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At breakfast, Dialect showed Old Tom the Hogwarts letter of acceptance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh~" Old Tom's face was full of memories, "yes, you're also of school age!" I think back then, I was also a student at Hogwarts, that wonderful youth! ”

The dialect became interested, "Tom, what college did you graduate from?" ”

"Hufflepuff!" Old Tom said proudly, "The Abbott family is from Hufflepuff House!" ”

Fang Yan nodded, Hufflepuff can be said to be the most low-key of the four Hogwarts houses, but it is also the most united, and there are such excellent talents as Cedric Diggory in the original books. However, it was not Hufflepuff that the dialect wanted to go to, but Ravenclaw, who had long coveted the legendary Ravenclaw Library.

After breakfast, Old Tom gave Dialect a bag of gold Galleons and told him to go shopping in Diagon Alley on his own, and he was completely relieved that he had been mixing dialects in Diagon Alley for a year.

Diagon Alley, the dialect has long been familiar. In less than an hour, Dialect had already bought everything except wands and pets. He wasn't going to buy a pet, so all he had left was a wand now.

Dialect walks into a wand shop, and this is the only one selling wands in the entire Diagon Alley. Even in the entire wizarding world, this shop is famous, and I don't know how many famous people in history have used magic wands made by this shop.

It was an ordinary-looking shop, shabby and small, with a wand alone in a dusty window.

The gold-lettered sign on the door has peeled off and reads:

Ollivander: A well-made wand since 382 BC.

Fang Yan couldn't help but complain in his heart, Old Tom's Leaky Cauldron Bar and the current Wand Shop, is it popular in the wizarding world to make the appearance of the store shabby and old, can this show his unique style.

Despite his complaints, the dialect walked into the store, and no one in the whole of Britain could make wands better than Ollivander. This is not a century-old craft, but a heritage that has not been broken for more than 2,300 years, and has studied the skills of wand making to the peak.

As he stepped into the store, a jingling bell sounded in the back of the store. The shop is small and has nothing but a bench. Fang Yan sat honestly on the bench and waited, his eyes wandering off the shelf in front of him where the wand boxes were placed, and he looked at the hundreds, thousands, layers and even piled up to the roof.

"Good morning!" A soft voice rang abruptly in his ears, and Fang Yan couldn't help but be startled. As soon as he looked away, a smiling old man appeared beside him at some point, his big light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Ah, hello!" Fang Yan quickly stood up and saluted back, "My name is Sean, Sean Abbott." I've admired your name for a long time, Mr. Ollivander! ”

"Tom's grandson, I've heard of you, Mr. Sean." Ollivander nodded slightly, his eyes full of memories: "Tom is a few years younger than me, and his wand was made by my father, I remember it very well." Ivy wood, unicorn hair, twelve and a quarter of an inch, represents the power of loyalty and protection. ”

"What a memory!" Fang Yan was secretly shocked, although he knew in the original book that Ollivander's memory was super strong, but he was still shocked slightly.

"Is Mr. Sean going to buy a wand?" Ollivander woke up from the memories and looked at Sean, "You seem to be of school age too." ”

Fang Yan nodded with his jaw and followed his words, "Yes, Mr. Ollivander." I'm going to Hogwarts this year, and I've heard from Tom that you're the best wand maker in all of Europe, so I'm here to buy a wand. ”

Ollivander laughed, as if the words in tongue made him very useful, but he still pretended to be modest: "Oh, Tom's words have won the prize!" When it comes to wand-making, there's another Grigovich in Europe who's on par with me, even though I don't like his wand-making style. ”

Fang Yan smiled awkwardly and did not speak.

Ollivanders seemed to remember that Fang Yan had come to buy a wand, his expression was solemn, and his tone involuntarily brought a master's demeanor: "Every Ollivanders wand has a super magical substance, which is also its essence." Mr. Sean, we commonly use unicorn fur, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves. Every Ollivanders wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Therefore, for the wand, each owner is also a unique existence, and when the wand meets its owner, it will exude a dazzling brilliance. ”

Fang Yan nodded in agreement, but in fact, what he was thinking about at this time was the opportunity to see if he could get a phoenix to play with as a pet. If Ollivander knew what he was thinking, he would definitely spray him in the face, and the phoenix could easily get it? The entire wizarding world is Dumbledore's only phoenix pet.

