Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

Early the next morning, Mira woke Stephen up. After the family had breakfast, Robert drove to the Leaky Cauldron with Stephen.

"Hi, Tom. Can you please open the door for us? As you can see, I have another little wizard in my family." Robert walked to the bar and motioned to the bar owner Tom.

"Hello, Robert, I'm glad to see your little wizard. What's your name, little guy?" Tom walked out of the bar.

"Stephen, Stephen Tony. Nice to meet you, Uncle Tom."

"Me too, Stephen. I think we have to hurry up. You should also know that there are some dangers recently. Come with me." Tom led Robert and Stephen to the trash can in the small patio.

"Count three pieces up, count two pieces horizontally, and click the wand three times." Stephen thought to himself, "Just like in the book."

The wall continued to shake, the bricks began to move, and a wide archway slowly formed, leading to a cobblestone street that seemed to have no end.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, I think I have to go back first. Robert, you can come for a drink when you are free."

"Thanks, Tom, of course I will come. Stephen, what do you want to buy first?"

"Dad, I think it's better to buy a wand first."

Just like many predecessors, you need to choose a wand first to show your uniqueness, right?

The two of them came to the Austrian Lifander Wand Store. In addition to the front desk, there was a small space for people to pass through, which was filled with boxes of various sizes.

In addition to Mr. Ollivander, there is another person in the store. Judging from his attire, he must be here to choose a wand.

"Welcome to Ollivander's wand store, but you two have to wait for the little wizard to finish selecting his wand first." Ollivander glanced at Tony and his son, and then turned his attention back to the little wizard who was trying on the wand. .

Stephen also took a look at the young man who was trying on the wand. He had a dark complexion, wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a common magic robe on the street. He looked bookish.

"Well, it seems that this one is not suitable either. Come on, try this one." Ollivander took out a box from a pile, took out the wand and handed it to the boy. "Beech wood, unicorn tail hair, twelve and one-third inches, reasonably strong."

The boy waved his wand, and a rainbow of light suddenly burst out from the top. "This is" he looked confused.

"Wonderful, really wonderful. I guess Ollivander would say this." Stephen looked at Ollivander, expecting him to say this classic line.

"It seems that this wand is suitable for you." Ollivander took the wand back, wrapped it, and handed it back, "Ten gold galleons."

The boy paid Ollivander the money, but did not leave quickly. Instead, he stood aside and looked at Stephen.

Stephen was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that Ollivander didn't say the word "wonderful".

"Mr. Tony, I'm glad to see you again. It seems like yesterday when you brought Jacob here last time. I remember him... emmmm... I'm sorry, Mr. Ren There are times when I have a bad memory.”

Ollivander smiled awkwardly, as if he wanted to lighten the mood: "Although what he did is quite bad, it cannot be denied that he is very talented."

"Come on, kid, let me take your measurements. By the way, what's your name?" Ollivander glanced at Stephen's eyes.

"Stephen."

"Well, let me think about it, I think this one should suit you." Ollivander walked into the depths of the store and found a box from inside, "Aspen wood, phoenix feathers, twelve inches, ten Hard, except for size, just like your brother's wand."

Stephen waved, but nothing happened.

"No, maybe you can try this." Ollivander took out a box from the drawer of the front desk, "To be precise, this is a failure. I originally wanted to try whether the oriental materials are as described in their legends. It was so miraculous, but the results were very bad.”

He opened the box: "It is said that there is a magical animal called Qilin in the East, but unfortunately, it seems to be just a legend. But I found another magical animal in the East, the iron-eating beast, and then used his tail hair to make this A magic wand. Here, try it."

Stephen picked up the wand. He suddenly felt an inexplicable swelling feeling, as if something was about to spray out of his body. The wand in his hand was vibrating violently, and then a black and white mist was sprayed out, covering the front desk area. Completely shrouded.

"Aspen wood, iron-eater tail hair, hard texture, nine and three-quarter inches." Ollivander waved his wand to disperse the fog.

"The wand chooses the wizard. It seems that you have a connection with the East. I hope you can use this wand well and don't do what your brother did. Seven gold galleons."

"Mr. Ollivander, why don't you say wonderful?" Stephen asked curiously.

Ollivander walked back to the front desk, "Stephen, why did I say wonderful?"

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." Robert took out seven gold galleons and placed them on the table, then pulled Stephen out of the store.

"Mr. Tony, can I join you? I can introduce you to the history of Diagon Alley." The boy waiting aside hurriedly followed the two of them.

"Of course, but it's not my first time here. Maybe I'm more familiar with this than you are." Robert looked at the boy with a smile, "But you can take Stephen with you, and I can go have a drink."

Is it really okay to leave your son to a stranger like this? Stephen had a question mark on his face.

"Stephen, my name is Rowan Kenna, nice to meet you." The young man extended his right hand to Stephen.

"Nice to meet you too, Rowan." The two held hands together and quickly put them down.

"Stephen, the money here should be enough for you. After you buy everything, you can spend it as you like, but remember not to buy anything illegal." Robert winked at Stephen and threw him a small bag.

"I should go have a few drinks. Come to the Leaky Cauldron to find Tom later. He will lead you to me." After that, Robert left.

"Stephen, is Jacob Tony really your brother? What is your impression of him?"

"Stephen, what kind of decorations would it be better for me to buy later and wear on my body?"

"Stephen, you said..."

Along the way, Rowan lost all the bookishness he had at the beginning. Instead, he seemed like an excellent chatterbox, constantly asking Stephen this and that.

In the process, Stephen also learned that Rowan's family ran a tree farm and supplied many materials to Ollivander's Wand Shop every year. Rowan wants to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after graduation, and his biggest hobby is reading.

Judging from the amount of knowledge Rowan showed him, he might actually become the youngest professor at Hogwarts after graduation.

Of course, it was best not to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. He didn't want his new best friend to meet Merlin at such a young age.

And Rowan also discovered that Stephen was not a heinous villain like his brother Jacob wrote in the newspaper. On the contrary, he had a sense of justice and despised the behavior of the Death Eaters.

But anyway, after a friendly conversation, the two quickly became good friends.

"Stephen, you are right. This scarf really suits me. It makes me look more like a knowledgeable person." At this time, they had finished buying most of the things and came to the Eela Owl Store. in front of the door.

"Rowan, don't you buy it?" Stephen found that Rowan didn't seem to have any idea of ​​buying a pet.

"Oh, no, I already have Watson, a very smart orange cat. I think you will meet him later."

Stephen nodded and turned his attention to a very quiet owl, because this owl seemed to have been looking at him, or in other words, observing him since he entered the store.

"That's a grass owl, a very common owl." Rowan noticed Stephen's gaze and looked at the owl.

"I think it might be special." Stephen whispered something that only he and Rowan could hear, "Maybe it is smarter than your Watson, so I decided to buy it."

After buying the owl, this trip to Diagon Alley is over. As for what Robert said about buying casually, he will lose if he takes it seriously.

As for the grass owl he just bought, out of some bad taste, Stephen named him Holmes to match Watson.