"Do you want to be in Diagon Alley next? There are always times when it is inconvenient for you to buy things alone. After making an appointment to study together over the summer, Hermione offered to extend an invitation to Love, thinking that they could go and buy other necessities before returning to the bookstore to buy books.

"I'm not alone, I met a very kind uncle who is the hunting ground caretaker at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Love looked out the window and saw that Hagrid had come to the window of the bookstore with two large ice creams, and a smile appeared on Hagrid's face.

"What a coincidence, he's here." Love waved at Hagrid and walked briskly out of the Blotted bookstore.

Hagrid's first impression on Hermione wasn't good, her instinctively fearful of his massive frame and beard like the old Norse gods, but after seeing the two gigantic ice creams and the earthy smile on his face, Hermione decided that the giant wasn't a bad guy.

"Looks like you've made friends." Hagrid shoved a three-ball ice cream the length of Love's half a forearm into his hand and said with a smile.

"Thank you......" Love pulled out a small spoon from the top ice cream ball, scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, and said as he ate, "Yes, she is my classmate, and we have made an appointment to prepare for homework together during the summer vacation." ”

The fine milky aroma burst in his mouth, making him squint his eyes in satisfaction.

"Preview your homework!" Hagrid heard the shocking remarks, "You're actually going to do your homework during the summer vacation before school starts?!" ”

For Hagrid, this is even more puzzling than the sun coming out of the west, because when the summer vacation comes, the summer homework will also be with you, tormenting the students on vacation, and only the summer vacation before school can escape this curse.

And now there are people who want to study spontaneously during the summer vacation? Hagrid couldn't understand and was shocked.

"Now I think there's a good chance you're going to Ravenclaw." Hagrid muttered.

At this time, Hermione also came to the outside of the bookstore with her father, staring at Hagrid with curiosity.

"First time I've seen someone as tall as me?" Hagrid was used to being stared at by strangers, so he could take Hermione's gaze in stride. Hermione, however, was a little embarrassed by him: staring at someone was not polite.

Hagrid didn't care about that at all, he cared more about his ice cream, the better and purer the ingredients, the faster it melted, and the one in Hagrid's hand was already showing signs of melting, so he opened his mouth, took a big bite of chocolate chip praline, and then checked Love's shopping list.

"You'll need to buy a school uniform and a wand next," he said vaguely, as if frozen to the teeth by the ice cream, "Let's go to Ollivanders and buy wands first, only the Ollivanders family sells wands in Diagon Alley, and you can definitely buy the best wand for you there." ”

On the way to Ollivander's wand shop, Love had been taking small bites of his ice cream, and with each bite, he would show a look of great satisfaction, and Hermione was a little hungry.

"Would you like to taste some? The ingredients used in this ice cream are very honest. Love handed Hermione his ice cream. He didn't have any extra thoughts, he just felt that this ice cream was too big, and if he left himself alone, he was afraid that it would not be good for his stomach.

"Really?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Hermione carefully pulled a spoon from the bottom of the ice cream ball, scooped a spoonful of ice cream, and put it in her mouth to savor.

The ball at the bottom was yogurt-flavored, and the cold ice cream melted into a small pool of white liquid in the girl's warm mouth, which flowed deep into her throat under the plucking of her dexterous tongue, and at the same time brought the sour and sweet tastes to all corners of her mouth, like a bomb exploded in Hermione's mouth.

Hermione admits that the ice cream was really delicious.

The two of them shared the big ice cream one by one, and by the time they reached the wand shop, the ice cream had already been eaten by the two of them.

Located at the end of Diagon Alley, the Ollivanders Wand Shop is small, broken, and even the gold letters on the sign have peeled off, but as long as Mr. Garrick Ollivander, one of Europe's top wand makers, is still working inside, it is the best wand shop in the world.

