Indomitable, the host tried the wand hundreds of times, just to find the one that belongs to him.

Congratulations on triggering the Bonus Mission: A Unique Wand.

The host can find all of the following items to craft a powerful wand of their own.

Materials Required: Unicorn hair (0/1), holly wood twigs (0/1), fresh blood of the host (0/1).

Note: The raw materials of the wand are demanding, please prepare the materials according to the system instructions to create the wand.

After being prompted, a white booklet appears in the inventory.

Joel clicked with his mind, and a lot of information poured into his brain.

To the other three people in the wand shop, Joel seemed to be in a daze, the wand in his hand motionless, not even blinking his eyes.

"Joel, Joel?" Haylis called softly.

Joel suddenly came back to his senses, there was so much information that had just poured into his brain that he was a little distracted.

He lowered his wand, "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander, I don't think there's a better wand for me, I think I'd better go back and figure out how to fix the one before." ”

Ollivander sighed, "I can provide Mr. Taylor with the necessary help if needed. ”

"By the way," Jolton paused, "I remember when you came here last year and said I looked a lot like my mother?" ”

"Is there one?" Ollivander was a little suspicious, "I don't remember saying that, I don't even know your mother's name. ”

"Let's take our leave, Mr. Ollivander." The empathetic Haylis knew that she was not suitable to listen to what was below, so she quickly took her brother Bernie's hand and pushed open the door of the wand shop and walked out, "Joel, see you at Hogwarts!" ”

As the Selwyns left the wand shop, Joel looked back.

"My mother's name is Charlotte Taylor, do you still remember that?" This is the name that Joel asked the director of Woo's Orphanage, Feynman, to investigate with the Social Security Advisory Committee.

Ollivander frowned, pulled out a thick notebook from a drawer under the counter, and flipped it to the middle.

Is there really a small book?

Ollivanders' wand swiped over the notebook, and the slightly yellowed pages of the notebook flipped quickly, reaching the end in an instant, "There is no such person." ”

"What about Mawson Taylor?" Joel still doesn't give up.

Ollivander snapped the notebook shut, "The owner of every wand I've sold has left its name in this notebook, and unfortunately there aren't those two names you mentioned, Mr. Taylor. ”

Joel had planned to use Ollivanders' hand to find out about his parents, but he was disappointed.

Were his parents really ordinary Muggles who died in a car accident?

But what is Dean Feynman's memory?

The truth was confusing, as if a fog surrounded it.

Joel always felt that the life experience of the original owner of the body was not so simple.

He said goodbye to Ollivander with a heart full of preoccupations, and went to the Lady Morkin's robes store.

Alan and Eddie were already sitting in the store, "Where have you been?" Alan saw that he had come here in a hurry, and there were many beads of sweat on his forehead.

"I'll go to the Ollivanders wand shop to see if there are any wand care tools." Joel's face was natural.

Alan saw that he was empty-handed, apparently not having bought it, and he secretly wondered if he was going to give Joel a wand care set this Christmas.

The last witch left the shop with a large bag and a small bag, and now there were only a few of them left.

"Come on my dear," Lady Morkin said in a purple robe, with a smile on her chubby face all the time, "is it right to order Hogwarts robes?" ”

"That's right, please take five new sets of standard robes, your body is growing too fast." Joel and the three of them each asked for five sets, and having enough changes of clothes could save a lot of laundry time and do a lot of things.

"Now is the time to grow your body, and it will be much better in two years after your body is finalized." After hearing the needs of the three of them, the smile on Mrs. Morkin's face became even more obvious, it was another big business.

Mrs. Morkin led them to the back of the shop, where there was a row of footstools and fitting mirrors, and at her arrangement, Joel and the three of them stood on the footstool and let Mrs. Morkin put a robe on them, and then the pins began to measure themselves while she recorded the data.

The wind chimes rang at the door of the shop, and Mrs. Morkin stopped what she was doing to greet the guests.

It was a pale and emaciated little boy, with pale blonde hair carefully groomed with mud, and an arrogant and indifferent expression, resembling Sergei.

"Five robes, ma'am." The boy said.

Mrs. Morkin hurriedly led him to the back of the shop, and the boy frowned imperceptibly at the sight of Joel and Eddie.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly as his gaze shifted to Alan.

"How long has it been since we've seen each other, Bot?" The boy took the initiative to talk to Alan.

"It's been more than a year, right?" Alan replied softly, "I don't remember either." ”

Eddie's gaze wandered between the boy and Alan, who clearly knew each other.

Joel felt that the boy's identity was already on the horizon, Draco Malfoy.

During his time at school, he was extremely keen to find trouble with his nemesis, Harry Potter, and devoted all his attention to this "Scarhead" more than to his girlfriend.

"Are the two of them your classmates?" Malfoy glanced at Joel and Eddie's faces, apparently not paying attention to their two faces, and then moved his gaze down slightly, resting on Eddie's broomstick.

"It's my roommate."

"Broomsticks?" Malfoy was interested, "What model?" ”

At this moment someone pushed open the door of the shop and walked in, and Mrs. Morkin hurriedly greeted him.

"I've always wanted my dad to buy me a new Halo 2000, and I've heard it's very good," Eddie ignored Malfoy, leaving him there to mumble to himself, "but even if I bought a broomstick, I couldn't bring it to school, and I really couldn't understand why a first-year Hogwarts student couldn't have his own broomstick." ”

"Have you ever beaten Quidditch?" Malfoy set his eyes on the child who had just walked through the door.

Turquoise eyes, jet-black hair tossed around, thin and short, round-rimmed glasses wrapped in a lot of scotch tape, as if he was short of money for a pair of glasses.

Harry Potter.

Malfoy's sudden question stunned Harry for a second, his mind thinking about what Quidditch was, and he replied, "...... No. ”

"I've played," Malfoy seemed smug at this, "and my dad said it would be a shame if I didn't make it to the House Quidditch team." ”