"It looks more like a place where wizards live." Noah whispered.

The street in front of him undoubtedly satisfied some of his fantasies about magical stories.

Unlike the spacious and bright New Town outside, the street looks narrow and gloomy, and all the buildings are like the building blocks built by some clumsy child, stacked haphazardly and crookedly.

Even the brightly colored three-story building in front of it that belonged to the "Weasley Joke Shop" looked a little strange in such an environment.

In such an environment, the new students and their Muggle parents had become visibly restrained.

"Please don't worry."

Jacob looked back and smiled gently.

"There's no danger here."

As he spoke, he led the group deeper into the street.

Along the way, Noah saw many old and familiar signs, all of which were the shops they had visited in the new town.

For example, the Blotted Bookstore, the Patch Cauldron, the Lady Morkin Robe Shop, the Babbling Owl Shop, the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, ......

Finally, they walked to the end of the street and saw the sign of Ollivander's wand shop.

It's a very dilapidated shop, with the words "Founded in 382 B.C." written in mottled handwriting above the door, silently telling its ancient history.

Through the not-so-bright glass windows, they could only see the dim and crowded scene of the store.

Jacob pushed open the door of the shop, turned back to the crowd and said, "Stand in line, every time a family comes in, the others wait where they are until they finish buying their wands, and don't run around." ”

Hearing this, Noah's father, Tarquin, immediately used his strong body to seize the top spot in the group, and dragged his wife and son into the shop after Jacob.

Then, the door of the shop was closed.

"Mr. Ollivanders."

Jacob greeted, but the shop was still quiet.

Noah looked curiously at the crowded cabinets in the store and the mountains of long boxes in the cabinets.

"Mr. Ollivanders!"

Jacob raised his voice and shouted, and the sound of something falling to the ground was immediately heard inside the shop.

"Don't be so loud."

A rickety old man walked out of the darkness behind the cabinet, muttering dissatisfaction.

He looked too old to look good, he walked unsteadily, his face was full of wrinkles and age spots, and his eyelids drooped.

"I'm glad to see you alive."

Noah heard Professor Kent say this unceremoniously.

"Otherwise, I'll have to take these freshmen to the Germans' territory to buy wands."

Mr. Ollivander took a pair of glasses from his pocket with a somewhat trembling hand and put them on, then his eyes widened.

Noah noticed that the old gentleman's eyes were pale and almost transparent.

"It's you, Jacob Birkent." The old man said dissatisfiedly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you...... I said that until I die, the Ollivanders Wand Shop will not leave Diagon Alley. ”

"You're stubborn."

Jacob shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright, get to work, this little gentleman needs to buy a wand."

With that, he shoved Noah in front of Mr. Ollivanders.

Mr. Ollivander leaned in and stared at Noah's face, causing Noah to take two steps back in quick succession.

"Oh, is it another Hogwarts freshman?"

"Yes...... Yes, sir. ”

"Stretch out your dominant hand!"

"Okay......

Noah found the process of buying a wand very strange.

Mr. Ollivander first measured him with an automatic tape measure, and then took the trouble to take out a different wand for him to hold in his hand and try to wave it.

On more than one occasion, he caused some trouble, big and small, and made a mess of the wand shop, but Mr. Ollivander didn't care.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a customer as fussy as you...... Ha! ”

The old gentleman became a little excited, and bent over to rummage.

"Try this!"

He took out a black box, took out a black wand and handed it to Noah.

Noah reached out and took his wand.

In an instant, he felt a certain energy in his body become calm.

With a slight wave of his hand, a small white flower sprouted from the tip of the black wand.

"This is it!"

Mr. Ollivander smiled happily.

"Ebony with the nerves of a dragon, twelve and a quarter of an inch long, one to one mimicking the wand of a great man."

His expression was very proud, and he leaned in front of Noah.

"Of course, the original one is also my work."

"How is that possible?"

Noah heard Professor Kent's voice in disbelief.

He turned his head and saw that Professor Kent, who had been expressionless all along, had finally changed his face.

He looked at Noah in surprise, as if he was looking at someone else.

"Also from Hastings, is it a relative?" He muttered quietly.

"How...... What's wrong? ”

Noah looked at the wand in his hand and didn't know what was wrong.

"It's nothing, it's a good thing."

But Jacob was reluctant to say more.

"Alright, now that you've got your wand, hurry up and pay for it, and wait outside."

Noah could only walk out of the wand shop with some uneasiness, accompanied by his parents.

While waiting, Noah held his wand and kept guessing.

