"That's it, Weston!" Dumbledore suddenly looked up at Weston, "You do what you want first!" In the end, it's up to you how far you go! ”

"No problem!" Weston nodded, he was quite confident in his research and willing to take some time to prove that he was right.

Think about it, a few years later, whether it is "Hogwarts: A School History" or "A History of Magic", whenever his name is mentioned, there is an introduction: the founder and guide of modern magic quantification. What a feeling!

Thinking of this, Weston felt that the blood in his body was already boiling.

Before that happens, though, there's something to prepare.

Thinking of this, Weston turned to Dumbledore, "Professor, I need to go to Diagon Alley!" ”

"Going at this time?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "Is there something going on?" ”

"Yes, it's just some materials!" Weston nodded, "Again, it's something to find Mr. Ollivanders." ”

"It's not going to ask about your wand, is it?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Weston smiled wryly and shook his head, "Don't make fun of me, Professor!" You know Mr. Ollivander won't say it! ”

"Hehe, it looks like you asked!" Dumbledore teased.

Weston nodded a little depressedly.

"Don't worry!" Dumbledore comforted, intentionally or unintentionally, "I've been helping you find out, and I'll let you know when there's a result!" ”

"Thank you!" Weston nodded slightly, "Then it's settled!" Tomorrow, I'm going to Diagon Alley! ”

"Yes, if there is anything you need my help with, you must tell me!" Dumbledore said so.

Weston nodded, got up and left.

Early the next morning, Weston arrived at Diagon Alley, and after buying a few things, he went straight to Ollivander's wand shop.

"Long time no see, Mr. Delacour!" When Ollivander saw Weston walk in, he subconsciously said hello.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander!" Weston bowed slightly, smiled and said hello.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to be at Hogwarts right now, not Diagon Alley! Is there something going on? Ollivander looked at Weston suspiciously.

Weston nodded: "There is something I want to trouble you!" ”

"If I had asked you about your wand, I wouldn't have said anything! I've already said that! Ollivander thought that Weston had come to ask about his wand, and subconsciously refused.

Although Weston didn't hold out any hope, he was still a little disappointed when he heard this, and nodded: "I understand!" I won't force you to do anything bad! ”

"Actually, I'm here for another purpose!"

"Oh? Tell me about it? Ollivander asked nondeniably.

"I want to customize some gadgets!" Weston smiled and spoke.

Ollivander was stunned for a moment, then a little annoyed, took a deep breath, and his voice became a little cold: "Mr. Delacour, I think I need to remind you that this is a wand shop, not an alchemy workshop!" ”

"Naturally, I understand!" Weston nodded, smiling, "What if all I want to customize is a wand?" ”

"Then you should go to Grigovich, he is there to provide a custom service for wands, the Ollivander family does not have this habit!" Ollivander still didn't agree.

Well, this old man's temper is really not small! Weston was a little helpless, but he didn't give up immediately, but tried to persuade: "Mr. Ollivanders, I don't mean to offend, it's just that anyone knows that your wand-making skills are the best!" ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Ollivander subconsciously showed a hint of pride.

"Actually, the wand I wanted to customize wasn't for spellcasting!" Weston said hurriedly.

"Then you should go to Jokowi's joke shop!"

Damn, my little grumpy! Weston was a little impatient by Ollivander and opened his mouth directly: "Are you sure you don't want to do it, right?" ”

"Sorry! Ollivander has the pride of Ollivanders! "Every Ollivander knows that wand-making isn't for fun!" ”

"Good!" Weston nodded, his face cold, "I'm waiting for the day when you'll regret it, Mr. Ollivander!" ”

"Walk slowly, don't send it!" Ollivander simply closed his eyes, indicating that he didn't want to talk to Weston.

Weston gave Ollivanders a deep look, then walked out of the Ollivander wand shop without looking back.

If you don't do it, you won't do it, the master still has to ask you what! Weston thought with some annoyance.

It doesn't matter, Ollivander is just one of the three major wandmakers in Europe, except for him, Weston doesn't believe it, and other wandmakers are so stubborn!

Coming out of the Ollivanders shop, Weston didn't go back to school as soon as possible, but came to the Leaky Cauldron.

After borrowing an owl from the owner, Tom, and writing a letter to Dumbledore, Weston stayed at the Leaky Cauldron.

Dumbledore quickly replied, and Weston opened it, smiled happily, and waited at the Leaky Cauldron, not leaving immediately.

In the evening, Weston had just finished eating the bacon sandwich that Tom had brought him, when there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, a middle-aged white-haired man with very sloppy clothes and sharp eyes appeared in front of Weston.

"You're Weston Delacour?" The man looked Weston up and down, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Yes, you should be Mr. Grigovich!" Weston smiled brightly.

Grigovich nodded, hesitated, and said, "Dumbledore said, you have something to look for me?" ”

"Yes!" Weston nodded and stepped out of the way, "Let's go first!" ”

Grigovich nodded, walked into Weston's room in silence, and sat down without Weston speaking, finding a random chair.

Weston didn't care, closed the door casually, walked to the bedside, and sat down.

"There's something to say, I'll have something to do in a while!" Grigovich said bluntly.

"Okay, then you're welcome!" Weston nodded, "I'd like to customize a batch of wands!" ”

"Yes! Do I need to sign a secrecy spell if I bring my own materials? Grigovich nodded casually, looking very skilled.

"I don't have the material! It's good that you come out with the materials yourself, and I can pay for the materials with gold gallons! Weston looked at him deeply, and said.

"Yes, there's nothing else, I'm leaving!" Grigovich nodded, got up and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Weston hurriedly said, "I guess custom wands aren't meant to cast spells!" ”

"Wands don't use to cast spells?" Grigovich glanced at him, "I'm not going to do any joke wand!" ”

"I know! I want to order a special wand! Depending on the strength of the person's magic, you can emit different lights! Weston said.

"Oh?" Grigovich was interested, "This is the first time I've heard of it!" If you don't mind, talk to me? ”

"Yes!" Weston nodded, and began to explain to Grigovich in detail......