Hogwarts: Wizards? Master of Fantastic Beasts!

Hearing Bella's explanation, the corners of Arthur's mouth twitched even more.

Does he mean that?

He just asked Bella to bring a basin of foot water, and Bella brought such a basin of things.

It was hard not to wonder if Bella had awakened some incredible hobby.

"The host came to test the water temperature, and after washing to ensure that the owner's milk fragrance was overflowing! When I was downstairs, I met Dumbledore, who already knew we lived here. "

"He said he would come back tomorrow morning to pick out your wand." Master, is the water temperature right? Do you feel hot? "

Bella tugged over Arthur's little feet and put them in the basin with some excitement to wash them.

Two somewhat rough hands, constantly stroking the soles of Arthur's feet.

He couldn't even concentrate and couldn't answer Bella's words.

The body also has no strength, so it can only be left to Bella.

After more than ten minutes of washing her feet, Bella left with the foot wash satisfied.

Arthur was left alone on the bed with a numb expression.

"Bella has definitely awakened a wonderful hobby, I have long said that everything is jade, it will only harm yourself, it is simply terrible!"

Arthur seemed to have thought of something, and his body involuntarily shivered.

Hurriedly pulled over the blanket on the side and completely covered himself.

Even her feet didn't show a little, lest Bella do something strange again.

When Bella came in, she saw Arthur wrapped up tightly.

A hint of loss couldn't help but flash in her eyes, but she still didn't bother Arthur.

Just lay down lightly on your own bed.

Arthur heard movement behind him, and his tense nerves relaxed.

At this time, he was really speechless, according to the previous plot.

It should be that the female protagonist pretends to sleep worried, and the male protagonist runs to his bed to sleep in disappointment, right?

How is it now the other way around?

Arthur secretly complained a few words, his eyelids began to fight continuously, and sleepiness rushed in.

After a while, he fell asleep.

...

Early morning.

Ollivander Wand Shop.

"Did Mr. Ollivander not rest last night? Why does the face look so ugly? "

Arthur frowned and looked at Ollivander.

At this time, Ollivander was wearing loose hair and looked unspeakably tired.

Some cloudy eyes were bloodshot.

It was obvious that he hadn't slept well last night, or even hadn't slept at all.

Hearing Arthur's question, Ollivander just gave him a flat look.

Instead of answering his words, a new box came out from beside him.

He casually threw it to Arthur and spoke in a calm tone.

"Open it and see, this is the wand I just made last night, so to speak, tailor-made for you. Try to see if it fits, if it doesn't fit, then change to something else. "

"Garrick, are you in any trouble? Looking at you like this, it won't be the wand that was made all night last night, right? "

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Ollivander with some concern.

As the few remaining old friends, he naturally didn't want anything wrong with Ollivander.

"Nothing, just made a wand last night and forgot the time. Just wait and take a break. Open the box and see this wand, it must be a perfect match for you. "

Ollivander yawned and waved his hand vigorously.

Only he knows how decadent he was last night.

Obviously he has worked hard all his life, and he thinks that his ability to make wands is at the peak.

The result is not comparable to the wand that death made casually.

Even if he knew that what he lost was not craftsmanship, but the gap between mortals and gods.

But he still felt unwilling!

So for the whole night, he hid in the house, frantically making wands to vent his unwillingness.

"Mr. Ollivander, you should pay attention to your body. You have more to do, you have to make wands for more wizards, there is no need to pursue that legend. "

Arthur took the box and somewhat helplessly persuaded Ollivander.

Ollivander gave him elderberries yesterday and showed him kindness.

Now he should persuade Ollivander to put down the stone that weighs on his heart.

"You don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing. I'm not as vulnerable as you think, just a little unwilling. Don't talk about me, try that wand. "

"The body of this wand is made of laurel, and the core of the wand is made of mature veela hair, twelve and quarter long."

Hearing Ollivander's introduction, Arthur's attention also shifted to the wand.

Arthur opened the box and saw a magnificent wand in light brown.

Why Rosewood?

Because around this wand, there is a little fluorescence, but I am not confident and can't see it.

Dumbledore stroked his bearded hand for a moment, and his face showed admiration.

"What a great wand! Ollivander, you are a master of wands! "

"It... Beautiful indeed! "

Arthur sighed and reached out to carefully pick up his wand.

As soon as the wand was in hand, a strange feeling suddenly appeared.

The wand seems to be a pump, constantly guiding Arthur's magic into the wand.

The magic power, which was originally working regularly, seemed to have found a catharsis, and a stream of brains poured into the wand.

This feeling was not only uncomfortable, but made Arthur's eyes narrow with some enjoyment.

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