Batman's Owl Godfather

The owl is saying strange things again.

Bruce has gradually become accustomed to Katum's speaking style and knows that sometimes the meaning of nouns that pop out of the owl's mouth cannot be understood deeply.

And he also found that Katum's temperament seemed to have changed a little since he came back from Hogwarts.

It no longer looks like a simple owl like before.

For example, the opponent's wings can now perform various difficult movements and are as flexible as human hands.

Just like now, Katum is putting his wings on Bruce's head and rubbing it, a bit like rubbing a dog's head.

Bruce slapped Katum's wings away and turned his attention back to chatting with Hermione.

Hermione was answering the question just now.

“I just read the introduction in the book. Gryffindor represents courage and justice, Hufflepuff represents kindness and loyalty, Ravenclaw represents erudition and wisdom, and Slytherin represents ambition and honor.

"All freshmen who enter will be sorted into these four colleges. I don't know exactly how they will be sorted. It may be because of exams!"

Bruce also became interested and began to think about which college he would be sorted into.

However, at this time——

"No, no!"

Katum said in Bruce's ear again, "In fact, there is a hidden academy in Hogwarts called Azkaban. Only students with great wisdom and courage can enter. Bruce, Azkaban is the best for you." choose."

"real?"

Bruce was stunned. There is such a hidden academy in Hogwarts. Is it to cultivate the best students?

He is indeed the King of Demons, he actually knows such secrets.

"Believe me Bruce, I can help you." Katum assured Bruce, "As long as you have my guidance, you will definitely be able to enter Azkaban."

this……

Bruce had no reason to refuse. He came to this world to learn and gain the ability to change Gotham. It would be great if he could enter the Hidden Academy.

"Then it's up to you!"

"Don't worry, I'll keep it with you!"

Katum flapped his chest with his wings, as if you can rest assured that I will do the work.

Hermione looked dumbfounded on the sidelines. Although she couldn't understand what Katum was talking about, this owl was unusual at first glance with such humanized actions.

Where did Bruce get it? Can you give her a plastic surgery too?

…

Soon, Mr. Granger finished exchanging Galleons.

They led Bruce out of Gringotts while Mrs. Granger checked the shopping list that came with the admission letter.

"Go buy school uniforms first, then textbooks and potions equipment, and finally wands."

But Hermione suddenly became very active: "Mom, you can buy textbooks and crucibles. I'll take Bruce to buy a wand first!"

She wondered what kind of wand Bruce would get.

Bruce felt that this was not good. He wanted to buy some upper-grade books, but Katum stopped his idea again.

"Why spend that wasted money? They are all in the Hogwarts library."

In the wizarding world, truly valuable books never end up in bookstores.

For Katum and Bruce now, the growth of magic power in the body is not a problem, they have no bottleneck.

What they need is a spell that can effectively release these magic powers.

After comprehensive consideration, the restricted book section of Hogwarts is their best choice.

Mrs. Granger agreed with Hermione's suggestion, so Hermione took Bruce to the small and shabby shop.

The gold-lettered sign on the door has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC.

The shop is very small, with only one bench and thousands of long and narrow boxes that almost reach the ceiling.

"The wand will choose its own owner." Hermione explained enthusiastically, "Among these many wands, there must be a wand waiting for your arrival."

I don't need a wand, Bruce thought to himself.

He can cast spells without a wand, which means nothing to him.

"We meet again, Miss Hermione Granger!" An old man came out from behind the counter, "Grape vine, ten and three-quarter inches, dragon's nerves, a good wand, right? Great potential, adaptable It’s strong, how about using it?”

"Very easy, Mr. Ollivander." Hermione always remained polite in front of outsiders.

She then introduces Bruce to Ollivander, her cousin who also comes to buy a wand.

"Another little wizard with potential." Ollivander glanced at Bruce and took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, "Which hand do you use to use the wand?"

"I'm right-handed," Bruce answered.

"Then I probably know." The tape measure flew out of Ollivander's hand and began to operate on its own, measuring Bruce's size.

Then he himself removed a stack of long boxes from the shelves.

"Try this one," he said. "Platanus, eleven and a half inches, unicorn hair."

Bruce took the wand, and as soon as he held it in his hand, Ollivander's hair began to explode inexplicably.

"No, no!"

Ollivander snatched the wand away with lightning speed and inserted a new one.

"Hawthorn, phoenix feathers, nine inches long. Try it—"

But as soon as Bruce tried, Ollivander himself seemed to have been hit by an invisible blow and was knocked away a long distance.

“No, no—try this one!”

Olivander got up from the ground and changed to a new one, "Ebony, dragon's heartstring, eight and three-quarters inches, this one will work, it will definitely work."

Bruce tried again.

This time, Ollivander was hung upside down in the air, waving his hands around, looking extremely embarrassed.

Until Bruce let go of the wand, Ollivander fell down with a plop.

After that, this situation kept happening. As long as Bruce held a new wand, Ollivander would be hurt.

He kept trying and kept getting hurt.

Bruce couldn't stand it anymore.

Hermione had already opened her mouth wide and entered a state of shock and petrification.

"I understand, I understand..."

Finally, before being completely tortured and broken apart, Ollivander grinned and came to a conclusion.

"Kid, I'm not good at learning."

Olivander said weakly and trembling, his whole body seemed to be repeatedly run over by an elephant.

"None of the wands I made are suitable for you. Go to other wand shops, such as Gregorovitch Wand Shop in Europe."

"Mr. Ollivander..."

Bruce wanted to say something, and then he saw Ollivander stuffing seven Galleons into his pocket.

He almost pleaded, "Mr. Bruce, I'll pay for your wand. Please go to other wand shops!"

Finally, Bruce and Hermione walked out of the wand shop in a daze.

"This is impossible!" Hermione felt that her worldview was shocked.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Bruce comforted her in return, "I don't actually need a wand..."

"No, you need it!"

Katum on his shoulder suddenly said, "A first-year student who casts without a wand is too conspicuous, and a wand can be used as a cover."

Bruce was helpless: "But you saw that there is no one suitable for me."

"That's because Ollivander's craftsmanship is not good! Look at me, wait a moment."

The owl flew away, and not long after, he flew back with a short stick in his mouth.

He threw the short stick to Bruce: "Try this, made by the demon king Katoom, the unparalleled Supreme Wand."

Supreme Wand?

Bruce ran his finger over the wand, and the sawdust on it was not even scraped clean.

"Is this just an ordinary stick? Or did you just carve it out?"

"It's the Supreme Wand!"

Katoom emphasized again, "Sycamore wood, fourteen inches, the core is the hard work of the demon king."

Fourteen inches, this is no longer a wand, but a stick for beating people.

Bruce was completely speechless.

Sycamore wood, the most common ornamental wood on the streets of London, according to this, Bruce casually broke off a branch on the side of the road, and it was the new Supreme Wand.

What made him even more unbearable was the material of the core.

What the hard work of the demon king.

Katoom, this guy, doesn't even want to pluck a feather?