The next destination is the Blotted Bookstore. The shelves here are filled with books, all the way to the ceiling, from leather hardcover books as large as paving slabs to postage stamp-sized books, and a few without words.

Curious, Norlin picked up a copy of Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense, and was about to open it when Professor McGonagall suddenly said in a serious manner, "Norlin, I think it's necessary to remind you that you can't use magic in the Muggle world - Muggles are ordinary people who can't do magic. ”

Norin nodded his head seemingly earnestly, but he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

After buying the textbooks he needed for his first grade, Professor McGonagall took him to buy all the remaining necessities. Soon after, Norlin followed Professor McGonagall with a small cart containing a crucible, a scale, and a brass telescope, as well as an assortment of magic powders.

"So—that's the last thing." Professor McGonagall had a hint of relief on her face. is past the age of shopping, and it is difficult for her to accompany Norin to buy these things.

The last place was small and broken, and the gold sign on the door had peeled off, which read: Ollivander: A well-made wand since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

This is the most famous wand shop, and if you count the time, this shop has been making wands for more than 2,000 years. Norin looked at the words on the door, looking a little dazed.

When I entered the store, the wind chimes jingled and jingled, crisp and pleasant. There was no one in the store, and Norlin began to look at the contents of the store. The walls are filled with all sorts of long cabinets, making the shop look crowded. There was only one bench in the store, leaning alone against the wall. Professor McGonagall remained silent, waiting quietly.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice rang out, pulling Norlin's thoughts back. Immediately afterwards there was a crackling sound in the compartment, and an old man stood very abruptly in front of them, his big light-colored eyes like two bright moons in the dim shop.

"Hello." Norlin said stiffly.

"Hello, little sir. Minerva, after all these years, I still remember the wand in your hand. Nine and three-quarters inches, made of nanmu, with the shredded flesh on the dragon's heart as the core—perfect for a master of transformation like you. The old man's eyes sparkled with wisdom and pride, "Well, presumably, this kid is here to choose a wand." ”

"Yes, Ollivander." Professor McGonagall continued.

"Let's get started." Ollivanders' silver-white eyes stared at Norlin, making him look a little hairy, "Little sir, which arm do you use to make your wand?" ”

He pulled out a long tape measure with silver scales engraved on it from his pocket.

"Right hand." Norlin blinked and replied.

"Raise your arms." Ollivander measured Norlin from his shoulders to his fingertips, then from his wrists to his elbows, from his shoulders to the floor, from his knees to his armpits, and finally from his head. As he measured, he said leisurely, "Every Ollivanders wand has a super powerful magical substance, which is also its essence. We used unicorn fur, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves. Each wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Remember, it is the wand that picks the owner. All right. ”

After Ollivander said something meaningful, the tape measure automatically folded away and fed the data back to him. Ollivander pondered for a moment and began to weave through the shelves.

"Try this one. Twelve and a quarter inches, skullwood, male unicorn hair, very elastic. It can carry the infusion of magic power well. It wasn't long before Ollivander removed a cabinet from the near-ceiling shelf, opened it and placed it in front of Norin.

Norlin reached out to his wand with excitement, a nervousness about to have one of his own. The wand shimmered faintly. However, the moment Nolin's right hand touched it, its light visibly converged.

"Huh?" Ollivander snorted softly, his expression suddenly a little serious. He replaced it, "Try this." Eight-inch, oak, giant's spinal nerve for the inner core. Tough, strong, long-lasting, powerful. Give it a try. ”

Norlin picked it up with some confusion. This wand is purple all over, and there is a faint uninhibited arrogance. But soon, in Nolin's hands, he was like a child who was obedient.

Obviously, this wand also did not work as intended. Norlin tried one after another, and Ollivanders' eyes began to glow.

"Complete submission - how is this possible." As the wand in the shop walked through Nolin's hand in turn, Ollivanders' expression became more and more shocked, "It seems that Hogwarts is going to have another amazing magical genius." Let me think. ”

Norlin stood aside a little bewildered. The moment he touched the wand, he felt a strange wave spread out of his mind, and he didn't know what it was.

Ollivander pondered for a moment, then stared at Norlin for a moment, and took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He walked into the back room, and when he came out again, he had a long, narrow pipe in his hand.

"I have treasured three of the most outstanding wands. Two of them were made by me, and they were made from the feathers of the same phoenix. And this root comes from a friend many years ago. Nine and five-sevenths of an inch—no doubt, rather grotesque, made of rosewood, with a core that even I could not tell. Give it a try. Ollivander unscrewed the top of the tube and pulled out an alternative wand. It's dark all over, but there's a subtle nobble of luster flowing through it.

Norlin held his wand, and in an instant, it seemed that an invisible ripple spread, and the wands in the store let out a low sound. Norlin froze for a moment, the wand seemed to merge with his soul. Norin subconsciously waved his wand, and a storm silently appeared in the small wand shop, blowing countless long cabinets into the air. Norlin hurriedly grasped his wand and did not dare to move until the storm gradually subsided. He didn't hesitate any longer and said, "That's it." ”

"Incredibly powerful." Ollivanders muttered, "The wand chooses its master...... There may be counter-examples. Back to normal! He took out his wand and waved it lightly, and the long cabinets in the room flew up and returned to their original positions.

The old gentleman insisted on refusing to accept Norlin's money, claiming that he was simply handing over the wand he had deposited with the right owner. Norlin had no choice but to bow respectfully and leave with Professor McGonagall.

On the way back, Norlin was still looking left and right. I have to say, there are really a lot of little beauties in the wizarding world, no, when I peeked at the girls passing by, a girl holding a book came out of the Blott bookstore in front of me. She had beautiful hair, like a small brown waterfall, and two strands of green silk hung next to her cold cheeks. A pair of big blue eyes are like morning stars on the top of Cangshan Mountain, round and bright, with a small face with delicate facial features, which looks heroic. She walked forward with her head held slightly high, not noticing the eyes of others at all.

When he grows up, he must be a goblin who captivates the city and the country. Norin said secretly, retracting his gaze, immediately attracted by a magic equipment store. On the way, Professor McGonagall reminded him if he wanted to buy an owl, and Norlin remembered to forget about it.

After a few detours, they bought an owl in a pet store that was completely gray and had only dark eyes. Norin shook his head, and said with a somewhat trance-like smile: "I will call you Hualuo in the future!" ”

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise, as if wondering what the name meant. Instead, the owl called softly, rubbing its beak against Nolin's finger affectionately.

It was nearly late evening when they returned to Norin's house. This time they went unnoticed, even ignoring the strange packages Nolin was carrying, as well as a sleeping owl in his arms.

"I'll go first. School is about to start, and there's still a lot going on at school. Here's the ticket to Hogwarts, it's gone. Professor McGonagall handed Norlin a letter to him and Liana as she went out to greet her, and then she spun around, made a "pop" sound, and vanished.

Norlin let out a cooperative "wow", and Liana smiled and said, "Don't worry, little Norlin." You'll learn it in no time. At Hogwarts, everyone starts with the basics. One day, you can be as strong as Professor McGonagall. ”

Norlin nodded without the slightest doubt.