Early the next morning, Phoenix called the door in front of his parents' bedroom.

Phoenix firmly refused to follow his parents' entourage to appear, and asked Eden to send him to Diagon Alley, yesterday's first appearance did not leave a comfortable impression on him, what kind of pervert would invent such a way of traveling. At home, when he was too lazy to walk a long way to the restaurant, he would let Eden teleport him over, and suddenly his body was warm, and the fire flashed in front of him, and he was at his destination. Originally, he thought that the illusion would follow, but it turned out that he thought too much.

"Phoenix, go get your wand first, and then we'll wander around, oh, I see a new ice cream coming out of Floring's ice cream shop, where your mother has always loved ice cream. Old Peverell led the way and headed straight for the Ollivanders wand shop.

One shop was small and broken, with a peeling gold sign on the door that read: Ollivander - a well-made wand since 382 B.C. In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

As they entered, there was a jingling bell from somewhere behind the store. The shop was small, with nothing but a bench. An old man stood in front of them, his large, light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop, and the cardboard box next to him almost reached the ceiling.

"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Peverell, the last time we saw each other was like yesterday. Ma'am, is your wand still working?" asked Mr. Ollivander softly.

"Very easy to use, thank you. ”

"So, you're Mr. Peverell Jr.?"

"Yes, sir. Didn't my father buy a wand from you?" Phoenix bowed slightly, noticing that Ollivander hadn't asked about his father's wand.

"My wand was made by Grigovich. Balde explained.

"Oh, he's a great wandmaker, though I'm not very—" Ollivander didn't seem to want to overestimate his peers, and turned to get his wand.

The Peverells and the Ollivanders once signed a magical pact that the Ollivanders were to make a wand for each of the Peflier family's direct bloodlines. However, Ollivander's descendants were not satisfied with the contract, insisting that it was the wand that chose the wizard, and that it was ridiculous to customize the wand. In addition, the Peverell family left Germany, and gradually this ancient contract was no longer carried out, and it was strictly enforced. At least they won't take the initiative to bring up the contract.

However, when Balder offered to customize a wand for his son, Ollivander did not refuse. The ancient magic contract, if Ollivander unilaterally tore it up, his family business would be over, that's the rule.

"An extraordinary combination, yew, thirteen and a third inches long, and the heart of the staff is the feather of your own phoenix. Ollivander handed him the wand carefully.

Phoenix took the wand and felt a sudden heat in his fingertips. He waved his wand lightly, and with a moving song, a phoenix like Eden flew out of the tip of the wand and landed on his shoulder, and then gradually dissipated into the warm air. The parents cheered excitedly, and Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Oh, wonderful, it's—wonderful—wonderful." ”

Balder handed 77 Galleons to Ollivander and said, "No matter what material the wand is made of, every wand made for the Peverell family must be given this price, which is one of the conditions of the contract. Don't forget when your child comes to get the wand in the future. ”

"Got it. Still staring curiously at his wand, Phoenix replied in a nonchalant whisper.

"For the afternoon party, you have to choose a suitable young lady. Siph looked at her son lovingly.

With a pop and a burst of flames, the family of three vanished into the public apparition area of Diagon Alley, returning home to change into their gowns and head to a party at the home of Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge came across as generous, because he often helped others, and he offered the place to be there today, and he covered all the expenses for free.

When the Peverells arrived, Fudge was greeted with a smile on his face, followed by some powerful and powerful families in England.

"Is Balder well?" Fudge greeted them like old friends, and those who didn't know would think that they were old friends who had known each other for many years, but in fact, the two had known each other for less than half a year, and they had only met a few times.

"Very well, Minister. My proud son Phoenix. Balder graciously pushed him to the front of the stage.

"What a wonderful little wizard, you will surely become a good wizard like your father. Fudge smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"You've won a prize. Dressed in a black and purple robe, Phoenix saluted the minister with a smile on his face.

"Come on, everyone is almost here. Fudge led the Peverell father and son to the banquet. Today's gathering is to introduce Phoenix to the families with status, most of the British families have come, after all, Peverell has been away from England for nearly two thousand years, and nearly half of the families have not even heard of this ancient family until the last few hundred years.

Peverell and Fudge lead Phoenix around to say hello. Soon, the adults gathered together to start the theme of today's banquet, the exchange of interests. At the same time, it is also an insurance policy to find a family lady with enough power for Phoenix. He went to the corner and read "Cutting-edge Black Magic Demystified" while eating chocolate frogs. When he felt someone walking towards him, he looked up and saw that he was a proud-looking little boy with platinum blonde hair and two henchmen behind him.

The boy stood in front of Phoenix, "Introduce yourself, my name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe, Goyle. You're Phoenix Peverell?"

