The day after Severus' visit, Draco finally set foot in Diagon Alley, accompanied by Lucius and Narcissa.

Before setting out a little earlier, Narcissa and Lucius had even had a rare argument over how to enter Diagon Alley.

‘Won't we go in through the Leaky Cauldron?’

'After all, this is Draco's first time purchasing school supplies, perhaps she should experience this ceremony'

Lucius's spirits were high, and it was clear that he was also a little excited about his beloved daughter's impending entrance into the school.

However, shortly after making the offer, he was deeply remorseful when he saw the look on his beloved wife's face.

‘You want your daughter to step into a place like that?’

Narcissa's mature and absolutely beautiful face, with a sweet smile, word by word, gently asked her husband back.

Lucius gulped nervously and changed his mind quickly.

‘Surely it's better to use Apparition. It's less time-consuming and safer.’

Watching Narcissa smile sweetly once more and take Draco by the hand, hooking her arm around her own, Lucius' nervous heartbeat calmed down just a little.

Draco walked out of the manor gate with the two of them, accompanied by Lucius and Narcissa hand in hand. She felt a wave of dizziness, almost nauseous.

It was the first time Draco had ever followed her parents in Apparition.

Standing up straight with her father's help, she looked at her mother beside her with a concerned smile.

Blinking, she settled down. Her heart was first shocked and panicked by the sight that met her eyes.

And then, only after, with a few moments of freshness and surreal excitement.

Draco, who has been living on the estate for a long time, naturally cannot get used to the crowded street atmosphere in Diagon Alley.

Boys of her age were pushing each other in front of the Flying Broom shop, shouting at the top of their lungs and shouting at the top of their voices.

They were constantly shouting ‘It's Nimbus 2000! It's the newest and fastest broom!’

Some parents were trying to restrain their excited children from losing control.

“No Magic!”

“The price is going crazy!”

There was noise and complaints in Diagon Alley.

Draco frowned lightly at the chaos and bustle before her, half opening her folding fan and covering her mouth and nose.

‘Relax, Diagon Alley is always like this.’

Narcissa put a gentle arm around her daughter's shoulder and looked at Lucius.

‘I'm going to take care of some business at Gringotts Bank first.’

‘If you can, by the way, help your daughter buy the crucible, flask, and those implements.’

‘I'll take her to pick out her wand.’

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The couple made themselves comfortable talking, and Lucius nodded his head as he headed towards an ivory building with a soaring dome on the downtown street.

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After Lucius left, Narcissa led Draco and walked into an old, cramped, but instantly recognizable shop with a storied history.

The mottled wooden sign read ?’ Ollivander's: crafting fine wands since 382 BC.’

Pushing open the shop door, the bell behind the door rings softly, accompanied by the deep scent of old parchment and wood.

On both sides of the long, narrow space, there are cupboards connected to the roof. Inside the cupboards, a slender wooden box is piled up.

Despite the clutter, the smell of the shop was soothing to the soul.

‘Good afternoon, Mrs Malfoy, and-ah! This is-’

A soft voice of words came from behind the cupboards, and an old man in a tweed suit flashed out.

The old man's utterance was abruptly interrupted, his blue gaze locked on Draco's crisp, elegant form.

‘Miss Malfoy. Pleased to meet you. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Ollivander.’

‘What a surprising class of new students.’

‘Good afternoon, Mr Ollivander.’

Draco nodded, softly returning the salute.

The old man, however, just waved his hand. Waving his wand, the tape measure on the counter sprang up and

Across the distance of the keep, lightly measuring Draco's arm length and shoulder width.

Meanwhile, Mr Ollivander turned and climbed up the ladder frame, groping amongst the cartons.

The high and low tones of his mouth almost seemed to be chanting old bardic poetry.

‘Let me think, let me think.’

‘Pure-clean appearance, high and lonely nature, yet a little, how do you say, Malfoy family tradition of being able to bend the rules...?’

Draco listened in some confusion as the old man mumbled something, Narcissa's face dripping with satisfaction, seemingly enjoying Mr Ollivander's comments about Draco.

‘Ten inches long, just cooled somewhat resilient hawthorn wood, and... Of course, of course-’

‘Unicorn hair.’

Satisfied, the old man took down a carton, shaky hands carefully lifting the lid.

Draco looked inside the carton, where an elegant wand lay reclining within the satin interior.

The dark silver grip was pristine, like the white leaves of a hawthorn tree on a snowy night.

The wood of the wand was an even shade of color, and the delicate lines of the wood grain were straight and supple.

Draco raised her right hand, three fingers gently extended, and slowly lifted the wand. A warmth ran through her fingertips and a soft glow spread around her body.

Draco looked at Narcissa and the mother and daughter smiled at each other. Mr Ollivander couldn't stop smiling either.

‘Wonderful! Wonderful!’

It just flew by and Draco was done with the task she had been longing for.

After checking out, a wooden box large enough to house the wand was specially purchased from Mr Ollivander.

Before stepping out of the shop, Narcissa looked with a wry smile at her beloved daughter who had suppressed joy under her eyes.

‘Do you want to store it in the wooden box? Or do you want to take it with you?’

Draco hesitated for a moment, stowing her wand in the wooden box and handing it over to her mother.

Narcissa smiled and nodded approvingly before speaking.

‘Mum's going to go get your textbooks for you, so why don't you go look at the robes first.’

Despite the perfect collection of books in the house, Lucius and Narcissa intuited that Draco still needed new textbooks.

Having the Malfoys' only daughter enrolled in school with old textbooks would have been an all but unthinkable scenario.

Draco, naturally, didn't hesitate, but she couldn't help but look up at her mother.

Not for the textbooks, but the robes. Asking the question that had plagued her mind the moment he received the letter of notification.

‘Can't we order our robes?’

’Yes, you can, but you're in first grade, so you might as well go to Madam Malkin's shop.‘

‘It is also the etiquette of nobility to blend in with your surroundings appropriately and gracefully.’

‘Go ahead and check it out. You can still make your shirts and skirts in your robes.’

Narcissa smiled faintly and hurried Draco to step into the shop with its window display, cut in a plain and vulgar manner and full of popular clothing.

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‘Want to buy a Hogwarts uniform, dear?’

Just as she stepped into the shop, a short, plump witch in a bright purple robe greeted her cordially.

‘I just want to see the robes.’

Draco spoke with a reluctant face.

Led by Madam Malkin, Draco stepped onto the footstool and allowed Malkin to mark her length with a pin.

‘Oh..! You are a child from a good family, are you not? It's been a long time since I've come across such detailed linen.’

Madam Malkin's hand had only just touched her shirt when she let out an exclamation.

‘Draco Malfoy.’

Draco frowned again and spat out her name softly.

At first, hearing the last name, Madam Malkin's plump hands visibly shook and she stammered slightly.

‘It's...it's...it's a real honour! Miss Malfoy! Please...please wait a moment!’

There was a flurry of panic and a drill into the small room at the back of the shop. Then came the sound of rummaging.

Draco stood helplessly withered, guessing that Madam Malkin was looking for the best fabric.