Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

When the Foley family walked into Gringotts, Eric even had the illusion that he had crashed into a press conference of a big star.

Several goblins wearing a mixture of suits and witch robes ran over, greeting Karl and Catherine from behind, and their attitude towards Catherine was even more enthusiastic than that towards Karl. They looked like Mrs. Welfare.

Especially one of the goblins. Eric saw with his own eyes that he had just received the pound from a father who brought his children to exchange gold galleons with a disgusted face. His expression seemed to have received something that disgusted him, and he said it with indifference. He said in a tone of voice: "The exchange of British pounds for Galleons is just an agreement signed between Gringotts and Hogwarts. The wizarding world does not need Muggle banknotes, and Gringotts only accepts the exchange of British pounds for 200 Galleons." .”

But when he turned around and saw the Foley family walking through the door, he immediately dropped the pound in his hand and rushed to Catherine, bowing his head to say hello.

"Do you know what is in our underground vaults? One of the vaults purchased in your mother's name is filled with gold. Otherwise, why do you think these unprofitable goblins have such a good attitude towards us? , they can’t wait to steal all the gold from your mother.”

When getting into the stroller, Carl held Eric next to him and whispered in his ear.

In fact, when the vault door was opened, even though Karl and Catherine reminded it many times on the way, they looked at the neat rows of gold galleons in front of them that reached the ceiling, and the gold nuggets piled randomly behind the gold galleons. When they reached the hill, Eric was still shocked and burped.

In the past, the reason why we have difficulty choosing is not because we are poor!

Catherine stuffed the pockets of his clothes with gold galleons, and the jingling sound of the constant collision reached Eric's ears, making him feel like he was transforming into Mr. Zhao while walking on the road.

"Let's buy you a wand first. Basically all wizard's operations are inseparable from the wand."

Karl led the two of them to the door of Ollivander's wand shop. Looking at the famous saying on the door sign that wand making began in BC, Eric couldn't help laughing when he walked in.

"Good morning!" The white-haired Mr. Ollivander walked out from behind the counter and bowed to the three people in front of him: "Mr. Foley and Mrs. Foley."

Turning his eyes to Carl, Ollivander smiled and said: "Mahogany, unicorn hair, eleven inches, Mr. Carl Foley, that's right!"

Karl smiled and nodded to Mr. Ollivander: "Yes, a wand that is very suitable for transfiguration."

"Is your wand okay after that terrible thing happened?"

Seeing Karl winking at him repeatedly, Ollivander sighed in hindsight, showed an apologetic look, rubbed his cheek and smiled: "As people get older, their memory is always confused."

As he spoke, his eyes turned to Eric, his silver-white eyes showed a bit of interest, and he said kindly: "You are a newcomer, but I can sense the magic power that is growing in you."

As he spoke, Mr. Ollivander took out a tape measure: "Which arm do you prefer to use your wand with?"

"Well, I'm good at both hands."

Mr. Ollivander's brows rose, and then he took out a tape measure and smiled: "He is good with both hands. He seems to be a picky customer."

The tape measure automatically unfolded and continuously rotated around Eric's body, measuring various aspects of data.

Eric has always been confused about this. Why does Ollivander, who has always insisted that the wand choose a wizard, measure the body data instead of customizing the wand according to the data.

"Let's try this one."

The tape measure had finished measuring at some point. It curled up and fell at Eric's feet. Ollivander pulled out a box from the shelf on the right side of the room and held it in front of him: "Hawthorn, Snake nerve, nine inches long.”

"Don't be stunned, just wave your hand and see." Mr. Ollivander reminded him when he saw Eric standing blankly holding the wand.

Eric waved, and a strong wind blew out from the tip of the wand, blowing several unboxed wands on the counter everywhere.

"Try this again, wicker, unicorn hair, eleven inches."

"Bang~" On the shelf on the right, a dozen wands and boxes flew out together.

"Ebony, phoenix tail feathers, twelve and one-half inches"

"Boom~" The shelves behind the counter fell apart.

