Outside the walls of Hogwarts Castle, on the turquoise meadows, teachers and students looked up into the air. At the sight of Kevin, riding on a broomstick, hovering over everyone's heads.

"Whew!"

The afterimage streaked by, and they turned their heads.

"It's so fast. ”

"The broom equipped in the school should not be able to reach this speed normally, right?"

"Indeed, it's almost overdone. ”

"Look, it's going to crash!"

Seeing Kevin rushing headlong towards the fence with no sign of diversion, the students were momentarily silenced, and their eyes widened.

"Let go, Kevin!" the teacher hurriedly shouted.

"Smack!"

The broom slammed into the wall, and the next second it lost power, and the tail bamboo branches were already scattered. Fortunately, in the moment before the collision, Kevin flew away in time, and at this time he was far away in mid-air.

With a sigh, he leaned down, grabbing the falling broomstick in his hand before it touched the ground. Amid the exclamations of his classmates, he came to the teacher and handed over the broom with his head down: "I'm sorry, it's broken, I'll pay for it." The words were full of loss.

"It's fine, maybe there's something wrong with it. The teacher reassured, and then looked at the broken broom in his hand with confusion.

"It's of good quality, you don't have to worry. Patting the teacher in front of him on the shoulder, when the other party turned his head to look over, McGonagall, who came here at some point, said lightly, "Just report the loss, and the school will pay for it." ”

"Headmaster. Seeing McGonagall look over, Kevin said.

"I'll borrow Kevin from you. McGonagall nodded, and turned to look at the teacher beside her, "After the matter is done, I believe that there will be no similar thing in the next flying lesson." ”

"Okay, then you're up for grabs. As the words fell, Kevin watched as McGonagall walked away, and as the students discussed the scene, the teacher turned his head, "Be quiet, let's get on with the lesson." ”

......

"Say anything. Along the way, seeing that Kevin tried to open his mouth several times, but finally struggled to hold back, McGonagall explained for him.

Hearing this, Kevin let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked, "Lady McGonagall, do you have to learn to ride a broomstick?"

"You have a point, but like wands and other magical items, brooms require a certain amount of self-control. McGonagall gave a hint.

"You mean that to others, a broom is a flying tool. But for me, it's more like a tool to exercise my control. Kevin tried to understand McGonagall's thoughts.

"So you have to keep going to class. Glancing approvingly at Kevin, McGonagall turned back and hurried, "Unfortunately, I expected you to have the same talent for Quidditch as Harry. ”

Harry...... Ms. McGonagall, I have one more question. Muttering, Kevin asked.

"We're almost there, so let's talk about any questions before we do that. McGonagall slowed down.

"The last time I used the meditation basin, I've been thinking about the memories of the lakeside since then...... Anything else?" Kevin said tentatively, his words full of hope.

"If there was a spell at that time that would replay the remnants of the past. To McGonagall's surprise, she expected Kevin to ask what he was doing, but after a little thought, she quickly came up with a hypothesis.

"You're saying that no similar magic has been developed at the time?" Before McGonagall could respond, Kevin's face suddenly darkened, he was not the kind of person used to escapism, and said in a low tone, "That's right, otherwise I would have known who I was." ”

"You're brave, relative to most people. I wonder if the Sorting Hat had thought more about morality, maybe it would have been possible to get you into Gryffindor. At the end of the day, though, it will respect your intentions. Arriving at a door, McGonagall turned and crouched down in front of Kevin, and said softly, unusually, "Remember, Kevin, remember that." It doesn't matter where you come from, it's only by making choices that you can really decide who you are. ”

"Hmm. At this age, even if he is a little more mature than his peers, Kevin is still just a child, and nodded as if he didn't understand. However, he was smart, and after listening to McGonagall's teachings, he had a somewhat vague feeling in his heart, and he was no longer too eager for his own origins.

"Go in, someone is waiting for you. Seeing Kevin think for a moment and look at herself, McGonagall knew that the kid in front of her had listened to it, and pointed to a door behind her.

