And after a few more minutes of the boy's stunned silence, Madam Malkins tells Dorea, "That's you done, my dear."

"Thanks!" she says brightly, and goes out to meet Hagrid.

And Hagrid has ice cream! Chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts. He starts leading the way to the next store.

Ooh, it's delicious.

Next up: parchment and quills. Students are supposed to only use regular ones but there are all sorts of fancy quills: quills that take dictation, quills that produce their own ink, ink that changes colour, invisible ink...

Ooh, feather pens: Aesthetic.

"Why are we only supposed to use the standard ones?"

"'M not really sure meself."

"...There's no rule against owning nonstandard ones, though, right?"

"Don't think so."

"I draw," she explains, glancing at the color-changing one again.

"Yeh can prob'ly buy whatever yeh want here—well, maybe not the fanciest ones."

"It's my birthday," she decides, and gets the normal quills and the color-changing one.

A transaction happens!

Next place is a bookstore called Flourish and Blotts. The shelves are stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.

Ooh, books!

So many! And she has a list.

She seeks out each book on the list, keeping an eye out for anything else especially interesting.

Whatever it is she finds interesting, this bookstore probably has it.

Mostly art.

There is magic art! It moves.

Ee!

...Is there anything about her?

...perhaps some recent history books?

Sure.

Modern Magical History has stuff about her!

What stuff?

Pretty much the same stuff Hagrid told her: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named went to murder her parents, something happened, she survived and he disappeared, she was whisked away somewhere.