"Okay, so Mr. Sean, which arm are you good at?" Ollivander then asked.

"Well, I'm more right-handed." Fang Yan replied that he was not left-handed.

"Hmm," Ollivander glanced at his right hand, took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, and measured Fang Yan's arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference, and a series of other data, making Fang Yan frown.

"That's it!" Ollivander put down his tools, returned to the back of the counter and began to rummage through the cabinets.

Before Fang Yan could breathe a sigh of relief, Ollivander came over with a box and opened it: "Try this one, Mr. Sean." Made of beech wood and unicorn hair, it's ten inches long, flexible and strong, and you can give it a try. With that, he slipped a wand into Tongues' hand.

As soon as Fang Yan received it, before he could react, he was taken back by Ollivanders. "Nope! Not this one. Ollivander began rummaging through the cabinets again. Twelve and a quarter inches, skullwood, male unicorn hair, very elastic, suitable for Transfiguration, try-" Fang Yan waved his wand, and then it was snatched away. "Wrong again, then try this, the nerve of the oak and the snake, nine inches long, very powerful......" The dialect tried countless times, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and the boxes on the ground were stacked higher and higher, and even collapsed several times.

The more wands Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the more pleased he seemed, "A discerning customer, huh?" It doesn't matter, I think there's always the best, the most perfect, the best wand for you—" But after saying this, another half an hour passed, and Fang Yan still didn't find his wand.

Seeing that Mr. Ollivander still had a tendency to continue, Fang Yan couldn't help sweating on his forehead, but he didn't expect that he actually enjoyed the treatment of the protagonist.

For a long time, the wand box in front of Fang Yan had been piled up into a small mountain.

"Well," Ollivander also seemed a little helpless, he hadn't seen such a discerning guest in years.

"Oh, yes!" As if remembering something, Ollivander turned and ran into the warehouse behind the counter. Fang Yan heard another sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

After a while, Ollivander came out from behind, a box in his hand, "Try this one again, Mr. Sean." ”

Ollivander opened the box, revealing a wand covered in jet-black with a faint glare of cash entwined around it, and the dialect liked it at first glance.

"Ahh After a pause, he looked at Tian Yu with a look of wonder, "Since it was made, no wizard has been able to recognize it, Mr. Sean." ”

"I want to try." When the dialect took out this wand from Ollivander, he had a special, indescribable sense of wonder.

Ollivander stretched out his hand and gestured, and he took two steps back, looking at Fang Yan expectantly.

Dialect looked at the wand and gently pulled it out of the box.

"Huh!" Fang Yan felt unexpectedly clasped his hands, which was a feeling that those magic wands couldn't give him before.

Slowly entering the magic power into the wand, all of a sudden, a wonderful wave emanated from the wand and continued to expand, soon breaking through the Ollivanders wand shop and enveloping half of Diagon Alley.

The consciousness of the dialect seems to continue to spread along with this fluctuation, just like the spiritual scan of the legend on the earth in the previous life, the dialect clearly perceives everything within the scope of the fluctuation. This wonderful visual vision gave him a very familiar feeling, very similar to the vision of God in the world of consciousness.

"It's amazing!" Ollivanders' exclamation woke Fang Yan up, and Fang Yan suddenly withdrew from this wonderful visual state, making him feel a sense of loss.

"That's it!" Fang Yan took out his money bag and looked at Ollivanders, he was bound to get this wand. "How much does it cost?"

A few minutes later, to Ollivander's smiling farewell, Fang Yan left the wand shop with a dark face.

For this wand, Dialect had to pay Ollivander a total of 15 Galleons for wand production and 2,500 Galleons for maintenance, for a total of 2,515 Galleons! Of course, Dialect couldn't afford to pay so much money, even if all the money Old Tom gave to Dialect was counted, it wouldn't be enough for a fraction.

In the end, Dialect and Ollivander came to an agreement. For the time being, the dialect paid Ollivander 15 gold galleons for the cost upfront, and as for the 2,500 gold galleons, the maintenance fee was paid in installments and paid over ten years. Now, Ollivander has become a big creditor of dialects, and it is no wonder that dialects' faces are so ugly.

Instead of wandering around Diagon Alley, Fang Yan returned to the Leaky Cauldron in a very unhappy mood, ready to take a closer look at the wand that had saddled him with huge debts.