Diagon Alley is always lively, with people coming and going. Pure-blood paranoid nobles can walk peacefully on the same street as Muggles. No one would want to say mudblood at this time, and no one would take out their wands and call them dark wizards.
Children who had been admitted to Hogwarts crowded onto the street, nervously and excitedly following their parents to pick out school supplies.
The short figure carefully pushed open the door of Ollivander's Wand Shop. The bell on the door rang slightly as the door was opened. The old man stopped wiping the counter and raised his head to greet the little guest——
"Welcome, Mr. Hunter, you are finally old enough to buy a wand."