"Aha, you're here!" Flitwick waved excitedly at the two of them, and said, "The last time I came to Diagon Alley was thirty years ago, and time flies so fast, doesn't it, Albus?" ”

"You're right, Felius!" Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Especially when I see our students growing up day by day, I always feel like I'm getting a little old!" ”

"No, no, no, you're only over two hundred years old, and you're still young!" Flitwick stretched out his long, slender fingers and shook them gently.

Enough of you two! Really, it's been less than five minutes since we were separated, so there's nothing to say hello. Weston couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Alright, let's not talk about it yet!" Dumbledore stopped the conversation first, winking mischievously at Weston, "Our little one should be in a hurry, let's go in first!" ”

Hearing this, Weston couldn't help but roll his eyes widely, I'm not here, can you two talk about it for an afternoon?

However, he was very wise not to speak, he was really worried that the two old men, who combined up to almost six hundred, kept talking.

O old man, I can't afford to hurt myself! Weston sighed.

Together, the three of them walked towards the small, shabby-looking shop.

The Ollivanders Wand Shop wasn't as ornate as the others, and it didn't have any colorful exteriors, and even the plaque was just a shabby oak sign with a bit of illegible handwriting.

The only thing that counts as decoration is probably the transparent glass window with a purple wand in it, and a clear line of Latin written on it: Ollivanders, a well-made wand since 382 BC.

If you can't pass Latin, let alone learn magic, you won't even know the store! Weston suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, it seems that it is really providence to cross by himself, he was learning orthodox Latin at the beginning, even better than learning English, isn't this just used.

As long as you learn, it won't be in vain! Weston felt that this was too right.

Once inside, the silence inside and the hustle and bustle outside are two worlds. Especially when the door is closed, you can't hear the outside at all.

Weston looked inside and sighed once again at the magic of magic!

The shop looks more than two meters tall from the outside, but the height from the inside is at least 10 meters! The surrounding walls, the space in between, are lined with shelves that reach up to the ceiling, filled with boxes of all kinds, and in the middle of the shelves are twisted staircases.

Although it looks a little cluttered, for some reason, Weston always feels that there is a certain pattern to the mess here.

Wait, here's ......

Weston subconsciously stopped walking inside, quietly observing the surroundings.

"What's wrong, kid?" Flitwick asked curiously.

"Something strange!" Weston searched for something as he said, "I always feel like I've heard a lot of breathing, but I just don't see anyone!" Could it be that someone is playing a prank? ”

"Breathing?" Dumbledore frowned, "Are you sure?" ”

Weston paused for a moment, then nodded, "I'm pretty sure, and ......"

He gestured to a few shelves: "I still feel like there are people watching here on those shelves!" ”

"Keen and excellent perception! You're excellent, kid! An exclamation came from within, and then a figure paddled up on a ladder.

It was an old man who looked dirty. It was as if the white hair that had not been washed for a long time was flying around, and it looked like a hedgehog, with large age spots on its face. Weston also noticed that he had at least two more stains on his sleeve.

If it weren't for those mysterious and piercing eyes, who would have thought that this was Garrick Ollivander, known as the head of the three legendary wandmakers?!

"Good afternoon and welcome." Ollivander greeted calmly, "Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore, ah, and Mr. Flitwick." ”

"Long time no see, Garrick!" Dumbledore smiled in response, and Flitwick didn't speak, just nodded happily.

"It's been a long time!" Ollivander nodded as he walked in front of the two men, "I thought you wouldn't be here, after all, you don't need it anymore!" ”

"A twelve-and-one-quarter special wand made from a legacy fairy staff, and the other, this is the first wand with a history of more than a thousand years!" Ollivander glanced at Flitwick's wand, and his eyes seemed to be on top of Dumbledore's wand.

"Your memory is still so enviable, Garrick!" Dumbledore smiled and said, "But. We didn't have a lot of time to talk about today, in fact, the main character of the day is this cutie! ”

Dumbledore gently pushed Weston forward.

"Ah, that's right, I should have thought of it!" Ollivander looked at Weston and whispered, "It's not old enough, but you should have needed it sooner, Mr. Weston!" ”

"You know me?" Weston was a little strange at first, and then a little abrupt, "By the way, you should know, there aren't many silent people!" ”

"Of course, there aren't many wanderers in Diagon Alley, right, especially the surviving children!" Ollivander meant something.

All three people present understood that, after all, the notoriety of Tumbledown Alley was among the highest in the entire wizarding world.

"Perhaps, I should give myself a nickname? Rucker? Weston smiled self-deprecatingly.

"No, no, no!" Ollivander shook his head, "Actually, you're very talented, kid!" ”

"You mean ......"

Instead of answering his question immediately, Ollivander uttered his mantra: "You have to know that it is the wand that chooses the wizard!" ”

Then he began to explain.

"Every Ollivanders wand is unique, and as Muggles say, no two leaves are the same. We usually use rare materials such as unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, dragon heartstrings, etc. to make the core of the staff. ”

"Coupled with the superb inheritance and improved technology, it can be said that every Ollivander's wand is extremely sophisticated and powerful."

"Finally, you have to know that a good wand has a soul, and the gasps you hear, the gaze you feel, is precisely because of this!"

Wands have spirits? Why is this going to cultivate immortals? Weston's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized that the plot he seemed to know was actually nothing.

It's a real world! Weston took a deep breath and gathered his little caution away.

"So, now, what should I do?" Weston asked.

"If it were someone else, I'd help him choose, and you," Ollivander whispered, leaning his face a little closer, "just close your eyes and feel its call!" ”

Close your eyes? Feel? Weston's head was full of question marks. After thinking about it, he decided to do it, and when he didn't know anything, it was best to be obedient.

Sure enough, he was right.

When Weston closed his eyes, it didn't take long for him to feel a vague call.

He groped his way in the direction of the call, and finally, stopped in front of a small shelf, and opened his eyes.

The shelf was not a shelf, it looked more like a small table, on which were placed several ivory wand stands, and on the wand stand were three wands tightly placed, and that kind of summoning was from the white wand in the middle.

"Oh? This is ......" Ollivander looked a little surprised, then solemnly walked over to the wand stand, bowed deeply, and then, following Weston's gaze, pinched the wand stand in both hands and brought it to the front.

He gave Weston a deep look, "Pick it up, kid, if it wills!" ”

Weston nodded, and reached out his right hand, gripped the wand in his hand, and held it in his hand.

The wand instantly emitted a black light, covering the white of the wand itself, and the light gradually covered the top of the wand towards Weston's hand, like a stream of water, and finally, on the back of his hand, stopped.

The black light flashed suddenly, and then vanished, and on the back of Weston's originally empty hand, there was a six-pointed star-like pattern, which looked like a tattoo.

"This ...... What's going on? Weston stared blankly.

It wasn't just him, Dumbledore and Flitwick were stunned.

Ollivander glanced at him and said calmly: "It's nothing, it's just that it recognizes you, you don't have to ask me about the rest, I won't tell you, I'm sorry!" ”

Dumbledore stared at Ollivander for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Can't you really say anything, Ollivander?" You know, even if you don't tell me, I'll ask Nicol! ”

"Trust me, Nicol won't tell you either! Moreover, although he is a master alchemist, he still has a lot to learn in the field of wands! Ollivander said proudly.

"Okay!" Dumbledore didn't ask any further.

"Then Chenghui, one hundred and thirty-five Galleons!"

“......”