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According to the female store manager wearing heavy black-framed glasses, this bird will not call in its life, and it will only call out the sound it heard in its life when it comes to the end of its life, and then die, so it is named Soundbird. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I don't understand, wouldn't it be nice to buy an owl that can deliver letters? If it is ornamental, a mouse and a cat can also make good playmates. McGonagall expressed her incomprehension of Owen's choice of a soundbird, which did not call, was not very pretty, and was not a good pet at all.

"It's quiet!" Owen listened to McGonagall's words, teasing the little blue sparrow in the cage and said, this little thing ignored him, just squinted and kept his mind.

"Alright! The next step to buy is your textbook. McGonagall looked at Owen who was teasing the blue bird, and no longer dwelled on the matter of the soundbird, this thing is not dangerous, it doesn't matter if it is raised, anyway, it is not her who will be bored at that time.

"Yes, where to go?" Owen looked up and blinked, and this was the opportunity to touch the magical magic book.

"Go to the Blotted bookstore, the textbooks needed by junior wizards are the only ones you can buy there." McGonagall said a place name and led Owen to the other end of the street, pointing him out some Diagon Alley shops and where to buy what.

From the Blotted bookstore, Owen bought a lot of books, in addition to the textbooks he needed, there were also some books on potions and magical creatures, as long as he didn't buy those dangerous things, Professor McGonagall also turned one eye open, closed one eye, whatever he wanted, after buying the book, Owen only had one last thing left to buy.

"If you buy a wand, it's Ollivanders, the best wand shop in the UK." Without hesitation, McGonagall led Owen to a small, dilapidated old shop, where the gold-lettered sign on the door had been a little peeled off the paint, and there were some small words written on it, and Owen read it out little by little.

"Ollivanders, since 382 BC, both well-made wands, Professor McGonagall, how far is the history of wizards?" Owen read Ollivanders' shop name and asked McGonagall.

"I don't know about this, myths, legends, biographies, etc., the history is very long, how long the time is, I can't answer accurately, but I suggest you ask Professor Binns, he is the professor of the history of magic at Hogwarts, now, let's go in and buy a wand!" McGonagall couldn't help but laugh and cry as she listened to Owen's questioning, this kid didn't seem to have much curiosity, and focused on asking questions in areas where she was not good at.

"Okay!" Owen looked at the professor who was shirking, shrugged his shoulders, and followed into the old shop.

"Ahh Professor McGonagall, there's a little wizard again. The store was filled with long lockets, stacked on top of each other, almost up to the roof, and an old man was busy in them, and when he felt someone enter, he turned to look at McGonagall and Owen, and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, Ollivander, Owen, go!" McGonagall nodded and smiled, but said to Owen without further ado.

"Hello, my name is Owen Sterling." Owen took two steps forward and looked at Ollivanders, the old man with a pair of silver-gray pupils.

"Well, polite boy, my name is Ollivander, and as you can see, you can buy the wand you need from me, but first, you have to tell me, which hand do you use a wand?" Ollivander nodded his head slightly, smiling and inquiring, when a tape measure flew into the corner of the store.

"Right hand." Owen looked at the flying tape measure, automatically raised his right hand, let the tape measure turn around on his body, measured the arm length, height, and head circumference, and flew back into Owen's hand.

"Nice little one, remember, the wand chooses the owner." Ollivander looked at Owen who didn't need to be greeted, nodded involuntarily, took the tape measure that flew back, looked at the parameters on it, solemnly mentioned it, and then pulled out a box from the box shelves behind him that were piled up almost to the roof.

"Here, try, palm wood that represents the power of recovery, the core of the staff is unicorn hair, try to wave it, don't face me." Ollivander handed the wand in Owen's hand and waved it.

"Whoosh!" Owen listened to Ollivander's words, and waved the wand in his hand towards the room, and in an instant, he felt that in the wand in his hand, an invisible force was released, and he did not accept his restraint.

"Uh-oh." Ollivander looked at the flying box, and did not look surprised, but immediately took the wand from Owen's hand, for fear that he would wave it more.

"You'll have to wait, after you buy your wand, go find me at Florin's cold drink shop." McGonagall looked at the flying box, couldn't help but squint her eyes, and said to Owen, and then the time it took to buy a wand could be long or short, and you had to wait.

"Don't worry, she won't lose you, let's try the next one." Ollivander looked at Magnum, smiled, and said to Owen, found a new box, and took out another wand and handed it to Owen.

"The beautiful white birch that represents the ancient sacred, the core of the staff is the heart tendon of the dragon, wave it again, don't face me, it's dangerous."

"Bang!" Owen casually swiped his wand, and the violent force in the wand instantly shattered a glass, and then the wand was taken back again.

"Okay, let's go to the next one, a willow that is good at healing and representing inspiration, and a phoenix's tail feathers."

Next, a series of more than a dozen wands caused all kinds of accidents and made a mess of Ollivander's storefront, but the old gentleman didn't care, and still looked for him with great interest, introducing all kinds of representative wood, and wands made of dragon's heart tendons, phoenix's tail feathers, and unicorn's tail hair.

The wand is a very important prop for wizards, just like a variety of Muggle guns, but guns can only be pure destruction, while wands are different, it has both weapon and life functions, the wand heart of the body part of the magical creature, with the magic wood, makes them have magical power, wizards cast spells, wands are essential props.

"Don't worry, no matter how discerning the guest is, you can find your own wand here." Ollivander tried dozens of wands in a row, and his interest grewed, and he didn't see any irritation at all, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then turned out the box from the room.

"I've always been a fan of wands with strange things, but once in a while, I'll make an exception and try this, a symbol of strength oak that works with a raccoon dog's whiskers."

"Cat's beard." Owen couldn't help blinking when he heard this, and took the wand, the cat raccoon he remembered, was a cat-type magical creature, intelligent and loner, and even attacked people, but if he recognized whoever would be the master, he would be very loyal, and had the ability to distinguish between good and evil, Hermione's Crook Hill had part of the raccoon blood, so he was willing to help Sirius who was wronged, and attacked Pettigrew who turned into a mouse.

The cat's beard, with a wand made of oak, grabbed in Owen's hand, and there was no accident when he waved it, and the magic power in the wand did not attack outward, but obediently entered Owen's body, making him feel a chill at the back of his head, and his body glowed with a different kind of look.

"Sure enough, it's a fussy little ghost, make good use of this wand, it picks you, and another benefit, ten gold gallons." (To be continued.) )