Phoenix closed the book and stood up, reaching out his hand: "Phoenix Peverell, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Draco shook Casa's hand, "My pleasure." ”

The four of them sat down again, and Draco was the first to stir up the conversation, "I dare say almost all the purebloods are here, even the Weasleys, it's a surprise. I guess you probably didn't know it, but they were a disgrace to pure-blood wizards, hanging out with non-trivial Muggles all day long. ”

Phoenix nodded, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being a Muggle mix, but since this was his own class's concept, it was better to go with the flow.

Draco was glad that his opinion was agreed, "You have your own broomstick?"

"Sure, but I don't like riding a broomstick. If I need to fly, Eden can fly with me, but the posture is not very good. Phoenix handed him a cup of iced lemon tea.

"Eden?"

"Oh, my pet is a phoenix, it can fly with heavy stuff on its back—" he explained to Draco the benefits of a phoenix.

"The phoenix is the best pet of all, but alas—I mean, I'm unlikely to have one. Draco was envious and frustrated, a phoenix wasn't something that could be bought with a golden Galleon.

"What are you hiding here?" appeared a little girl beside them, her black hair scattered in short bursts between her ears. Dressed in a white gown, she stared at Draco with a grim face looking disapproving, and turned to Phoenix again, "Are you?"

"Phoenix Peverell. ”

"Pansy Parkinson, you can call me Pansy"

"Nice to meet you, beautiful young lady. Phoenix kissed her lightly on the back of her hand, and the girl's face turned red, because etiquette should be a false kiss, not a real kiss.

"What are you talking about?" asked Pansy as soon as her proud face regained.

Suddenly, a purple flame burst out in the middle of a group of children next to him, drawing warm applause from the surrounding crowd. Draco was glad that he didn't have to answer the question and changed the subject.

"I'm introducing you to Phoenix, Melinda Bobin, a girl who's been in the limelight lately. Draco introduced him to some of the families in England, and as a newcomer, it didn't surprise him that Phoenix was excluded from the circle. However, they did not know that the ancient family was about to collapse, and that he had come to take refuge.

After introducing a few families with good ties to the Malfoys, Draco turned his head and began to taunt Mr. Weasley, who sat alone with a glass of wine. Phoenix looked at Mr. Weasley, who had red hair and a bald patch on it, was tall and thin, wore a well-fashioned and old monocle, and wore a modest emerald green gown. Sitting alone, occasionally one or two would come over to him and say a few words, and it was clear that the Weasley patriarch was very unpopular.

As the sky darkens, white candles float in the air.

The girls all sit around each other, and the boys sit on the other side. Traditionally, Phoenix is the first to invite a young lady to dance. However, the unspoken rules are everywhere, he can't choose according to his preferences, before coming Balder has told him that the invitation is from the Bobin family, and then invite the Greengrass family, and then he can't invite other women until the banquet is over.

Pure-blood families don't get engaged until their children have graduated and completed their round-the-world trips. At that time, the level of the wizard was basically fixed, and the future level could already predict a relatively accurate result.

Phoenix walked slowly towards the round table of the girls. At the front was Melinda Bobin. She has short blonde hair, large black eyes, and fair and delicate skin. It feels like a very well-behaved girl, wearing a lilac flowing robe.

The eldest daughter of the Greengrass family next to her had waist-length silver hair and light gray eyes full of resistance.

After a polite invitation, the two began to dance to the slow dance music, and soon the others invited their own dance partners into the dance hall.

"I heard that you've been a genius since you were a child, can you show me your magic later?" Melinda slowly brought her head closer to his ear, and her voice was gentle and gave it a sense of comfort.

"Of course, I never refuse a request from a beautiful lady like you. I've heard that you're well known in England as well, and that the dose of eternal fire just now is wonderful. The two praised each other, and tested each other's true talents, constantly testing each other's knowledge in dance music, thinking that this is also one of their tasks, to see how much real talent each other has learned.

A middle-aged man who was paying attention to Phoenix outside the stadium bowed his head to an old man with white hair next to him and said, "Why did they come to England at this time?"

"Because of this, you are still hesitating?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Yes, Father. I think other families that have suitable candidates are also hesitant because of this. ”

The old man sighed, "I don't know either. But since he did this, there must be his reasons, now that you are the head of the family, where this family will go, it is in your hands. ”

"I see. The middle-aged man took one last look at Phoenix, who was inviting Miss Greengrass, and got up and walked towards Balder.

This young lady from Greengrass, the feeling is completely opposite. The two didn't say a word for the whole dance song, and they didn't even look at each other, completely routine.

Greengrass's patriarch stared at her fiercely, and the two ended up like this without saying a word.