……

"A picky guest!" Mr. Ollivander, who restored the room to its original state, seemed to become a little excited, as if he had discovered a rich treasure, and quickly rummaged in the cabinet: "Then, try this one, Aspen, dragon nerve, twelve and three-quarter inches long.”

When the wand was put into Eric's hand, a strange feeling surged out of his body. Bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air around him, flashing around him. The hand holding the wand also became warm. As he waved, a small, slender, thunderous Eastern dragon emerged from the tip of the staff, circled around him twice, and then dissipated into the air.

'Bindable equipment detected: Wand - Thunderbolt Aspen, Mutant Dragon Nerve, twelve and three-quarter inches.

Attribute bonus: +15% spell casting speed, +5% additional magic power consumption, +15% magic power, +35% increase in attack magic power, 65% increase in lightning magic power, and a chance to paralyze the enemy when using lightning magic. State, the paralysis state is triggered every 0.3 seconds, every 1.5 seconds, and lasts for 10 seconds. '

Mr. Ollivander exclaimed excitedly: "Perfect, so perfect."

Eric nodded and said inwardly: I think it's perfect too, but the magic power consumption attribute bar is a bit counterproductive. Can I apply for a remanufacturing process?

Mr. Ollivander took the wand from Eric's hand, packed it with purple silk cloth, and explained to him with a smile: "This wand was not actually made by me, Mr. Foley, it was made by my father. You know, about a few decades ago, a war broke out in the magical world, especially on the Eastern Front. The war was quite tragic. At that time, our wizards from the Ministry of Magic also rushed to the battlefield and participated in the killing. Countless evil dragons. But among them, there is a mutated dragon that can control thunder and lightning, which is particularly powerful. Magicians from many countries have been seriously injured and defeated by him. Because of its power, Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in Britain and France We had to work together and kill it on the spot."

Having said this, Mr. Ollivander paused, put the wand into the box, continued to tie a knot on the box with a colorful ribbon, and said: "Originally, according to the characteristics of dragon creatures, the more powerful the dragon draws from its body, The longer the nerves came out, but this giant dragon was different. It had nearly three times the size of an adult dragon, but only half the nerves of a regular giant dragon. After my father's efforts, this dragon's nerves were finally sold to my father. Mr. Welfare, dragons often have evil connotations, especially this powerful dragon. Its dragon nerves become more and more powerful. But after my father tried a lot of materials, he found that poplar wood is actually equivalent to this dragon nerve. The fit actually goes against the principles of wandology, but it just happened like this."

"Mr. Foley, the wand chooses the wizard. The wizards who use the poplar wand are all of high moral character and powerful. I believe that it has chosen you and will definitely help you achieve great things."

At the end of his speech, Mr. Ollivander handed the packed wand to Eric, his tone gradually becoming serious.

Eric took the wand box from Ollivander and returned the favor: "Thank you for your compliment, I will do my best."

When they said goodbye to Ollivander and walked out of the store, Eric remembered what he had said to Carl before. From the original work, Mr. Ollivander could clearly tell the data of the wands he sold and the people who bought the wands. , his memory should be quite good, and such a craftsman should not be the kind of person who can confuse things.

But when Eric raised his doubts to Karl, Karl first looked at Catherine. Seeing his wife shaking her head slightly, he smiled and hugged Eric and changed the subject: "Mr. Ollivander Didn't I say that he remembered it wrong because he was old? By the way, son, what kind of owl do you want?"

From the two people's reactions, Eric guessed that there must be some secret involved, but if his parents didn't tell him, he couldn't continue to be entangled, so he had to turn his attention to the owl in the store.

After looking around, Carl finally bought a white snowy owl because of its extremely good looks.

What makes Eric most satisfied is that except for the eyes and sharp beak, this snowy owl has no color at all from head to tail.

Eric held the cage, touched his chin and looked at the snowy owl, muttering to himself that if it was well trained, it would be the perfect choice for it to get into the snow and serve as a scout.

"I'll call you Teemo from now on."