After saying goodbye to the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore took Carl to Madame Morkin's robes shop, where the stocky witch was already standing at the door with a big smile waiting for the two to arrive, and then went to the Blotted Bookstore, where he was greeted by the clerk to buy the textbooks he needed.

The Britain's bookstore is the largest wizarding bookstore in the UK, and it is responsible for the sale of textbooks every year, and Carl will buy textbooks here every year - which reminds Carl of the bookstore that everyone knew about in his previous life.

It was here that Karl finally understood what knowledge meant and why gold coins allowed him to buy second-hand books.

Like a waterfall, gold coins flowed out of the Gringotts bag and piled up on the cash register of the Blotted Bookstore, where they were automatically stacked on top of each other to form a small hill with the blessing of magic.

"Don't you have second-hand textbooks?" After leaving the Blotte bookstore, Carl couldn't help but complain. "Didn't the gold coin say that there are second-hand textbooks?"

Dumbledore told Carl that it was not advisable to buy second-hand textbooks and magical materials if they were not necessary.

"You never know what the previous owners of those books did with the books, and most of them were good kids, but promise that they don't leave some kind jokes or make some stupid mistakes. Moreover, these books are sometimes subject to revision to ensure that they conform to the new curriculum of the Ministry of Magic. ”

This left Carl speechless. He remembered the bear children he had met in his previous life, tearing off the pages, scribbling, and using them to make drafts.

Sure enough, even the wizarding world can't solve the bear child's pretentious heart?

Then came the Patch Cauldron Shop, where they bought a silver pot, a scale, and a brass telescope.

After buying ink and paper from the Diagon Alley stationery store, the sun quietly tilted to the west.

Dumbledore took Carl to a place called Florin Fosco Ice Cream Shop for a while, and the amiable owner gave each of them a box of ice cream.

Dumbledore accepted with a smile.

It was the only giveaway Dumbledore had received along the way, and Carl couldn't help but glance at the unremarkable-looking shopkeeper.

"Now that's all that's left for your wand." Dumbledore ate ice cream, took out the gold watch from his bosom, looked at the time, stroked it for a while, and said, "Time is right, I think we can do this now." ”

A magic wand.

Carl couldn't help but be fascinated.

The Wand Shop doesn't have a tall storefront, and even the gold sign on the door has been peeled off. But the line on the sign was enough to attract enough customers for him.

"Ollivander: A well-made wand since 382 BC."

Dumbledore praised the owner of the shop, telling Carl that it was home to one of the best wand masters in England and one of the three great wand masters in Europe, and that young wizards from all over England would buy wands here.

The two walked into the shop, and with a clanging sound coming from the back of the shop, Carl was led by Dumbledore to sit on the only bench in the store.

The space in the store is very small, similar to the bookstore just now, with thousands of narrow cardboard boxes crammed into the shelves that reach to the ceiling.

These cartons are new or old, and most of them are covered with dust and lack the careful care of their owners.

As a result, the entire store looks even more dilapidated, looking like it is going to close down at any time.

This is the best shop in the UK, the best in Europe, the three best wand masters? Not even a clerk, and after seeing the hospitality of the other stores, Carl muttered to himself.

But the thought that this man had a monopoly on wand trading throughout Britain made Carl relieved.

It's like a certain monopoly group in a previous life.

What's wrong with poor service? No matter how bad it is, you have to buy it.

Anyway, whether you invite someone or not will not affect sales, so it is better not to invite someone to reduce costs.

"Good afternoon." With the click of leather shoes hitting the ground, an old man opened the curtain and walked over. He seemed to be working just now, with a normal scarf tied to him.

"Good afternoon, Ollivanders." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore." Ollivander said hello again, "I heard them say you're coming to Diagon Alley this morning, and that's a rarity!" From a few decades ago, I think at least fifty years? Ever since you got promoted, you haven't taken the little wizard to Diagon Alley again. ”

"Almost. At that time, I could still sit at the Leaky Cauldron and drink a glass of mead. Dumbledore sighed, "I'm only here to cause trouble for others." ”

Ollivanders' gaze never left Carl, his large, light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop: "It's not to cause trouble to others. Did you know that to others, you are much rarer than the animals in the Wonder Circus? ”

He seemed unhappy with the commotion Dumbledore had caused in the morning: "A few guests, hearing that you were coming, all went out to see you. My work schedule has been disrupted! ”

"I know, so let's see." Dumbledore gently pushed Carl in front of the old man and changed the subject.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Carl heard a hint of nervousness in Dumbledore's voice.