"In 382 B.C., a wand was made well...... Oh my God, this wand shop is over 2,300 years old! Hermione exclaimed as she saw the words on the sign. All of a sudden, this humble shop seems to be shrouded in divine light, and the weight of time and history comes to the face.

"Hehe, it is said that the original Ollivanders family arrived in England with the Romans, and then set up a small stall here to make wands for ancient English wizards." Seeing that Hermione was so obsessed, Hagrid gave her a science about the history of the Ollivander family.

Hermione and Love frowned at the same time.

"Who told you about this rumor?" Love wants to know the source of the message, confirming its authenticity.

"The owner of the Florin Ice Cream Parlor, he's an interesting old man who knows a lot about the history of the Lesser People's Republic of China, and his ancestors were the Headmasters of Hogwarts!"

"But the Romans only began to conquer Britannia in 43 A.D., and in 382 B.C., when Rome didn't even take Carthage!" Hermione debunked the holes in the story.

"Britain at that time was dominated by Celts." Love added on the side.

Seeing that Love had completely followed his train of thought, Hermione's eyes also flashed with a hint of relief, and her eyes were shining brightly, as if there was a star shining: sure enough, his knowledge reserve was also very rich!

Hagrid:......

It's annoying to chat with top students! It was the first time Hagrid had ever seen such a scene in his age.

"But even from 43 A.D., this wand shop is nearly two thousand years old, not to mention the gentleman who made us wands now, isn't it? I believe he's the best wand maker out there, because things spiral! "Love also began to gild the Ollivanders wand shop - how can there be a reason to expose people's shortcomings in front of people's shops, and do you want to buy wands?!

That's a good saying: there are some things that you can't talk about, even if they're true.

"Spiraling ......" Hermione munched on the unfamiliar word, thoughtful.

"Thank you for your compliment, it's really too much, I just stood on the shoulders of the ancestors of the past generations." A soft voice rang out behind Hagrid, startling everyone.

Hagrid shifted a little, and Love saw the bright-eyed old man behind him.

"Huh? Mr. Ollivander, how did you come out? Hagrid recognized the old man and said with some surprise.

"I'm not trapped in the ground, and I occasionally leave my shop." Mr. Ollivander complained helplessly. On weekdays, he lives in seclusion, and basically does not go out except for buying food and materials for making sticks, which does give people the illusion that he will not step out of the store for half a step.

"Come in with me." He reached out and made a gesture of please, leading the three into the wand shop.

The interior of the Ollivanders Wand Store is not very large, and there is nothing but a bench. Behind the counter, there were thousands of narrow cardboard boxes almost to the ceiling, all filled with wands made by Mr. Ollivanders. Perhaps because of these wands, after stepping inside, Love felt an atmosphere of tranquility and sacredness, like stepping into a dimly lit church.

Mr. Ollivander's aura also changed a little when he returned to his home stadium, and he discussed with Hagrid very briskly the wand he had sold to Hagrid back then, and after all these years, he still remembered it vividly.

"It's a shame they broke it when they fired you, and that's a good wand." Mr. Ollivander glanced at Hagrid, who subconsciously clenched the handle of the pink umbrella he was carrying.

Hermione's eyes widened: Hagrid was actually expelled from Hogwarts? Seems to have an inside story that you don't know?

Without waiting for her to think about it, Mr. Ollivander walked up to her, took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, and asked her, "Miss Granger, which arm do you usually prefer?"

"I'm used to using my right hand." Hermione replied.

"Okay, put your arms up." Mr. Ollivander manipulated the tape measure and measured Hermione's body measurements, first from shoulders to fingertips, then wrists to elbows, and shoulder height, leg length, and head circumference. He used a magic tape measure, which could be operated automatically, which saved a lot of effort and allowed the old gentleman to have extra energy to chat with Hermione.

