The sound was very familiar, and the rampant laughter had just ended.

A tall and lanky body slammed open the door of Ollivander's shop, and the handsome boy walked out of the door, his eyes were full of red light, his body trembled slightly, and he looked very excited to admire a purple wooden wand in his hand, completely ignoring Hoffa and Indor standing in the doorway.

The air was filled with a rampant magical energy, and Hoffa's hair was blown up.

Looking at the boy's departing back with palpitations, Induo asked in a low voice, "Who is that, how can you have such a strong magical power at this age." ”

Of course Hoffa knew who it was.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The future archboss Voldemort has received his first assistant, the powerful Purple Shirt Wood Wand. No wonder he was so excited, but unfortunately, that wand was still ruthlessly abandoned by him after more than fifty years of companionship.

Shaking his head, Hoffa said to Indor, "Shall we go in together?"

Indor shook his head, "You go in yourself, goblins don't need wands, and they won't enter this kind of shop." This old fellow's staff making materials also include fairy bones, and I'm afraid I'll kill him if I see him. ”

Hoffa was dumbfounded, and had to push away Ollivander's shop alone.

Just the moment I got in.

Bite!

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In the sea of knowledge, there is a hazy debris.

Hoffa wanted to find the fragment, but he couldn't.

He had no choice but to give up the idea and deal with the current situation instead.

In front of him, thousands of boxes densely packed from the ground to the ceiling, and the air was filled with the smell of silence and silence.

Ollivander Wand Shop is a family-owned shop.

The family's history of wand-making dates back to 382 B.C., and the original meaning of the surname Ollivander is ---- person who owns an olive wand. Thus some people, including the current generation of Ollivanders himself, believe that their ancestors followed the Romans to England.

This generation of Ollivanders is owned by Garrick Ollivanders.

He doesn't look as old as he is portrayed in the book 50 years later, but a middle-aged man who is in good spirits.

It's just that this middle-aged man is a little sluggish now.

Ollivander didn't notice Hoffa's arrival, he still stood with his mouth open, standing in the pile of wooden boxes, basking in the horror he had just had.

Until Hoffa reached out and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Hey, hello. ”

Garrick Ollivanders turned around with an agitated eye, and when he saw the new customer, he quickly wiped his face. "I'm sorry, you lost your mind, you have absolutely no idea what just happened. ”

Hoffa said calmly, "I know, I want to buy a wand." ”

Ollivander muttered, "Of course, everyone who comes to my shop is here to buy wands." Left or right?"

"Right hand. ”

"Put your arms up. ”

He measured the hoffa, first from the shoulders to the fingertips, then from the wrists to the elbows, shoulders to the floor, knees to the armpits, and finally the circumference of the head.

He said, "Every Ollivanders wand has a super-powerful magical substance, and that's the essence of it. We used unicorn fur, phoenix tail feathers, and the heart nerves of the fire dragon......."

Hoffa chuckled, "Do you have to say the same thing to everyone over and over again?" ”

Ollivander, who was interrupted, was slightly annoyed.

"Impolite boy, I'm a businessman, you know?

As he spoke, he quickly picked up the box on the floor, and shoved his wand into Hoffa's hand one by one.

"Holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches...... No, no, no!"

"Unicorn hair, rosewood, thirteen inches...... No, no, no!"

"The tendons of the dragon, walnut, nine inches...... No, still no!"

"Beech, Meiwa's hair, 10 inches...... No, of course not, what do I think?"

Ollivander broke his mouth as he quickly carried the box.

The wands swirled around in Hoffa's hands like a marquee, but he felt like he was holding them as if he were holding a normal wooden bar, nothing had happened.

"Applewood, 17 inches, no. ”

"Acacia wood, 14 inches, no. ”

"Cypress, 9 inches, no. ”

"Ash, no. ”

"Snashi, no. ”

"Fir wood....no!"

"Cedar wood....no!"

