Ron-Weasly book 1. V2 part 3

I ran my finger along the edge of the notebook:

"Why is it so golden?"

"This is a feature of the sheep breed," the master smiled. "Their wool has a natural golden pigment, which is transferred to the parchment. They say it even slightly enhances magical records — formulas and spells are better preserved."

Percy opened his notebook, flipped through the pages:

"Smooth... And they don't show through. How much per piece?"

"silver for a 50-sheet notebook. If you take two or more — 20% discount."

Mom sighed:

"Prices again..."

"Alas, my dear," Einar spread his hands. "Western farms are far away, shipping is expensive. But this parchment will last you for years! In the fall, prices will be even lower, as farmers will slaughter sheep for meat and magic caravans will go. You can make a pre-order."

Percy looked at me, and I nodded vigorously.

"Let's take two," Percy decided. "One for me for potions, one for Ron for transfiguration."

"And one more," Mom added, relenting, "for the draft calculations on potions. But only at a discount, Master Einar!"

"Of course, of course!" The shopkeeper hastily agreed. "For a total of three notebooks — two silver and ten copper ones instead of three sickles. And here you have a little gift: a bag of wax magic crayons. You can mark pages with them, and the labels will not be erased."

He carefully wrapped the notebooks in a linen cloth, tied them with a ribbon, and handed the package to Percy.

"Keep the parchment away from water and fire — even though it is enchanted, but the elements are stronger. And do not bend the sheets too sharply — creases may remain."

I accepted the package with delight:

"Thank you, Master Einar! Now I will definitely write the best work on golem transfiguration!"

"The main thing is not only the parchment, but also knowledge," the master winked at him. "Good luck with your studies!"

Our family said goodbye and went outside. I held the bag of quills and parchment carefully to myself, and Percy was already mentally making a plan for the semester's notes.

Mom, looking at the enthusiastic faces of her sons, smiled:

"Okay, maybe the prices bite, but at least you'll have everything for real, magically."

"Yes, Mom!" The boys answered in unison, and all three of them went to the playground between the alleys where the twins had gone. Percy and I were discussing which ink would be best suited for the new parchment. The twins had already bought everything while we were walking in the park.

Mom shook her head, listening to our conversations, but a smile flashed in her eyes.

* * *

They did not enter the bookstore. They bought me a titanium student boiler. It's a bit expensive, of course, normal potions are not brewed in tin and copper cauldrons. But it's the most important thing for children to go to school. I need a cauldron to make my own potions. As a future golem-controlling magician, I must be able to assemble and use a first-aid kit. It's still pretty dangerous in the magical world. About the cathedral on our continent, where Hyperborea used to be located.

Then we bought a worn scale with a set of weights at a junk shop, and also bought a folding copper telescope with good lenses. The following enchantments were cast on him:

Image stabilization — to keep the stars from flickering;

Smooth change of the multiplicity — for the convenience of the student focusing on the object;

Lens protection — for durability — protects against scratches and dust from raindrops;

Object illumination is used to quickly search for unknown objects.

And a stack of old textbooks. Yes, they looked ugly and were old, but what can you do.

* * *

Then we visited a pharmacy, where everything was so magical that I didn't even notice the terrible smell — it smelled of rotten eggs and rotten zucchini.

Barrels of some kind of bubontuber slime stood on the floor, glass jars with dried plants, crushed roots and colorful powders lined the walls, and bundles of feathers, fangs and curved claws hung from the ceiling. While Mom was talking to the apothecary-we needed to buy all the ingredients for making magic potions and sell the potions mom had made-I was studying silver unicorn horns worth twenty-one galleons each and beetle shells, shiny and red (six knuts per ladle).

The pharmacist will send the ingredients for classes to the school. Plus, I was given a standard set of ingredients for personal purposes. The brothers Fred and George used their pocket money to buy themselves an extended potion kit. They said they sold some of their jokes at the Fireworks store. Percy also bought himself an extended set with an addition for the honey wing. He boasted that Professor Snape had allowed him to help with brewing medicinal potions for a small fee.

I'm going to study at the guild and continue to mine ingredients and explore the magical world. It looks like you'll have to assemble a small team to do this. Or use golems? No, we need people anyway. I need a healer, and I should invite a couple more rangers. I think it will be possible to assemble a small group while still studying at the guild. After all, there are quite often tasks to extract ingredients in a magical forest or search for artifacts in destroyed cities.

"Well, that's it, you can walk down the alley and go home."

It was already afternoon, and the sun was sinking lower, when we walked back through Diagon Alley, then through the wall and entered the Leaky Cauldron, which no longer had a single customer. After moving home, we went to our rooms. I packed my purchases in a suitcase with an expansion of the space. I also leafed through my textbooks. I should at least read them before the school year. Especially transfiguration — I'm interested in it.

"Ron, Percy, go to dinner." Mom called us downstairs. The twins were already downstairs, and Ginny was helping her mom prepare a festive dinner. "Yes, Mom," I shouted and rushed downstairs.

There is a linen tablecloth on the kitchen table, candles and magic lamps flicker, and the smell of fresh pastries and stewed meat. The family got together after a busy day of shopping — everyone is sharing their impressions, laughing and enjoying the food. Even Dad came home from work early, and not as usual in the middle of the night.

I helped myself to fried potatoes with herbs and a piece of lamb with bay sauce. A portion of caul was already steaming in a plate nearby. Then, after thinking about it, I helped myself to some more fish baked with fennel. I caught a fish myself yesterday in Rattlesnake. The sandwiches eaten at lunch have long been digested. The twins were bustling happily nearby. They were constantly hungry too.

In the middle of the table was a platter of pancakes and next to the Welsh cakes. We talked casually about the day, and Ginny boasted about how well she had spent half the day at Grandma Lucrezia's. I ate heavily, listening to the conversations.

Mom brought a steamed jug of berry juice and another with homemade cider from the pantry. Fred and George cheered. Well, they can already have cider. Ginny and I will drink mors. Like Dad, by the way, he is generally opposed to alcohol.

We stayed up late at the table. We went to our rooms after midnight.