"Well, thank you, Ms. McGonagall. Sensing that his heart was much lighter, Kevin thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

After saying goodbye, he glanced at McGonagall, who had reflexively left, and Kevin pushed open the door in front of him.

"Oh, is that Kevin? Kevin Adams?" a curious inquiry came from inside the room as a crack in the door was opened.

At the door, a gray-haired old man greeted him, full of excitement and reached out to hold Kevin's hand, and then turned around and pulled the latter into the room.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ollivanders and I'm a wandmaker. The old man walked over to the table and opened the suitcase he had brought with him, which was filled with wands of all kinds.

"I've read about your family in the book, and the history of the Ollivanders Wand Shop can be traced back to BC. Kevin exclaimed.

"That's right, you haven't been to Diagon Alley, have you? Ollivander rubbed his hands together, his silver-white eyes glowing.

"If I'm going to buy a wand, I'll go to Diagon Alley myself, you don't have to come yourself. Glancing at the wand in the box, Kevin wondered.

"It's okay, now the store is handed over to my juniors to take care of, and it doesn't matter. Ollivander waved his hand, "It's just that the family hasn't sold wands to the ancestral bloodline for hundreds of years, so if the opportunity is rare, I'll come directly." Pick one, I've carefully screened it. He reached for the suitcase with one hand.

"But...... I don't have any money right now. Kevin was a little embarrassed to speak.

"It doesn't matter, Christine prepaid when she helped you buy school supplies. Ollivander said something Kevin hadn't expected, "Take your pick, and give them a chance to choose you." ”

As the words fell, Kevin smiled, and he felt the warmth that suddenly appeared, and he said happily, "Okay." So he took out a dark brown wand with a purple wavy texture.

"Good luck, most of the Haven Claw students use walnut wands. Walnut, for the intelligent. The core of this wand is the heart tendon of the Norwegian spiny dragon, which helps to increase the power of the spell. Overall, it can help you cast complex and powerful magic. ”

Ollivander introduced, saw Kevin's eyes light up, and encouraged, "Wave it." ”

"Boom!"

Kevin did as he was told, and the moment he swung his wand, a fiery fireball as large as a human head burst out from the top, smashing into the opposite wall, leaving a scorched black.

"Put it down, kid, put it down. Needless to say, Kevin had already thrown it back into the box, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief, "The aggressive character of the Spinal Dragon has been stimulated by you. This one doesn't work, it's too easy for you to get out of control. ”

"Well, I'll pick one. Well...... Try this?" Picking through the box, Ollivander found a pale wand with a straight texture of dry yellow.

"What kind of material is this?" Kevin didn't dare to try it at random, he had to find out the situation before taking it.

"This is the one that fits your blood the most in existence. The cedar wand has a long lifespan and is suitable for those who live a long life. As far as I know, the ancestral bloodline lives for hundreds of years. The core of the rod inside is an undead bird feather, and it is extremely suitable for different kinds of spells. No matter how many spells you have learned in your long life, you don't have to worry about any obstacles in casting them. ”

"Shall I try it then?" said that it was a close bloodline, so there should be no danger, Kevin asked.

"Give it a try, there shouldn't be another accident like the one just now. Ollivander was adamant that he believed in his own vision.

This time, Kevin didn't dare to throw it casually, first aimed the tip of his staff at the ground, and then tried to swing it.

"Poof!"

The ground suddenly cracked a hole several meters long, and the edges were neat, like tofu cut by a knife.

"No, no, your magic is too violent, most wands will amplify its negative effects, it seems that the key is not the problem of the dragon's heart tendon. Taking the wand from Kevin, Ollivander was a little annoyed, "I made a mistake, it seems that I have to think differently, you wait for me to find out." ”

After rummaging through it, Ollivander found a beige wand with thin gray stripes in the corner and handed it to Kevin, "Try it." ”

"What's it made of?" Kevin asked, as usual.

"Leave it alone, wave it. Ollivander said with a subtle expression, "It's going to happen this time, trust me." ”