American TV series World Rescue

Diagon Alley.

"What a coincidence, well, I finally believe in the saying that no coincidence can ever be written~"

Owen smiled to himself and looked at each other carefully. They were a family of three. The parents looked like Muggles at first glance. The daughter was wearing Hogwarts student robes. Her delicate face did not have the hibiscus charm of a Veela descendant, but it was a little more cute.

"Hermione, slow down and hold Mummy's hand!"

The girl's mother saw the girl rushing towards Flourish Blossoms Bookstore with an excited face, and quickly stepped forward to stop her.

"Hmph, Muggle, Mudblood!"

Lucius glanced at Hermione and the three of them and snorted disdainfully.

"Cultivate yourself, father!"

Owen frowned.

Mudblood is the most serious contempt for wizards whose parents are both Muggles. It is equivalent to the title of Mudblood in his previous society. He is from a peasant family. Even though he has traveled through time now, he still looks down upon Lucius's arrogant map cannon. used.

Why should farmers who work so hard with their backs to the sky and their backs to the sky, relying on nothing, stealing or robbing, be looked down upon?

"Draco!"

Lucius looked over in surprise, his face was serious, and he said in a serious tone: "Don't forget your identity. You are a descendant of the pure-blood Malfoy family. Don't get together with those half-bloods and mudbloods. It will be humiliating. Do you know your bloodline?"

"have no idea."

Owen said disdainfully: "How can there be any pure blood? Before the International Secrecy Act was promulgated, our Malfoy family has been mixed in the Muggle world, and we have intermarried with Muggles more than once or twice. Don't tell me that you don't know? And even if we are pure Bloodline, how can there be any glory of bloodline, I remember that the mysterious man is a mixed race!"

"you!!!"

Lucius's face was livid, he looked at Owen in disbelief, and thought in shock: "My son has no magic talent, but is there something wrong with his brain? How dare he speak out about this kind of family shortcoming..."

"Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Narcissa was also shocked. She was also a pure-blood supporter. Then she thought of something and asked tentatively: "You don't really like Fleur, do you? Are you still the girl just now?"

Speaking of this, she seemed to become more and more certain as she spoke, and began to teach her son like a mother again: "Draco, you are still young. You will know after you get in touch with a few more girls. In the end, the girl who can accompany you will be the right girl."

"Where did you want to go?"

Owen's mouth twitched and he said speechlessly: "I'm just telling you a fact. There is no pure blood at all. Don't look down on half-bloods and Muggle wizards. What really determines a person's status is his own strength. The mysterious man has long been It has been proven that you are simply deceiving yourself and others.”

"I'm going back."

Lucius said something, and a phantom left.

"Draco, you shouldn't have contradicted your father."

Narcissa had mixed emotions. On one side she was proud of her pure bloodline, and on the other side she was doting on her son. After all, motherhood was stronger than pride, so she could only helplessly persuade her.

"Don't worry, dad is a smart man, he will figure it out."

Owen said nonchalantly.

For a person who can even invent the 'Intermittent Soul Imperius Syndrome', Owen really doesn't believe how strong his sense of glory is.

"..."

"Let's go to Li... to Tuofan Clothing Store."

Owen smelled the fragrance of books and subconsciously wanted to walk to the bookstore, but then he thought that he was no longer an ordinary person, and some human qualities no longer applied to him, and he couldn't help but laugh.

After buying several sets of high-end magic robes at Tuofan Clothing Store, Owen came to Oli Defan Wand Shop.

"Oh, Mrs. Malfoy, nice to meet you."

The owner, Garrick Ollivander, welcomed with a smile: "Is this your son? He is also a freshman at Hogwarts this year?"

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander."

Narcissa nodded and said, "This is my son Draco. I came here this time to choose a wand that belongs to him."

"Ollivanders never disappoints!"

Garrick said confidently, glanced at Owen, walked to the back shelf, took out a 30-centimeter box, opened it, and handed the 28-centimeter long wand inside to Owen: "Try this."

"good."

Owen took the wand, looked at it carefully, and waved the wand with interest.

Boom!

A scattered wave of magic power emitted from the wand, and a row of boxes on the shelf flew out, hitting the shelf in the front row and falling heavily to the ground.

"It doesn't look like this."

Garrick took back the wand from Owen's hand, thought about it, and chose a new wand for Owen to try, but the result was still not ideal.

"How can it be?!"

Once, twice, and three times, the wand Garrick chose was not suitable for Owen, and his expression changed a little. After four, five, and even more times, Garrick started sweating on his forehead.

"Try this again!"

"good."

Owen remained calm, and followed the magic power with his mental strength, and penetrated into the wand, carefully observing the magic power of the wand, trying to discover the unique skills passed down from generation to generation by Ollivander.

As an alchemy genius, Owen's first alchemy work was his own wand. The reason why he still comes here to buy it now is because the Olidevan Wand Shop is an old shop that has been passed down for thousands of years. The Olidevan family owns the wand manufacturer. Special Process.

Everyone can use the wand, but only its owner can exert its greatest power. Once the owner of the wand is defeated, the wand automatically belongs to the new owner, without any restrictions on the initial selection.

From Owen's point of view, this clearly means that the magic weapon spirit automatically recognizes its owner, but whether it is true or not remains to be tested, and the wand produced by Oli Defan, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is the best experimental product.

“It is indeed a thousand-year-old store!”

Owen sighed in his heart while groping for the magic runes and magic talisman arrays on Oli Defan's wand.

Magic wands and other magic props have complex magic runes and magic arrays. The same function can be realized with a variety of magic patterns. When several functions are superimposed, there are more choices. There are so many ways to achieve them. Among them, the method that the Olidefan family has explored from generation to generation is obviously the most mature.

You can't tell anything just by looking at the appearance. Without strong mental power, fine control, sufficient alchemy level, and abundant samples to explore, it is absolutely impossible to steal this mature technology.

In order to keep it secret, it is obviously impossible for Oli Defan to let capable competitors study the wands they produce like this. As for the large-scale collection and research of the wands sold by Oli Defan?

As the saying goes: The wand is the dignity of the wizard! When a wizard loses his wand, he has almost no fighting power at all. Once in danger, he is simply at the mercy of others. Therefore, every wizard will keep his own wand close to him and will not lend it to others!

That is to say, Garrick didn't know Owen's details, so he gave almost all the wands in the store to Owen to try out for the honor of Oli Devan.

"It can't be this one, right?"

I don't know how many wands were handed over. Garrick's expression was extremely ugly. When he touched the last wand, he looked at Owen in surprise.