The voice was very familiar. That wild laughter had just ended.
A tall and skinny figure pushed open the door of Ollivander's shop. A handsome boy walked out of the shop. His eyes were red and his body was trembling. He was excitedly admiring the purple robed wand in his hand. He completely ignored Hoffa and Indor who were standing at the door.
The air was filled with violent magic energy. Hoffa's hair was blown into a mess.
Looking at the boy's back with lingering fear, Indor whispered, "Who was that? How could he have such powerful magic energy at such a young age?"
Hoffa of course knew who that was.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
The future great demon Lord Voldemort had obtained his first assistant, the powerful purple robed wand. No wonder he was so excited. Unfortunately, that wand was heartlessly abandoned by him after accompanying him for more than fifty years.
Shaking his head, Hoffa said to Indor, "Shall we go in together?"
Indor shook his head, "Go in by yourself. Fairies don't need wands and won't enter this kind of shop. This old guy's wand is made from the bones of fairies. I'm afraid I'll kill him if I see him. "
Hoffa was speechless. He could only open Ollivander's shop alone.
The moment he entered.
Ding!
System, Current Mystical Plane – [London Wizard's Market]
Exploration rate reached 50%. Obtained Spell Fragment (
1/3)
In his mind, there was a hazy fragment.
Hoffa wanted to search for the fragment, but it was completely impossible.
He could only give up on this idea and deal with the situation in front of him.
In front of him, thousands of boxes were densely packed from the ground to the ceiling. The air was filled with silence and silence.
Ollivander's wand shop was a family shop.
The family's history of making wands could be traced back to 382 BC. The original meaning of the surname Ollivander was — — the owner of an olive wood wand. Therefore, some people, including this generation's Ollivander, believed that their ancestors followed the Romans to England.
The current owner of Ollivander's is Garrick Ollivander.
He didn't look as old as described in the book 50 years later. Instead, he looked like a middle-aged man in high spirits.
However, the middle-aged man looked a little sluggish.
Ollivander did not notice Hoffa's arrival. His mouth was still agape as he stood among the scattered wooden boxes, immersed in the shock he had just experienced.
Until Hoffa reached out and waved his hand in front of his eyes.
"Hey, hello."
Only then did Garrick and Ollivander turn around. When he saw the new client, he quickly rubbed his face. "Sorry, I was distracted. You definitely don't know what just happened."
Hoffa said calmly, "I know. I want to buy a wand."
Ollivander mumbled, "Of course. Everyone who comes to my shop is here to buy wands. Left or right hand? "
"Right hand."
"Raise your arms."
He measured Hoffa 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 his head.
As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander's wand has a super strong magic substance. This is its essence. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and fire dragon heart nerves … "
Hoffa chuckled. "Do you have to say the same thing to everyone?"
Ollivander, who was interrupted, was slightly annoyed.
"Rude child. I'm a businessman, do you understand? A businessman! "
As he spoke, he quickly picked up the boxes on the ground and stuffed the wands into Hoffa's hands one by one.
"Holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches … No, no!"
"Unicorn hair, red sandalwood, thirteen inches … No, no!"
"Fire dragon tendon, walnut wood, nine inches … No, still no!"
"Beech wood, charming hair, ten inches … No, of course not. What am I thinking?"
Ollivander muttered as he quickly moved the boxes.
The wands spun around in Huo Fa's hands like a merry-go-round, but he felt like he was holding an ordinary piece of wood. Nothing happened.
"Apple wood, seventeen inches, no."
"Acacia wood, fourteen inches, no."
"Cypress wood, nine inches, no."
"Ash wood, no."
"Pear wood, no."
"Fir wood, no!"
"Cedar wood, no!"
"Cherry wood, no!"
"Black rosewood, oh, still no!"
… …
As time passed, the empty boxes under him piled higher and higher. Hoffa couldn't help but yawn. If he hadn't received the notice from Hogwarts, Hoffa would have doubted whether he really had magic talent.
He glanced outside the shop and saw Indor pacing back and forth impatiently.
Finally, when Ollivander and Hoffa stood in the waist-high pile of boxes, Ollivander couldn't run anymore. He panted and asked, "Are you really a wizard? Or are you just a dud? "
Hoffa, who was drowned in boxes, said helplessly, "Do you want to see the notice from Hogwarts?"
"Ugh!" Ollivander exclaimed in annoyance.
"How could this happen? It shouldn't be!"
This was also out of Hoffa's expectations. He didn't expect that he wouldn't be compatible with so many wands.
But if he wanted to go to school, he needed a wand.
Hoffa scratched his head and asked hesitantly, "Diagon Alley. Are there any other wand makers?"
These words hit Ollivander's nerve, and his pale gray eyes widened.
"What? You're doubting my skills? Let me tell you, from 100 BC until now, there has never been a wizard's wand that Ollivander couldn't make. Even Merlin used our family's wand! "
Hoffa didn't say anything. The two stared at each other in the pile of boxes.
The air fell into an extremely awkward silence.
After a while, Ollivander suddenly asked softly, "You don't seem to be English."
"Half-and-half. I'm not too sure, but my father is from Huaxia," Hoffa said.
"The East?" Ollivander pursed his lips. "I see. Their habits are indeed different from ours."
With that, he waved his wand and all the boxes returned to their original positions.
"Follow me."
Hoffa followed Ollivander to the back of the shop.
There were all kinds of materials piled up here: feathers, hair, nerves, hearts, spider legs, wood from all kinds of trees, and even a fairy skeleton. Hoffa thought to himself, 'No wonder Indor didn't want to come in. Making a wand is quite a cruel thing.'
