Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 5 Professional Staff Making 2000 Years

Go around rich, don't panic.

This is true, but when Doudou has money, his heart will fly.

No, as soon as the family arrived in Diagon Alley, Fred and George laughed and licked their faces, showing off their cuteness in front of Mrs. Weasley. Apart from buying some necessary textbooks for the new semester, the two of them planned to Go to Zoko's Joke Shop for an investigation like never before.

If it was a normal day, Mrs. Weasley would definitely roll her eyes and grab the ears of the two with a trick to keep them from running around, but what about today?
"thanks Mom!"

"Mom is the best!"

Jumping around happily, the twins saluted exaggeratedly, and then their buttocks collided, and Sa Yazi ran away without a trace.

"Percy, you go too."

After seeing off the twins, Mrs. Weasley patted her sensible third son on the back. Percy naturally wanted to go shopping, so he nodded and left.

"I'm taking Ginny for a walk, Arthur, how about you take Ron to buy things for school?"

"Leave it to me."

Mr. Weasley nodded, then pulled Ron towards Diagon Alley.

"Where do you want to go first, son?"

"I want a new wand."

Originally, Ron needed to inherit Charlie's old wand. The old wand was so worn that even the unicorn hair on the core of the wand was exposed. Now that he has money, the first thing Ron thinks of is to have a wand. A magic wand that is truly your own.

"Of course, of course." Mr. Weasley said slightly awkwardly. He also thought of the same thing, but there was no way to do it. "Ollivander, let's go, his shop is at the innermost."

Go straight along the winding cobblestone road of Diagon Alley. The last store on the street is small and broken. The golden signboard on it has peeled off, and it is vaguely written: Ollivander: Since 380 BC That is, a well-made wand.

And in the dusty window, on a faded purple upholstery stood a single wand on display.

Mr. Weasley pushed open the door and stepped in first. The jingle bell rang as the door opened, and Ron followed him in. The slightly dim shop was small and narrow, except for a bench Besides, there are almost no other decorations.

But even so, in Ron's eyes, this is a magical place where his eyes linger. The dark shelf behind the counter is full of rectangular boxes. Unreasonable solemnity spreads in the air. Although it is dilapidated, it seems to have entered a library or museum full of magical power.

"Good morning." A soft voice floated from behind the high counter.

An old man came quietly from behind the counter, his big light-colored eyes shone brightly that didn't match his age.

"Good morning, old sir."

Ron opened his curious eyes wide, and said goodbye to the old man politely.

"Arthur Weasley, right?"

The old man's wrinkled face stretched out, he looked at Mr Weasley, then nodded: "Hornbeam, unicorn tail hair, ten and three quarter inches long, fast, waving Swish."

"I remember, this should be the sixth time, right?"

"Uh, cough, yes, this is my youngest son Ron." It seemed that Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. In front of this old man with a frighteningly good memory, Mr. Weasley always had a strange feeling of being seen through. This made him extremely awkward.

"Oh, I know." Ollivander said quietly, "You once told me that your Weasley family is really thriving."

"But come here now, kid, let me see, let me see." Ollivander walked up to Ron, and he took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you prefer to use?"

"Right hand, I'm used to using my right hand." Ron raised his right arm and responded impatiently.

"very good."

The tape measure did not need to be operated by Ollivander himself. It flew over automatically and measured Ron's size bit by bit, first from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, from the shoulder to the floor, from the knee to the armpit I even had my head circumference measured.

"Every one of Ollivander's wands has a super magical substance, which is also his essence, Mr. Weasley, I use unicorn tail hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves, etc., but , you Weasleys seem to prefer unicorn tail hair."

Ollivander blinked, and the smile on his face seemed a bit mischievous, "But it's a good thing, the wand with unicorn tail hair as the core can usually produce the most stable magic, and the wand made of it is the most stable. A kind of loyalty."

"Each of Ollivander's wands is unique, and now."

Ollivander turned around and walked under the high shelf, stepped on the stairs and picked out many long boxes and walked back to the counter.

"Try this one, ash, unicorn tail hair, ten inches long, the same material as your brother Charlie's first wand."

The straight and slender wand lay quietly in the small box with velvet cushions, but as soon as Ron stretched out his hand and just touched the wand, Ollivander pulled the wand away like lightning.

"Strange."

The wrinkles on the old man's face piled up together, he muttered to himself.

"Strange."

"What's the matter?" Seeing the expression on Ollivander's face, Ron asked a little uneasy. As a time traveler, he was somewhat guilty.