"The wand's core is its essence, so it's necessary to use super magical substances like unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves. Every Ollivanders wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Wizards pick wands, and wands choose wizards, and if you use another wizard's wand, you won't be as good as your own. ”

Love was right, Garrick Ollivander was indeed the most prominent wandmaker in their family. His greatest strength lies in the development of a set of standards for wand making, forming a standardized process. Before he took over the family business, wizards used a variety of rod cores. A customer will often hand over to the wandmaker a magical substance that they prefer, inherited from their ancestors, or trusted by the family, but Mr. Ollivanders is a purist and believes that the best wand core will never be the beard of a cat's beloved cat or the white fresh twig that saves him from poisoning, but the material produced by powerful magical animals such as unicorns, dragons, and phoenixes. That's probably why his wands have always been better than any other.

"According to you, wands have a personality of their own, right?" Love interjected and asked.

"Of course!" Mr. Ollivander nodded: "The characteristics of a wand depend on the unique trees and the magical creatures it is made of, and besides, each wand begins to learn and teach its human companions from the moment it chooses its ideal master. Wandology is a lifelong study that I continue to study until now. ”

As we talked, the tape measure slipped to the ground and rolled into a ball, ending the measurement. Mr. Ollivander shuttled from shelf to shelf, sifting out a few boxes based on the measurements.

"Alright, Miss Granger, try this one—nine inches long and very resilient from willow and dragon nerves.

Hermione had just taken the wand before it was snatched away by Mr. Ollivander in less than a second.

"It's not good, try this one, acacia wood and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, good elasticity - no, that nine-inch maple wood with phoenix feathers......"

Hermione took wand after wand from Mr. Ollivanders, but none of them were very satisfying to him. Combined, Hermione had tried a dozen wands, but Mr. Ollivander didn't look impatient, on the contrary, he seemed to be getting happier and happier.

"A fussy guest! It doesn't matter, please come with me. He asked Hermione to go with him to a small room on the side of the store.

"I've kept some wands here that are rare in wand materials—" Before he could finish speaking, a strange movement interrupted him.

A box suddenly burst out of a box with colorful sparks like fireworks.

"Aha! Try this – vine wood, dragon nerves, nine and three-quarters inches, a magic number! Mr. Ollivander stepped forward, took a box, and handed Hermione the wand inside.

Hermione took the wand, and the next moment the two of them actually heard pleasant music in their ears.

"Good!" Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands, "Congratulations, Miss Granger, you've got your wand!" Grapevine wands are less common, and their owners are always wizards and wizards with greater ambitions, those who are more than ordinary people and often surprise those who think they know best, and this kind of wand can cast a magical effect the moment the right owner enters the entrance of the room, as you have just seen. ”

Hermione clenched her wand in delight.

Mr. Ollivander wrapped her wand in brown paper and put it in the box. She excitedly came to her father with her own wand, and whispered excitedly to him about the details of her wand.

Once Hermione had found her wand, it was Love's turn.

Like Hermione, he was a "picky" customer, and the wand boxes he had tried on the side of the counter were piled up in a small mountain, and Love still couldn't find his wand.

Faced with this situation, Mr. Ollivander touched his chin and suddenly thought of something. He raced to the edge of the shelf and pulled out a box from there.

"I should have thought of this," he said, glancing at Hermione, who was standing in the corner and secretly observing the situation, "Dragon's nerves, laurel, thirteen inches." ”

When Love held the wand, he knew it was his own.

The feeling of a heart-to-heart union was very subtle, and the wand shimmered with a silvery white light in response to Love.

"Oh, great, great, oops...... It's amazing, it's amazing......" Mr. Ollivander let out a series of exclamations.

Love blinked, wondering where the wonder was.

"I remember every wand I sell, Mr. Moen. I've said before that every Ollivanders wand is unique because no two magical creatures are exactly the same, but that's not accurate, because a phoenix or fire dragon can make more than one wand from the materials on it. The nerves of the same dragon, one made your wand, the other made another wand. Mr. Ollivanders' hand pointed toward Hermione.

"Your wands are twin wands."