Six people were about to fill the empty space of the shop when there was a loud click, and an old man with unkempt hair stood in front of them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, McGonagall, it's no problem to bring the freshmen over to pick out their wands. The old man chattered, "I remember your wand, mahogany, nine and a quarter of an inch, perfect for Transfiguration." ”

Mr. Ollivander said, glancing at the two little ones with a sharp gaze: "Okay, you two, who will come first." ”

Roger leaned over and motioned for Hermione to come first, "Lady first, please." ”

Ollivander thought for a moment, turned around and shuttled between the shelves, selected some long boxes to move down, and opened a box: "Then this young lady ......"

"Granger, Hermione Granger. Hermione introduced herself with some restraint.

"So, Ms. Granger, try this one. Made of vine wood and the tendon cord of the dragon's heart, fourteen inches, very flexible. ”

Hermione took the wand and felt her fingers move, and a dazzling light emanated from the tip of the wand, shining like fireworks.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger applauded their daughter, and Mr. Ollivander exclaimed: "Yes, good choice, smart, alert...... I think your future is going to be wonderful, Miss Granger. ”

Hermione got her new wand and played with it.

The old man looked at the boy again.

"Roger, Roger Collins. Roger introduced himself.

"Well," Mr. Ollivander groaned, drew out a box and handed it over, "Mr. Collins, try this, made of beech wood and snake nerves, nine inches long. ”

Roger reached out and took it, and with a flick of his wand, the old man immediately snatched it away.

"Alder, phoenix feathers, seven inches long, nice elasticity......"

Before Roger could raise it, the wand was snatched away by Mr. Ollivander again. The wands he had tried were piled on top of his chair, piled higher and higher.

But the more the old man pulled his wand out of the shelf, the happier he became: "A discerning customer, hmm? It doesn't matter, there is always a ...... here that is ideal, perfect, and best for you."

The wands in the shop were about to be tested, and old Ollivanders' mouth was almost grinning, and Professor McGonagall had already taken his aunt and Hermione to buy other necessities, leaving Roger sitting in his chair waiting for the old man to shove his wands into his hand one by one.

"Hey, how long will it take...", the impatient Roger of the subject had no attitude at all: "If you can't do this, I'm going to change the house." ”

"Wait, let me think about it...... "Old Ollivander turned back to the innermost part of the shop, the box in his hand covered with dust: "The whimsy of my youth, the cypress wood, the backbone of the newt, nine and a half inches long, incomparably elastic. ”

Roger lazily took the wand, and felt a sudden heat in his wrist, and the wand slashed through the dusty air, spreading a breeze around Roger.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it......" The old man sighed loudly as he put his wand in the box, wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying in his mouth, "Wonderful... Wonderful......"

Roger was tired of being here for a long time, so he took out the money and turned around and left, this old man loves to feel wonderful, anyway, there is a wand to make do with it, and those wands choose the gods of the master or say to little Harry......

In the evening, the two families, who had been shopping all day, rushed out of Diagon Alley before the sun went down, each carrying a large and small, strange-shaped package in their hands.

Before they entered the subway station, Professor McGonagall handed Hermione and Roger the tickets to Hogwarts and instructed them how to get to the platform of nine and three-quarters.

After all this was done, Professor McGonagall would disappear, and she couldn't wait to leave after not meeting such a troublesome student in many years.

On the way back, Hermione seemed less excited, and she looked at the Modern History of Magic that her parents had bought for her in the bookstore.

"Oh, ......no," exclaimed Aunt Elizabeth in annoyance.

Roger, who was squinting on the back of the front row, was startled: "What's wrong!

My aunt patted her head: "I forgot to ask if the school had a policy of expelling students." ”

"Yes, why do you ask this? Roger replied inexplicably, Hagrid was expelled.

"That's it," the aunt sighed in frustration, and then said earnestly, "Promise me, Roger, until you graduate......"

"......" Roger was speechless: "I'll try to ...... as much as I can"

Roger's last month with his family was uneventful, Caroline was scheduled to go to Beddington School, where Aunt Elizabeth spent a lot of money, and Alice went from being a nominal tutor to a housekeeper, even though she didn't care about anything......

The vampire and his aunt devoted great enthusiasm to the family business, and it is said that they had built a sizable trading company at the mouth of the sea in Grace.

Roger poked himself every day, read books, teased Hermione, ate big meals, and did nothing.

He also looked through the basic magic textbooks he bought, they were all very simple, after all, the books that taught eleven-year-old children, tried to perform a few commonly used small magic and were successful, the only thing that made him feel strange was that the whole book of "History of Magic" introduced the development of magic in Britain, and did not mention anything about the development of magic abroad.

This issue was also discussed when she was out with Hermione, and the "History of Modern Magic", "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts", and "Records of Major Modern Magical Events" that the little girl bought also described what happened in Britain, as if Britain was the only wizard in the world.

Roger made up his mind to wait until Hogwarts to ask the professor.

On the first day of September, Roger walked around the house with a compass in his hand, and Caroline also looked at these magic textbooks and things, coupled with Roger's habit of throwing them casually, it was still a little difficult to find.

He was going to take Hermione's car to King's Cross Station, and his aunt was going to talk about big business in the morning, so she didn't have time to get him to the station.

Before leaving, Aunt Elizabeth expressed her gratitude to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and took Hermione's hand and did not let go: "You and Roger are friends, he will take care of your words a little bit, help me watch him, don't let him make things too ......"

Hermione was confused, "What's the matter?" what are you talking about?"

"He's just got here these days, and there's magic and stuff that is taking his energy in, and we're all together... When he goes to school, he probably has no scruples, don't let him blow up the school...... "My aunt obviously knows her nephew very well.

Hearing this, Roger was amused: "Impossible, how can I do such a ridiculous thing as bombing the school." ”

My aunt glared: "Caroline told me that you even prepared bombs and incendiary bombs by yourself last time!"

"......" Mr. and Mrs. Granger felt that their daughter was in the middle of a strange man......