"It's fun, it's fun." Ollivander didn't take Dumbledore's words, but looked at Carl's whole body.

He circled around Carl, pinching Carl's arms and back from time to time, muttering words in his mouth.

"Why is it so late?"

"Carl Jr. had a car accident not long ago, and that's when he broke out in a magical riot." Dumbledore seemed to be explaining, and seemed to be speaking to Carl.

Ollivander looked up: "Dumbledore, are you sure ······"

His face was a little puzzled, but he quickly shut up as Dumbledore watched.

"I don't know if there's a wand that suits him, he's been suppressed for too long, and that in itself can easily lead to tragedy."

"I know." Dumbledore lowered his gaze and said in a low voice, "I know. But at least it's too late, isn't it? ”

Ollivander walked up to Carl and got closer, Carl held his breath, he could even see himself in those cloudy eyes.

There seemed to be an unspeakable mystery in the air, and Carl felt an invisible pressure pressing on his shoulders, making him can't help but straighten his back even harder.

He stared at him, not blinking.

It didn't take long for Karl's forehead to glow with oil. The sculpture-like Ollivander suddenly straightened up and looked at Dumbledore: "Talented, isn't it?" ”

Before Dumbledore could reply, Ollivander had already pulled out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket: "Which arm do you want to use to make the wand?" ”

Karl breathed a long sigh of relief, he didn't understand what he had just experienced, but he vaguely felt that he seemed to have passed some test: "Right hand." ”

"Put your arms up, okay." He began to measure Karl, first 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 circumference.

"Is that the amount here?" Looking at Ollivanders' movements like an ordinary tailor, and remembering the flexible and automatic rulers he had seen in Madame Morkin's robe shop before, Carl couldn't help but say, "I thought it would, uh, more magical." ”

Ollivander couldn't help but glare at Karl, and then continued to concentrate on his work: "What do you think a wand is?" ”

"Uh, the wizard's tools for magic?"

"No, the wand is a mystery. The wizard before the wand was nothing more than a magical creature that spoke to people, it was the wand that made the wizard a wizard, and the child remembered the phrase, it was not the wizard who chose the wand, but the wand who chose the wizard. ”

He glanced at Dumbledore, "Of course, there are wizards who don't think so, and they insist that wands are just tools, just like humans use fire. ”

Dumbledore raised his hands, "I don't think so, Ollivander. ”

"Maybe." The old man snorted and lowered his gaze.

"Each Ollivanders wand uses a unique unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, or dragon nerves." Ollivander let go of his hand and walked to the shelves, but the tape measures didn't fall, but continued to work, quickly measuring Carl's face.

"This requires me to measure it with my own hands, and it's a ritual to find something as unique as you are."

"Alright." He whispered, and the tape measure fell to the ground and curled up in a ball.

"Then try this one, poplar wood, phoenix tail feathers, seven and a half inches. It has a power that is strong enough to be relied upon by those wizards who are honest and upright. ”

Carl took the wand, and he could feel a warm current flow from his grip down his arm to his heart.

Ollivander snatched the wand: "Well, it doesn't look so appropriate. He thought about it for a moment and went looking for another one.

The wand has a metal handle with some marks engraved on the metal ring of the handle near the shaft. The wand itself resembles a twisted branch, hollowed out in the middle, and the tangled branches gradually shrink to the top to form a pointed head.

"Ebony, phoenix tail feathers, 15 inches long. It's a wonderful pairing, especially for those who can ignore external pressures and stick to their beliefs, and it will make his owner travel light, right, Dundondon? ”

Dumbledore didn't reply, just smiled and nodded.

Carl took the wand, the wand was very light, the center of gravity sank to the bottom, and with a flick of it, a rainbow flew out from the tip of the wand.

"It's beautiful." Ollivander was expressionless, Carl suspected that this might just be a polite remark, he reached out and took the wand, "It's good for you, but there's no doubt that it's not the best." ”

Carl tried one after another, and the best of them was a holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, and an eleven-inch wand.

When Ollivander pulled out the wand, Dumbledore stood up. However, after staring at Ollivander for a while, he finally sat back in place.