"Cherry wood......no!"

"Black prickly, oh, still no!"

......

As the minutes ticked by, the empty boxes under his body piled up higher and higher, and Hoffa couldn't help but yawn. If it weren't for the Hogwarts notification, Hoffa would have almost wondered if he was really gifted with magic.

He glanced outside the shop, and Indor spun around impatiently.

Finally, when Ollivander and Hoffa were both standing waist-deep in the pile of boxes, Ollivanders couldn't run, and he asked breathlessly, "Are you really a wizard?" or are you actually a squib? ”

Flooded by the box, Hoffa said helplessly, "Do you want to read my Hogwarts notice?"

"Uhh

"How could this happen, it shouldn't be!"

This incident also surprised Hoffa, who did not expect that he would not be able to match so many wands.

But to go to school, you need a magic wand.

Hofa scratched his head and asked with some hesitation, "Diagon Alley, are there any other staff makers?"

This sentence pierced Ollivander's nerves, and his pale gray eyes widened.

"What? You doubt my skills! I tell you, from 100 BC until now, there has never been a wizard's wand that Ollivander can't make, and even Merlin has used our family's wand!"

Hoffa didn't speak, and the two stared at each other in the pile of boxes.

The air fell into an awkward silence.

After staring at each other for a while, suddenly Ollivander asked softly, "You don't seem to be British." ”

"Half and half, I don't know, but my father is from Huaxia. Hoffa said.

"Oriental?" Ollivander smacked his mouth, "I see, their habits are indeed different from ours here. ”

With that, he waved his wand, and all the boxes were put away and returned to their original positions.

"Follow me. ”

Hoffa followed Ollivander to the back hall of the store.

Here, there are many different materials, feathers, hair, nerves, hearts, spider legs, wood from various trees, and even a skeleton of a fairy. Hoffa wondered if Indor was reluctant to come in, and it was cruel to make a staff.

Underneath the stack of materials, Ollivander bent down for a long time before finally pulling out a crumpled ash box. As soon as he blew, a huge amount of dust was raised.

The gray box turned into a black box.

Ollivander stood solemnly in front of Hoffa and opened the box.

In the box, a magic wand lay quietly. It's not right to say that it is a wand, because it has some knots on its branches, which looks a little rough, not at all as delicate as those wands outside. It's like a branch cut straight from a tree.

A magical feeling arose in Hoffa's mind.

It's looking at me.

Hoffa realized this.

It's a little agitated.

Without hesitation, Hoffa reached out and grabbed the quaint branch.

At this moment, a touch of blood connection appeared, a vicissitudes and gentle warmth flowed through his body, and the thousand years of lonely waiting almost made him almost want to cry.

Nothing happened, but Hoffa knew that this was his destined partner.

He let go of his hand, and something strange happened, and the wand didn't fall off. It floated above Hoffa's palm.

As he floated, he saw the only trace of artificiality on the wand.

In its tail, there is a deep notch. It is painted with slightly faded red paint.

That's a boxy font.

【Seal】

After admiring the wand in its entirety, it fell back into Hoffa's palm.

A smile appeared on Hofa's face, and he looked at Ollivander with joy, hoping that he could explain it to himself.

But Aolian Vander's eyes were full of suspicion. He spun around with his hands behind his back.

"How so..... how so?"

"What the hell is going on," asked Hoffa, "how much does this wand cost, I want it." ”

"Money ......"

Ollivander coughed: "Forget it, the wand chooses the master, so be it." But I have to warn you that this wand is an unfinished piece. If something happens, I'm not responsible. ”

"What?" said Hoffa, in amazement, "Unfinished, what do you mean?" ”

Ollivander speaks.

"More than 100 years ago, my grandfather, Gabbard Ollivanders, once traveled to India with the Queen's ship, and there was a very high snow-capped mountain in the area where the Qing Dynasty and India met. There is a tree at the foot of the mountain, which the local people call the Bodhi tree.