"It's nothing, it's just a little strange." Ollivander shook his head and didn't explain much. He put the wand back into the box, and immediately changed another one.

"Try this one, blackthorn, unicorn tail hair, eleven and a half inches, very strong, you wave it."

"Whisper~"

After Ron took it, he subconsciously waved it briefly, but apart from the sound of breaking through the air, the wand didn't respond at all, just like a wooden stick, and didn't see any special reaction.

"Interesting guest, what an interesting guest."

The wrinkles on Ollivander's face loosened. After he took the wand, he turned back to the wooden frame and started picking again.

"Come on, kid, try this, cherry wood, the heart tendon of the dragon, you must have super self-control and willpower to control it."

Ollivander's large pale eyes stared at Ron as he took the wand and flicked it.

A trace of black smoke emerged from the tip of the wand, and a pungent burning smell permeated the dilapidated shop.

"Sorry old man, I didn't mean to." Ron was suddenly a little flustered and overwhelmed. The joy of getting his first wand was replaced by a little panic at this moment. This was something he hadn't expected at all.

"it's okay no problem."

Ollivander smiled eccentrically, with a hint of helplessness in this smile, as well as a little excitement that couldn't be concealed.

"It's not your fault, child. The wand chooses a wizard. It wants to use your power, but it fails. It's not your fault. I think you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable for you— —Let me think, let me think."

Ollivander retracted the wand, which was mostly useless, and then paced around in distress.

"Have it!"

The troubled thinking came to fruition, Ollivander rushed into the depths of the shelf behind the counter with an agility that didn't suit his old man, as if he was looking for something deeply hidden, the sound of rummaging through boxes came from the darkness out.

"Come on, try this, let's do a test."

A wand that was much thicker than ordinary wands was handed over. Compared with ordinary wands, it was a short wooden stick, the kind that hurt people.

"I made this when I was just learning to make wands with my father. It is poor in flexibility, heavy, and the magic power conduction is also poor. The only advantage is that it can be used for waste, and it has no use value."

"Black iron wood, troll beard, eighteen inches long, when I secretly made this wand, I was beaten by my father, the memory is still fresh!"

When Ron grabbed the short wand, the weight of his hand made him believe what Ollivander said, and he definitely remembered being beaten by this wooden stick, at least ten times the weight of a normal wand. of firmness.

Ron grabbed the stick and shook it carefully.

After a slight "cracking" sound, there was a delay of more than ten seconds before a few sporadic sparks emerged from the tip of the wand.

"That's it, I understand."

Ollivander suddenly realized that he took the thick short stick from Ron's hand and placed it on the counter casually.

"Mr. Weasley." Ollivander poked his head out, leaned closer and said to Ron, "You have a very special talent. Wizards need to use magic wands to transmit and release their magic power. For a wizard, the magic power in his body is like a slowly flowing river, but you are different, your magic power flows very fast, like a turbulent torrent, ordinary wands cannot withstand such a high-speed flow of magic power."

"When you touched the first wand, it conveyed fear to me, the second rejected your magic, and the third wand, which was made of a dragon's heart tendon, had enough courage. Destroyed for not being able to adapt to this turbulent flow of magic."

"Don't worry, you don't need compensation for this."

Ollivander grinned, and the old man was very happy at this moment, like a child seeing a new toy, his big light-colored eyes were full of curiosity and joy.

"However, please note that before you are an adult, you should not use magic excessively. Your current magic power is too little, and your consumption of magic is far more than others. Of course, the power of spells is also far more than others."

"I see, Mr. Ollivander, thank you for your reminder." Ron nodded, but then hesitantly said: "Is it difficult to find a wand that suits me?"

"Of course, it's not easy."

Ollivander nodded irresistibly, "You need a wand that is strong enough, very strong, very strong, otherwise it is likely to break after releasing the magic a few times."

"The wand is choosing wizards, but it is undeniable that there are always some special wizards, and the wand needs to be careful when choosing them."

"Please come back in an hour, your wand will have to wait a while."

After speaking, Ollivander hid in the darkness on the shelf behind the counter, and the sound of light footsteps was receding.

"Then let's go buy robes and books first?"

Ron tugged at Mr. Weasley's sleeve.

"Oh, ok, let's go."

Mr. Weasley put away the surprised expression on his face, scratched his hair in some puzzlement and led Ron out of Ollivander's wand shop.

(End of this chapter)