Under the pile of materials, Ollivander bent down and dug around for a long time before finally pulling out a wrinkled gray box. He blew, and a huge amount of dust flew up.
The gray box turned into a black box.
Ollivander stood in front of Hoffa with a solemn expression and opened the box.
In the box, there was a wand lying there quietly. It wasn't right to call it a wand, because there were still some tree branches on it, and it looked a little rough. It wasn't as delicate as the wands outside. It was like a branch cut directly from a tree.
A strange feeling appeared in Hoffa's heart.
It's looking at me.
Hoffa realized this.
It was a little excited.
Hoffa didn't hesitate to reach out and grab the simple tree branch.
At this moment, a trace of blood connection appeared, and a kind of vicissitude and gentle warmth flowed through his body. The thousand years of loneliness almost made him want to cry.
Nothing happened, but Hoffa knew that this was his destined partner.
He let go of his hand, and something strange happened. The wand didn't fall. It floated above Hoffa's hand.
While floating, he saw the only trace of artificial on the wand.
At the end, there was a deep carving. There was a slightly faded red paint on it.
It was a squarish font.
[Seal]
After admiring the wand, it fell back into Hoffa's hand.
A faint smile appeared on Huo Fa's face. He looked at Ollivander with joy, hoping that he could give him an explanation.
But Ollivander's eyes were full of suspicion. He walked around with his hands behind his back.
"How could this be … How could this be?"
"What happened?" Hoffa asked. "How much is this wand? I want it."
"Money …"
Ollivander coughed. "Forget it, the wand chooses its master, so let's leave it at that. But I have to remind you that this wand is an unfinished product. If anything happens, I won't be responsible. "
"What?" Hoffa was surprised. "Unfinished product, what do you mean?"
Ollivander spoke tirelessly.
"More than 100 years ago, my grandfather Gabor Ollivander went on a trip to India on a ship with the Queen of England. There was a very high snow mountain at the border between the Qing Dynasty and India. There was a tree at the foot of the mountain, and the locals called it the Bodhi Tree.
My grandfather stayed there for a while, and when he was about to leave, an old monk gave this branch to my grandfather, saying that it contained miraculous power.
My grandfather didn't feel any power, and just brought it back as a souvenir. My father didn't find anything special about it, and neither did I.
A few years ago, I wanted to make it into a wand, but I found that it couldn't be used with any other wand. Dragon hearts, phoenix feathers, unicorn feathers, none of them worked, so I kept it here. "
Ollivander sighed. "I always thought that my grandfather brought back a piece of wood without magic … Now it seems that it's really rare. There's actually wood that can cast spells without magic …"
Huo Fa was surprised. "So, this thing is just a tree branch?"
"That's right." Ollivander shrugged. "But it's a precious souvenir of mine. If you want to buy it, you have to pay me double the price."
Hoffa …
When he walked out of Ollivander's shop, the sky was already dark.
In the distance, there were red clouds of fire, and there were Magi hurrying along the road. Looking at their attire, many of them came from the Ministry of Magic to Diagon Alley after work.
Hoffa stood outside Ollivander's shop, happily looking at the Bodhi Tree branch with the word 'seal' engraved on it.
He thought to himself that he finally had a wand that belonged to him.
After spending 20 gold coins, Hoffa got his own wand. Ollivander also "generously" gave Hoffa a calfskin sheath that could be tied around his arm. It was used for daily wand maintenance.
Indor was almost asleep waiting outside. When he saw Hoffa come out, he couldn't help but scold, "Kid, did you fall in love with that old man? You've been in there for so long? "
Hoffa was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with him. He put away his wand and patted the Sprite's shoulder.
"Alright, young Sprite, don't be so impatient. Do you want to have a drink together? "
"Drink my ass!" Indor said unhappily. "I waited for you to come out just to tell you. I promised you that I'd get you the book and wand before nightfall. Now that I've done it, our contract is over. "
"Eh?" Hoffa was stunned. "Where are you going?"
"Where am I going? I already said that I'm a Sprite from the German island of Heligoland. Now I'm going home," Indor said.
Germany … Hoffa was in a good mood and couldn't help but say a little more, "Then don't get involved in a war."
"Why, you think there'll be a war too?" Indor glanced at Hoffa again, "These guys in England don't think so. What's the saying in Muggles? Appease something …"
Indor tilted his head and thought.
"Appease." Hoffa sighed. It couldn't be helped. Everyone wanted peace, even if it was a fantasy.
"Yes, appease. You know quite a lot," Indor muttered, "Don't worry, I don't like war either."
After saying that, he raised his finger.
Hoffa took a step back. Was he preparing to cast a spell to leave?
However, there was no reaction. Indor looked at Hoffa with a hesitant expression.
"Hey, do you know how to get to King's Cross Station?"
Hoffa nodded, "Yes."
"The station is between the ninety and the other two. You have to run all the way to get there."
Hoffa smiled. Of course he knew all this, but he felt that something was wrong when he heard it from this Sprite. Maybe this Sprite wasn't as bad as he looked.
"I know. Thank you for telling me. You've been a great help."
"Hmph!" Indor said proudly, "You're a little smart, but you're only eleven years old after all."
"Okay, okay, go back to your Heligoland Island," Hoffa said helplessly.
Indor raised his finger, but put it down in the end.
Hoffa was speechless, "What are you doing now?"
The minx did something unimaginable. She took off one of her silver earrings and clipped it into Huo Fa's ear. It was so painful that Huo Fa's tears were about to fall.
Hoffa glared at Indor. "What!?"
Indor laughed, "I admire a man who dares to look for a job at such a young age. If you want a job in the future, come to me. Don't look for a job in Diagon Alley. There's no money to be had here."
After saying that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The Sprite's figure instantly disappeared into thin air.
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