My grandfather stayed there for a while, and when he left, an old monk gave him this branch, saying that it contained magical powers.

My grandfather didn't feel any power, he just brought it back as a souvenir. My father didn't find anything special about it, and neither did I.

A few years ago, I wanted to make it into a wand, but I found that it couldn't match any wand core, not dragon heart, phoenix feathers, unicorn hair, so I kept it here. ”

As he spoke, Ollivander sighed, "I always thought that what my grandfather brought back was just a piece of wood without magic..... but now it seems really strange that there is wood that can cast spells without relying on magical substances......."

Hoffa was surprised, "So this thing is just a branch?"

"That's right. Ollivander shrugged: "But it's a valuable keepsake, and if you want to buy it, you'll have to pay me double the price." ”

Hoffa .......

By the time I walked out of Ollivander's shop, it was almost dark.

In the distance, there were red, fiery clouds, and on the road were some sorcerers in a hurry. Judging by their outfits, many of them were sourced from Diagon Alley after the Ministry of Magic got off work.

Hoffa stood outside Ollivander's shop, looking happily at the Bodhi branch engraved with the word "seal".

I thought I finally had a wand of my own.

After spending 20 gold gallons, Hoffa got his wand. And Ollivander was also very "generous" to give Hoffa a calfskin holster, which could be tied to his arm. It is used for daily wand wear and maintenance.

Indor was almost asleep waiting outside, and when he saw Hoffa come out, he couldn't help but scold, "Are you in love with that old man?

Hoffa was in a good mood and didn't want to worry about him. He put away his wand and patted the elf on the shoulder.

"Alright, young demon, don't be so anxious. Would you like to go for a drink together? ”

"it!" said Indor, angrily, "I waited for you to come out, just to tell you." I promised you to get books and wands before dark, and now I did, so our contractual relationship is over. ”

"Eh," Hoffa was stunned. "Where are you going?"

"Wherever I'm going, I said I'm a goblin from the German island of Black Goland, and now I'm going home. Indor said.

Germany...... Hoffa was in a good mood and couldn't help but say a little more: "Then don't get into the war." ”

"Why, you think there will be a war too?" Indor glanced at Hoffa more, "These British guys don't think so, Muggles have a word in them......., what do you say?"

Indor tilted his head in thought.

"Appeasement," Hofa sighed, no way, everyone wants peace, even if it is an imaginary peace.

"That's right, it's appeasement, you know quite a lot. Intor muttered, "Don't worry, I don't like to fight either." ”

With that, he held up his finger.

Hoffa took a step back, was this a move to prepare to cast a spell and leave?

However, there was no response, and Indor looked at Hoffa with a hesitant expression.

"Hey, will you leave King's Cross Station?"

Hoffa nodded, "I will." ”

"The platform is in the middle of ninety-two, and you have to run all the way through it. ”

Hoffa smiled, of course he knew all these things, but when this came out of the goblin's mouth, he always felt something strange. Maybe this guy isn't as jerk as he seems.

"I see, thank you for telling me, it's a great help. ”

"Hmph!" said Indor, smugly, "you're a little clever, but you're only 11 years old after all." ”

"Alright, alright, go back to your Black Golan Island. Hoffa said helplessly.

Indor raised his fingers, but finally lowered them again.

Hoffa was speechless, "What are you going to do?"

The goblin did something incredible, he removed one of his silver earrings, and then clicked into Hoffa's ear, and the pain made him burst into tears.

Hoffa glared at Indor. "What!?"

Indor laughed, "I admire a man who dares to come out and look for a job at such a young age, if you want to find a job in the future, you can come to me, don't look for it in Diagon Alley, there is no oil and water for work here." ”

With that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The fairy figure disappeared into thin air in an instant.

Only Hoffa was left rubbing his bleeding ears and scolding angrily in place: "Bastard!"