Holly, phoenix feather, that should be the combination.
Mainly because he had been daydreaming just now, so he didn't remember very clearly. It was only after they left Ollivander's and ran into Hagrid, who was late, asking about it, that he remembered.
And Hagrid was enthusiastically recounting the interesting stories of the Leaky Cauldron's courtyard.
"You wouldn't believe it, nobody knows which genius it was, probably didn't know how to get into Diagon Alley, he just destroyed the brick wall of Diagon Alley, really, didn't he think to ask old Tom?"
Jason and Harry were silent for a moment.
"Why do you have that expression? You weren't the ones who caused the damage, were you?"
"..."
"You weren't the ones who caused the damage, right?"
"..."
"....Hurry, hurry, those Aurors are looking for you like crazy, hurry, hurry." Hagrid took a deep breath and quickly led the two into the crowd.
"Oh right, did you go to Gringotts?" Hagrid suddenly asked as he walked.
"...What's Gringotts?" Harry looked up and asked.
"It's that big white building, the wizards' bank. Dumbledore is keeping your family's vault key, so today it can be returned to its rightful owner... and I also have something I need to take care of at Gringotts."
The three arrived at Gringotts and then boarded the mine cart to the underground vault.
"Is this thing safe?" Jason's mouth twitched, and he asked curiously.
"Please rest assured, safety is Gringotts' top priority," the goblin sitting in the front replied.
Slowly, the mine cart started. Jason, sitting in the back, watched the scenery rushing past and couldn't help but cheer, "Awesome!"
"..."
"Is it too noisy?"
"No... Awesome!" Hagrid echoed with a cheer.
Then they each went to their respective vaults, leaving Jason alone leaning against the stone wall in a daze.
He didn't have any intention of opening a vault. Anything he needed could fit in a box, and if one wasn't enough, he could just upgrade it into a bigger box.
Soon, Hagrid seemed to have finished retrieving his items and stood aside waiting for Harry.
"Why is that kid so slow?"
"I don't know..."
While the two were curious, Harry finally came out carrying a large bag of Galleons and walked straight towards Jason.
"...I have a feeling..."
Sure enough, Harry directly handed the bag full of Galleons to Jason, but he didn't take it. He really didn't take it. Gold was no different from pebbles on the side of the road to him. Giving him gold was not as good as giving him an unfinished house to decorate.
"What are you doing?"
"Paying you back."
Jason looked innocently at Hagrid, obviously wanting him to help persuade Harry.
But Hagrid shrugged: "Take it, it's Harry's kindness, and you did help him repay the Dursleys."
"Couldn't you help persuade Harry..."
Jason complained speechlessly, then squatted down and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Seriously, I'm not good at chatting with kids, but this is really unnecessary, really. Maybe you don't know, but I'm an alchemist. Gold is useless to me. Don't take that matter to heart. Now put these coins back."
Harry looked at Jason, then at the bag of Galleons he was holding, and shook his head.
"...Hagrid, help me persuade him."
"I... how can I persuade him? This is Harry giving it to you. Why don't you take it? I remember the Potter family's vault is quite rich."
"I can't take a child's money... and you like this... it's a bit disrespectful to me, really, I'm not short of money," Jason said earnestly.
"So..."
"So, as your future Alchemy professor, the first lesson I'm giving you is that although you can't be stingy with friends, sometimes excessive generosity has the opposite effect on friendship."
"Okay." Harry looked a little sad and went back to the vault with the bag.
Jason also breathed a sigh of relief. Similarly, according to the principle of conservation, he lost the Galleons, and a series of Harry's goodwill points were credited to his account.
The two continued to lean against the stone wall and wait, while the little goblin who had been standing in the corner walked over obsequiously.
"Sir, are you an alchemist? And a Hogwarts professor?"
Jason looked down at the goblin and was about to nod when Hagrid blocked him.
"Stay away from my friend."
The goblin scurried away, leaving Jason stunned: "Why is that?"
"Goblins are full of bad ideas, avoid them if you can," Hagrid said seriously.
"Oh... okay."
Soon the three returned to the ground. Every time the goblin tried to approach Jason, he was frightened away by Hagrid's feigned ferocity until he left Gringotts and returned to his smiling demeanor.
"Let's see, next there's... books, robes... Let's split up. Harry, you take the money and go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Jason, you go buy Harry a set of books, just buy the whole first-year set... I have some private matters, Dumbledore asked me to do, I need to go to Knockturn Alley." Hagrid said to Jason and Harry.
"Okay, no problem. Harry, wait for me at Madam Malkin's. I'll buy the books and find you. Don't get lost on your own." Jason nodded and walked towards Flourish and Blotts.
Arriving at the bookstore, he first ordered a set of first-year textbooks, and then packed up the basic alchemy books in the store. Although the alchemy books in the Hogwarts library are more advanced, I have to say...
They're a little too advanced, he can't understand them.
He summoned an ender chest, put all the books in it, and then crushed it, collapsing into emerald green pixels that dissipated in the air. Everyone else thought it was just a delicate alchemical creation.
For example, a... a pair of platinum blond father and son.
"A very exquisite object, whose alchemist's work is it?"
Jason looked at the person who said this, a platinum blond child, and his father with the same hair color... looked like his father, Draco Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy.
"I made it myself, it's not worth mentioning."
"Are you an alchemist?"
"Draco." Lucius patted Draco on the back, not knowing what he was dissatisfied with.
"Oh..."
"Lucius Malfoy." Lucius took off his glove and offered it to Jason.
"Jason Heath." Jason didn't know why this man wanted to shake his hand, but he remained polite.