Down at the south end of Diagon Alley, Corvin purchases them a portkey and fills out the requisite paperwork to be submitted to the Ministry. Upon speaking the password, reality falls out from under them. Corvin is thankfully quite experienced with portkeys, however, and makes their descent more of a Sunday jaunt than a face-first meeting with the meter-deep snowdrifts. Another quick apparation leap delivers them to the small indoors marketplace which must make up the city’s wizarding quarters. Tiny storefronts sit crammed in tight next to one another, with equally small cafés and restaurants dotted around; the crowd is quite light, as it is still relatively early in the day, but the buzz of conversation and people moving around is ever-present. Corvin takes them down a quieter side-path but stops a short distance away from what Harry can only assume is the wand shop in question, based on the name on the front.