Curious, Harry followed Hagrid into Gringotts and soon discovered just how much wealth his late parents had left behind.
His father, James Potter, came from a pure-blood wizarding family with a rich history, Linfred Potter, an ancestor, invented many potions, and his grandfather, Fremont Potter, created a famous magical shampoo formula.
Clearly, the Potters were well off.
After withdrawing some money with Hagrid's help, they didn't stop there.
They ventured deeper into the vaults, where Hagrid retrieved a small package from vault 713, an extra task Dumbledore had asked Harry to complete, especially after hearing from Alex that storing valuables in Gringotts might not be as secure as everyone thought.
With his financial worries settled, Harry and Hagrid headed to Diagon Alley for some serious shopping.
Harry bought everything he needed for school, his wand, textbooks, uniforms, crucibles, and other supplies.
To top it off, he even got an owl for his birthday.
Having spent his life with unkind relatives, this rare moment of kindness filled Harry with warmth and made him even more excited about starting his life as a wizard.
"Alright, our last stop is the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica," Hagrid announced. "They've got the last of the supplies you need, and that Wilson's Arcane Alchemica Blind Box you were curious about is sold there too. I think you'll like it. It's tiny. Wizards who walk into that shop for the first time often get stuck there, so I saved it for last."
He chuckled deeply as he helped Harry carry their bags.
"Is the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica company really that famous?" Harry asked. "I heard people talking about it all the way here, about blind boxes, records, jewelry, candy, perfume... What kind of place is it? It sounds like they sell everything!"
After wandering around with Hagrid for a while, Harry began to feel much more at ease, thanks to the familiar surroundings.
His speech became smoother and more relaxed.
"Haha, that shop isn't just famous in Diagon Alley, wizards all over Europe know the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica," Hagrid said proudly, clearly pleased to share this with Harry since he was a small shareholder in the firm. "There, you can find the most amazing alchemy items, magic gramophones, enchanted records, music boxes, lamps, all kinds of magical amulets, and more. Plus, because Wilson's Arcane Alchemica trades with many foreign merchants, they import tons of great stuff from abroad, everything from food and drink to useful gadgets!"
Hagrid was clearly eager to show off his store.
"Huh, isn't that the same shop I visited before?" Harry asked, growing more curious after Hagrid's enthusiastic description.
Together, they headed deeper into Diagon Alley.
Before they got too close, Harry spotted the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica shop instantly.
It was impossible to miss, the signboard, with its silver letters on a black background, gleamed brightly even in the summer heat, almost like a neon light.
Magical energy seemed to shimmer from the sign, giving off a quiet but unmistakable air of luxury.
The crowd gathered at the entrance was the largest Harry had seen anywhere in Diagon Alley, with wizards streaming in and out like a busy river.
Luckily, the store was spacious enough to handle the rush, or there might have been a long line outside.
Looking through the glass windows, Harry could see beautifully arranged products inside.
Among them were crystal lamps that immediately caught his eye.
Unlike ordinary electric lamps, these floated in midair like diamond-shaped crystals scattered in a vacuum.
The crystals varied in size but were all cut into perfectly balanced, harmonious shapes.
Despite their dazzling appearance, the light they gave off was gentle and soft.
Their delicate design and subtle glow made them seem almost otherworldly, casting an enchanting, ethereal atmosphere throughout the shop.
As Harry admired the stunning display of crystal lamps, his attention was drawn to another set nearby, seven or eight large flowers floating gently in the air.
These flowers varied in shape and type; some were in full bloom while others remained tightly closed buds.
Their petals glowed softly, not harshly bright but shining with a gentle radiance that felt cool to the touch.
Focusing intently, Harry realized that the light wasn't just cool, it was warm in a comforting way, like a refreshing breeze rustling through the shade on a summer day.
Just as he marveled at this magical effect, one of the buds suddenly blossomed, releasing dozens of tiny flower fairies made of light.
Each fairy wore a delicate dress and had two pairs of petal-shaped wings fluttering on their backs.
"Look! They're out! They're out! I told you the garden fairies appear right on the hour!"
The group of young wizards gathered by the window cheered excitedly as the fairies emerged.
They had been waiting patiently, waving enthusiastically at the glowing creatures as if calling out to them.
Harry soon realized why they were so thrilled: the fairies flew straight through the glass window and out onto the street, weaving effortlessly through the crowd.
Some even bravely approached the young wizards, who giggled and gasped in delight.
"Wow, she's coming to me! Mom, she likes me! They say if a garden fairy visits you, you'll have good luck all day! I'm going to open my blind box now!" a little girl exclaimed joyfully to her parents, clearly believing that being touched by one of these tiny beings brought special fortune.
When Harry looked at the girl with envy, he suddenly noticed a small fairy fluttering toward his face, smiling at him in a way that felt almost mischievous.
Surprised and delighted, Harry carefully reached out his hands, hoping to let the fairy rest on his palm.
But no matter how gently he tried, the fairy felt weightless, so light that even if he pressed down, he couldn't sense any weight at all.
"Huh!" Harry murmured in amazement at the enchanting encounter.
The flower fairy gazed at Harry with curiosity for a moment, then puckered her lips and blew gently in his direction.
Suddenly, Harry felt a cool, refreshing breeze brushing against his skin, carrying a faint, sweet floral scent that even tickled the tip of his nose.
After sending this cool wind toward him, the fairy before him transformed into a shower of colorful sparkling dots and vanished into the air.
"Hagrid! Did you see that? She... she seemed to like me. She even blew on me! Do you think this will really bring me luck?"
"Haha, maybe it will, maybe it will. Looks like you're in for some good luck today," Hagrid said with a warm smile, clearly happy to encourage Harry's excitement.
"Really? Then can I also try one of those blind boxes they mentioned? And those lights, they're so beautiful! They must be expensive, right?"
Harry's eyes shifted toward the window again.
By then, the lantern that had released the tiny fairy had been closed.
"Hey, those lights aren't cheap at all. There were so many people crowded around earlier, but look at the signs below them," Hagrid said, pursing his lips as he pointed forward.
Following his gesture, Harry lowered his gaze to find an elegant display board beneath the lamps.
It read: "Summer new arrivals to keep you cool this season! A full set of Dream Edge lamps for 88 Galleons, a full set of Garden Symphony lamps for 108 Galleons.
Order now and receive 10 high-grade magic wicks for free!"
"So that crystal lamp set is called 'Edge of Dreamland,' and the flower lamp set is named 'Garden Symphony'!"
Harry said, amazed but clueless about wizarding prices.
Seeing the magic of these lamps firsthand, he hadn't realized how expensive they actually were.
"That's right! The inspiration for the Garden Symphony came from my hut," Hagrid chuckled, then gently helped Harry to his feet.
"Come on, Harry, let's go inside. The inside is much more interesting than the outside."
"Hmm!"
Harry's curiosity about the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica grew even stronger, and he eagerly followed Hagrid inside without hesitation.
"Wow!"
Harry had lost count of how many times he'd exclaimed that day, but he couldn't help shouting again when he saw the scene inside the shop.
As soon as he stepped through the door, a wave of cool air washed over him, a sharp relief from the blazing heat outside.
A gentle melody filled the space, soft and enchanting to his ears.
Around him, images of birds, beasts, the sun, moon, and stars, just like the two sets he'd noticed outside the window, seemed to come alive.
The massive hypermarket, stretching over a thousand square meters, was packed with people.
Wizards bustled around every shelf, some carefully choosing items, others animatedly discussing their finds, creating a lively, bustling atmosphere.