"Who are the big men they are talking about?"

He was curious.

"Alright." Mother Challa patted him on the head, "When you come here to school, you will know everything. ”

Tarquin muttered, "Sounds like the same guy from Hastings, maybe it's someone we know." ”

The small town of Hastings is not very large, and most of its residents know each other.

"Not many people have left the town these years." "I can't think of any big names from us Hastings. ”

Tarquin's eyes lit up, "Maybe it's the family, they've been gone for more than twenty years. ”

"No, they just emigrated to Spain." Chara denied, "It's not like the old Trollopes haven't been back all these years, they still keep their old house." ”

"Then I don't know." Tarquin shook his head.

At an angle that the couple didn't see, Noah's eyes lit up.

He knew who the big man was in Professor Kent's mouth.

It must be that Mr. Trollope!

Mr. Trollope was the son of his parents as the elder Mr. and Mrs. Trollope, whom Noah had met in Hastings.

Noah had always felt that the gentleman and his wife seemed mysterious, completely different from the people around them, and couldn't even fit into the atmosphere of a seaside town like Hastings.

Now that he thinks about it, there is a certain temperament of theirs that looks like the wizards he saw in the wizarding world.

This discovery excites Noah.

But he didn't tell anyone what he guessed, and during the days he spent back in Hastings waiting for the start of school, he often wandered down the streets where the old Trollope house was, trying to see the mysterious gentleman again.

It's just that his wish seems to have been frustrated.

The owner of the old house never showed up, and only the people from the agency came to maintain the house regularly.

It wasn't until a few days before school started that he set foot on that street again and saw the mysterious gentleman sitting in the garden with his wife drinking tea.

Noah excitedly ran to the garden gate.

It's just that the moment he met the other party's gaze, his mind was blank and he didn't know what to say.

It was only then that he realized that his actions seemed impolite and dangerous.

This summer, he had read a lot of books about the common knowledge of the wizarding world, and knew that many wizards had strange tempers, especially those powerful ones.

"Right...... I'm sorry...... It's me...... I offended ......"

Noah stammered.

At the same time, his heart was full of chagrin, and his mind began to imagine his tragic end uncontrollably.

Maybe he'll turn me into a mouse, and Mom and Dad won't recognize me, but they just think I'm missing.

"No, I'm not going to turn you into a rat."

Scott looked at the little guy outside the door amusedly, and spoke gently.

"You, do you know what I'm thinking?"

Noah's eyes widened.

"Of course, I know your name."

Scott waved his hand, and the garden door opened automatically.

"Come in, Noah, Jacob and I talked about you."

Noah, who was standing outside the door, hesitated for a moment.

But driven by curiosity, he plucked up the courage to go into the garden.

"Excuse me."

He tugged at the corners of his clothes, trying to look more polite and polite.

Scott said to Luna, "I think he might be a Gryffindor. ”

Luna said, "It could be Slytherin, too." ”

Scott nodded in agreement, "Makes sense." ”

"Sit down, little one."

Luna smiled and stood up, led the boy to the table and sat down, and brought out refreshments to share with him.

"Thank you."

Feeling the kindness and friendliness of this lady, Noah couldn't help but relax a little.

After that, the couple didn't care about Noah's existence anymore and started chatting on their own.

They chatted with a lot of content.

Magic, magical beasts, potions, the system of the wizarding world, or a friend, are all their topics.

Noah didn't ask any questions, just listened quietly.

Most of the content Noah didn't understand at all, but he listened so carefully that he even forced himself to write it down.

This will definitely be useful.

He thought to himself.

A few years later, Noah, who was already in his senior year at Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, often recalled the scene.

"It was a fantastic afternoon."

In order to integrate into the college, he shared that experience with friends he met at school more than once, and his friends always took the trouble to listen and cast envious glances at him.

Similarly, Noah thanked himself more than once when he was 11 years old.

He really tried to memorize a lot of the Troope couple's chat.

Although they were just casual chatter, the chats he forcibly remembered helped him a lot in the days that followed.

Unfortunately, perhaps because of Noah's story, many people tried to meet Mr. Trollope at the old house in Hastings, and after that, no one came close to it.

And Noah never saw Mr. Trollope again.

But he had already decided that after finishing his Hogwarts classes, he would take the exams for Asgard University of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He wanted to come to Mr. Trollope with his own dignity, apologize to him, and thank him.

Noah's story is over.

But the extra is not over yet, the next side is Scott's last story, the story about whether to choose eternal life.

(End of chapter)