can redeem part of their gold Galleons at Gringotts with their admission letters."

"Okay, the signature, wax seal, paper and ink are all genuine... there is no problem."

The goblin glanced at Dalia, who was lying beside the counter, couldn't help but wrinkled her nose, and pushed the envelope back.

"So how many gold coins are you planning to exchange today? Miss Dursley."

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"Isn't this too expensive?! Why don't those goblins just go grab the money!"

"Fifty pounds only two gold galleons?! That's about the same price for pure gold!"

Penny muttered angrily, obviously very angry. She had never seen such a black-hearted bank.

"However, this is the redemption standard after exceeding the discount limit, right? Don't there be additional discounts for Hogwarts freshmen?"

Dalia looked at her angry mother cautiously, "Exchanging five pounds for one galleons doesn't seem so unacceptable..."

"Discount amount? Haha——"

Penny snorted coldly and held up Dalia's enrollment list, which recorded her necessary supplies.

"The annual preferential quota of 50 gold galleons only adds up to 350 gold galleons in seven years. Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic's calculations are really accurate."

"I took a look at the prices around me on the way here. This amount of money is just enough for you to buy all the teaching supplies. You may only have a few galleons left at most."

"actually……"

Dalia glanced at the bulging handbag in Penny's hand.

"Mom, did you pay too much this time? I don't think we really need to pay the excess..."

The magic world uses three metal currencies: gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and copper Nats.

Without a magic pouch, carrying a large amount of cash would be quite heavy.

"Is it a lot? I'm still a little worried that it might not be enough - okay, anyway, let's buy it bit by bit according to the items on the list."

Petunia frowned. If she had known she would have withdrawn more money at Charing Cross Street. Prices in the wizarding world were much higher than she thought.

As for whether Vernon would be distressed and how cost-effective it was, these were not among Petunia's primary considerations for the time being.

A witch finally appeared in the family, so it must not be too shabby.

Eh?

Some worries...not enough?

Dalia glanced at a worried Penny in confusion, wondering what she was worried about.

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After leaving Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Dalia and Petunia began to walk around Diagon Alley according to the list made by the school.

I have to admit that Penny's familiarity with the various shops in Diagon Alley was completely beyond Dalia's imagination.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Penny walked back and forth between the various shops in Diagon Alley, observing, as if she were a witch who often came here to shop.

However, Dalia finally understood where her mother's worries came from...

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Madam Mojin's gown store.

"This one, this one...and this one, oh, that one is good——"

Penny walked back and forth in the store like a butterfly wearing flowers, taking out a piece of clothing from time to time.

Daria, on the other hand, stood on the footstool like a dressing doll, helplessly watching Penny gesture back and forth on her body.

"Do you like it? My dear, come and try it on. I think the pleats on this pleated skirt are quite stylish."

"That's our new model this season - madam, you are really discerning."

Mrs. Malkin, who was short and plump, was smiling broadly. She rarely encountered such generous and enthusiastic customers.

As for those tedious and picky things, with Penny's generous batch settlement, they instantly turned into tasteful choices.

"But Mom, the list says there are three sets of plain wizard robes..."

"What does Hogwarts School know about the daily lives of students? You heard me right!"

Before Dalia could finish speaking, Penny raised her eyebrows and blocked Dalia's next words.

"After all, how can you, a girl, only have three sets of wizards all year round? There is a difference between the bottom line and appropriateness."

"Oh, you are right. In fact, even for Hogwarts uniforms, we have many categories here."

Madam Malkin nodded with a smile, waved her wand to summon several more clothes, and said enthusiastically.

"Look, we also have seasonal clothing here - all are [-]% off now."

"In addition, there are also casual clothes and nightgowns. All robes also have self-ironing and self-repairing functions."

"[-]% off?! Of course, of course, the season changes... I think we can consider it!"

Like all housewives, when she heard the sale, Penny's eyes suddenly lit up, she nodded as if she had been pumped, and quickly looked around the store.

"Oh, that's right, there are also shoes, socks, bags, accessories, etc. I plan to buy some too - if you can give me a slight discount?"

"Of course it's natural. I'm the store owner. I can talk about discounts..."

"..."

In Dalia's weak and sad eyes, a new round of trying on clothes began again.

However, the final result is also very significant——

By the time they left Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, Dalia had almost all her clothes ordered for the next two years.

As a rare big customer, Madam Malkin even gave her a magic suitcase with a traceless extension spell as a gift.

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A few minutes later, next door to Madam Malkin's robe store, Flourish and Blotts Books.

"Hogwarts first-year textbooks, as well as reading materials suitable for young wizards to expand their knowledge and entertainment..."

"Oh, money is not a problem, the key is whether it can help her improve her abilities in all aspects——"

"You don't need cookbooks for non-magical people - I'm not stupid."

Looking at Penny who continued to "kill everyone" at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, Dalia suddenly realized a problem:

As a full-time housewife, especially one with two children, Penny is definitely the king in the field of bargaining and large purchases.

More importantly, because of a desire to win that was written directly on her face, Penny did not hesitate at all when it came to spending money:

Just today, Petunia learned that her nephew still has a large inheritance in the magical world, a... mysterious underground vault!

Although she didn't know how many gold coins there were, it was definitely far more than the exchange quota given to new students at Hogwarts. Petunia didn't want Dahlia to be outmatched when they met.

"Okay, these should be almost there - well, I'll also pack some of Lockhart's complete works."

Petunia looked at the bill and the books neatly packed in the magic suitcase, and nodded lightly with satisfaction.

"Dalia, let's go to the next place..."

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Partridge's Pot Shop, Wieseek's Magical Supplies Shop, Prim Pinell's Pharmacy...

Subsequently, the same scene continued to play out in various shops in Diagon Alley.

"Okay, let me see if there's anything else..."

After Dalia and her group walked out of the pharmacy, Penny re-checked Dalia's list of essential items.

"Textbooks, uniforms, armor, scales, crystal balls, pots, reagent bottles... these things are almost all bought..."

"Well, then there's one last thing left - we should choose a knife that's handy for you."

With Dalia's somewhat strange look on her face, Penny tapped the shopping list and whispered thoughtfully.

"I know where to buy it. There is only one place where you can buy a magic knife in Diagon Alley...Ollivander's."

"If it were you, Dalia, you would definitely be able to buy it successfully."

Magic Knife - This is the most outrageous world line change that Dalia feels she has experienced since time travel.

They soon arrived at the southern end of Diagon Alley.

There is only one small and shabby shop here.

The gold sign on the door has peeled off, and it reads:

[Ollivander: Began forging various weapons since 380 BC]

In the dusty display window, a strange-looking recurve-edged scimitar stood alone on a faded purple cushion.

Behind the dark shop door not far away, there was a faint rhythmic sound of hammer forging, and hot air blew through the door curtain to the street from time to time.

All right--

Dalia took a look at the extremely conspicuous furnishings around the store.

An open-air giant furnace that is not currently in use.

It looked like a bellows as tall as several people.

Thick, old black-gray grinding and beating tables, as well as quenching pools and iron tools of no apparent use...

Even without seeing the name of the store, Dalia knew that this place would never be able to turn back into a mysterious, elegant, and simple wand shop.

"Okay, we've arrived at our destination - I heard that this may be the oldest knife shop in the UK."

Penny raised her head, looked at the dilapidated store that smelled of rust and molten fire, and introduced softly.

"Ollivander's…smithy."