I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 2 Wand and Wand, Here I Come
"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

John shook Ian's arm.

"Huh? Well, it's okay, it's okay, grandpa just remembered some past events." Ian said slowly after recovering.

John was full of curiosity: "What's the matter? Can you tell me about it?"

"I'll tell you later, let's go buy a wand now, otherwise it will be difficult to buy materials when there are fewer people in the market."

Ian felt that the topic was off topic, and without giving John a chance to react, he took his arm and strode forward, and soon arrived at the door of a small and dilapidated shop.

Above the door there is a signboard in gold letters that are somewhat peeling off, and it reads:

Ollivander: Made fine wands since 380 BC.

"Grandpa Ollivander hasn't renovated his little shop yet."

John looked at the dilapidated store door and sighed. When he visited Ollivander to chat with him last time, Ollivander mentioned that he was going to renovate his small store in order to make a good impression on the freshmen.

Unexpectedly, school will start soon, and his small shop is still full of history.

Ian shook his head: "Hmph, that guy, every day is nothing but a wand. Last time he sent me a letter from an owl, saying that he would come to me to help him make a set of tools, but I didn't see him until the evening. , and finally ran to the store to find him, he was still polishing the wand in the studio, and he was still in a daze, asking me what I could do with him?!"

"Okay, okay, go in quickly, buy it early and leave, I will get angry when I see him!"

John suppressed his laughter and pushed open the wooden door of the wand shop. Ian always did this, and he would complain a few words when he had nothing to do. He was used to it.

The shop is small and dark, with a bench at the door, and the rest of the place is densely packed with long and narrow cardboard boxes filled with magic wands.

Some were made by Ollivander, and some were made by predecessors and have not yet found their owners.

"Grandpa Ollivander!" John yelled.

But after a while, there was still no answer.

Ollivander was probably huddled in his workshop again, polishing his dear wand.

John took a deep breath and sank to his dantian: "Grandpa Ollivander!"

"I'm coming"

After a few seconds this time, a soft voice came from a small room in the shop.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and an old man with white hair came out. A pair of light-colored eyes on his face seemed particularly sharp in the dim environment.

"Oh, it's Little John, what's the matter? Oh... Oh, I remembered, it's time for you to go to school, you should buy a wand." Ollivander said to himself, looking around a few times , "It's just a pity, I still forgot to renovate the storefront, and those children can only get their first magic wands in this dilapidated environment."

John said with a smile: "Grandpa Ollivander, there is no need to renovate. The traces in your store are all the precipitation of history. Maybe the gap on the shelf is the youthful memory of some boy and girl! It is also a piece of cake. A kind of inheritance and commemoration."

Ollivander's eyes lit up, and he nodded in agreement immediately, smiling all over his face: "Little John is right, then I won't renovate."

"Okay, come here, I found out that you received an owl a few days ago, I have prepared your wand, you can see if it fits."

While talking, Ollivander bent over to open the cabinet next to him, pulled out a brand new cardboard box, and handed it to John.

John took it and opened the box. Inside was a reddish-brown exquisite magic wand with beautiful patterns carved on the handle and his name engraved on the body.

"Pick it up and have a look," Ollivander said.

John put the box aside, picked up his wand and waved lightly, a gentle breeze emerged out of nowhere and moved freely in the room.

Ollivander nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, very suitable for you, beech wood, dragon heartstring, eleven inches long, a combination of wisdom and strength."

"Is this the end?"

John is a little dazed, he clearly remembers that, doesn't he?

What about those rituals?

Why did I get so perfunctory when I arrived?

Ollivander looked away, his eyes wandering: "Ahem, those are actually tricks to deceive children. After all, many children will imagine that they are unique, and it takes a little time to satisfy their little vanity. Why not do it? And there are many children who come from Muggle families, and it is the first time they come into contact with magic, so they need to be given some confidence!"

John stared straight at Ollivander, blinking his eyes wide, as if to say: What about me?Don't I need encouragement?

Ollivander glanced at Ian who was sitting on the chair inadvertently, leaned over and whispered to John: "Isn't it because Ian is here, if I do this to you, he will definitely use it in the future Come and laugh at me, maybe you will record it and play it every now and then. I can't imagine it, why don't you come back another day and I'll make it up for you?"

"No need." John shook his head heartbroken, "Grandpa Ollivander, how much is the wand?"

Ollivander waved his hand: "It's free, just treat it as my admission gift to you.".

"That's not going to work." John continued to say weakly, "It's all Xiaobensheng, oh, it seems that you are not small, but the money still has to be given."

"I said it was Grandpa who gave you the gift, and it's my whole heart." After finishing speaking, Ollivander winked at Ian.

Ian got up and patted John on the shoulder: "Okay, let's go, there will be no one in the market later, and this guy is very rich, you don't have to worry about him, your wand is what he rubbed with his hands A matter of a few days."

After Ian finished speaking, he pushed John with his hands, urging him to leave quickly.

"Thank you, Grandpa Ollivander, I'll come see you another day!" John waved his hand and followed Ian out of the door.

"go Go."

Ollivander nodded, and after John and the two left, he quickly walked to the small room in the store. There was still a wand on his workbench that hadn't been finished yet.

Coming out of the wand shop, Ian led John to the wizard market quickly. Many merchants who peddled their goods had closed their stalls, and the wizards who came and went to buy goods gradually dispersed.

Fortunately, the merchants who usually bought the materials for the two of them knew that they would come, so they left the materials for them and waited for them at the same place.

For this reason, Ian also paid some extra Galleons to those people.

Back at the residence, John found a few cut wood boards from the package, which were sorrel wood. This kind of wood has stable performance and is very suitable for practicing magic pattern engraving.

"Grandpa, I'm going to carve magic patterns, call me when you're hungry!"

John said loudly to Ian who was resting on the rocking chair.

Ian lay down and shook, and said leisurely: "I just came back, don't you want to rest?"

"No, when I came back, I suddenly had a feeling that today I can carve a perfect magic pattern, I have to try it quickly."

After John finished speaking, he quickly ran to the basement holding the board.

"Oh, go, go"

It took a while before Ian replied weakly, and even the rocking chair that he usually loved most suddenly didn't feel good.

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