Jon followed his mother into the wand shop. A mother and daughter were walking out of the shop, clearly also looking for a wand to enter the school. Madam Smith and the witch's mother nodded at each other, even though they did not know each other.
The young witch in the shop led Madam Smith to a bench to wait, and then led Jon to the back of the hall, where a curtain separated them.
The famous master wand maker, Mister Ollivander, was standing on a ladder, arranging his wands. The witch told Jon to wait for a moment, and then left.
Jon quietly watched the skinny Mister Ollivander float up and down the ladder. He looked at the long and narrow cardboard boxes that formed a 'wall', and suddenly remembered a description from the original book.
He read softly, "The dust and silence here seem to make one feel that there is some mysterious magic hidden in it."
That's it! Jon asked himself if he could think of such a direct and beautiful description, but that did not stop him from remembering the description in the book.
"Oh, what a novel way of putting it." Mister Ollivander had climbed down the ladder at some point, and walked in front of Jon. "Good afternoon."
"Oh, hello. You must be Mister Ollivander?"
Jon asked nervously.
"Oh, yes, yes. There's no need to be nervous."
Ollivander said. "I knew I would see you soon, Jon Smith. That's not a problem. Your eyes are almost the same as your mother's. That year, she came here to buy her first wand. It seems like just yesterday … "
What a familiar line.
Jon suspected that Mr. Olivander had said the same thing to every wizard who came here to buy their wands. However, he wasn't stupid enough to expose Olivander's lie, so he just smiled and played along.
"Alright, Mister Smith. Come, let me see." Ollivander coughed twice, and picked up the wand from the workbench. "Which hand are you good at using?"
"Oh, I'm used to using my right hand."
Jon raised his hand and let Olivander take his measurements. First, he measured him from his shoulders to his fingertips, then from his wrists to his elbows, shoulders to the floor, knees to armpits, and finally his head. The complicated process even made Jon suspect that Olivander wanted to make a magic wax figure for him.
"Mr. Smith, try this one. It's made of cherry wood and unicorn tail hair. It's thirteen inches long."
After the measurements were done, Ollivander waved his hand and one of the cardboard boxes on the ceiling automatically flew into Ollivander's hand. Ollivander then took out the wand from within.
Jon picked up the slender wand and waved it. As expected, there was no reaction.
This was very normal. The Wizard's wand would never be chosen immediately. However, he did not know if this was Mr. Olivander's marketing method.
"Oh, maybe you can try this one. It's made of willow wood and has the nerves of a dragon. It's eleven inches long."
Jon cooperated with Mr. Olivander to help him choose the wand. After all, he knew nothing about wands and had no other choice.
"I like picky customers, but it doesn't matter. I can always find one here. Oh, try this one."
Ollivander gently raised his hand and a cardboard box flew over from the edge of the wall of wands. He took out the wand and handed it to Jon. "Grapevine wood, unicorn hair. It's nine and three-quarters inches long. It's quite soft and has good elasticity."
Jon took the wand and lightly tapped it. The tip of the wand burst into golden sparks like fireworks.
"That's it. Excellent."
Ollivander happily wrapped the wand in silk and put it into the wooden box. He smiled at Jon and said, "What a wonderful combination. You must be a little Wizard with extraordinary ambition. I wish you a happy life in Hogwarts."
"Thank you for your praise."
Jon took the wooden box. At the same time, he heard the sound of his mother's high heels clicking on the limestone floor.
The moment the curtain was lifted, Mr. Olivander's voice rang out.
"The price is six Garen. Thank you for your patronage."
…
After leaving Ollivander's wand shop, they went to the clothing store to get some clothes. They also went to pick up a silver-gray owl. Their trip to Diagon Alley was over.
The main thing was that they had wasted too much time in the wand shop. When the mother and son returned home, it was already noon.
After putting the things in his hands back into his room, Jon came down from upstairs and saw two unfamiliar owls standing in the living room.
"Did something new arrive?"
Jon walked forward and opened one of the packages. There were two books inside: "Magic Theory" and "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense". They were the two books that Mrs. Smith had left out when she ordered them.
The other owl delivered a letter. The recipient was Lynn Smith. Since there was no privacy between mother and son, Jon opened the letter.
Dear Sister,
I heard that my cute little nephew received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Mother and I are very happy. Today is the weekend. I wonder if your family can come to the manor for dinner before dinner? Mother and I miss our little Wizard very much.
Also, to my cute little nephew Jon. Your cousin asked me to take care of you.
Yours dearest — May Young
This was a letter from home. Jon had a good impression of his aunt who had gone through an unhappy marriage but was still gentle and kind. He was also very familiar with his grandmother's manor.
After all, he had lived there for a year when he was young. His grandmother, Rowling Ka-Na Young, was a very kind old witch. She looked very similar to his grandmother in his previous life.
Perhaps all the old people in the world looked the same. Jon shouted loudly and briefly explained the contents of the letter to Mrs. Smith. He also received instructions from his mother to call his father and tell him about it.
Lov Smith was very excited about going to his mother-in-law's house. He promised to go home early today and then hung up the phone.
Jon put down the phone and turned around to see his mother standing on the stairs. She was waving her wand to send books, crucibles, and other things into his room. These things took up a lot of space. Jon's room was soon built with a "low wall".
Of course, his grapevine wand was tucked in the sleeve of his shirt. It was not mixed with the school supplies.
This was the most important step in his exploration of the world of magic. Of course, it was not to be mixed with those things.
"Don't you want to change into a robe? We're going to your grandmother's house later. "
Jon shook his head and declined his mother's suggestion. He did not think that the Wizard's robe was very convenient. A loose robe could carry more things, but it also limited his mobility to a certain extent. At least in his own house, Jon still preferred to wear casual clothes.
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