hogwarts shady

Professor McGonagall led everyone through various strange shops and went straight to the most conspicuous snow-white building in the middle of the road.

"You need to go to Gringotts to exchange some money first." She said to the parents. "Wizards use metal currency. One gold galleons can be exchanged for seventeen silver Sickles, and one Silver Sickle can be exchanged for 29 copper Knuts. . Galleons and pounds are basically exchanged at one to five, so 100 galleons is enough."

"The weird exchange ratio, the person who revised the currency law in the wizarding world must be out of their minds." It was Bach who said this.

Justin's cousin immediately took over: "Have you never thought about using banknotes? It's hard for me to imagine that wizards have been using such primitive currencies for transactions. Doesn't Hogwarts teach finance?"

"Wizards have no concept of finance." Professor McGonagall looked a little embarrassed. She pointed at the ugly creature in front of the bronze door of Gringotts. "Our currencies are kept and handled by goblins. They are greedy and only care about precious metals. , disdainful of money made of paper.”

The goblin at the door seemed not to have heard her words, and bowed with a smile on her face, welcoming them in.

After passing through the second silver door, they entered a spacious marble hall.

The ugly fairies sitting at the counter were busy doing business.

Mag came to a counter in the corner, asked the three parents to exchange 100 Galleons each, and left under the goblin's heart-wrenching gaze.

"Let's go to Madam Malkin's first and buy the children's robes. Then let the children pick out wands. It may take some time. The parents will just follow me to buy the rest of the things." Mag was obviously very experienced and quickly Explained the next arrangements.

After coming out of Madam Malkin's Robe Store, each parent carried a large bag containing a complete set of uniforms for first-year students, which cost about nine galleons.

And the kids can't wait to get their own wands.Even Ryan was no exception. He was curious about what kind of wand he would be chosen.

Professor McGonagall took them to a small and shabby shop on the south side of Diagon Alley. The sign on the door was stained with paint and read "Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 380 BC." .The display window on the side was covered with dust, and a small wooden stick was placed alone inside.

"That's it." She gently pushed the three children and motioned for them to walk in.

With a jingling bell behind the door, Ryan and the others walked into the store. They turned around and saw Professor McGonagall waving outside the door and leaving with the parents.

"Good morning." A soft voice came from behind the three of them.

It was an old man with very pale eyes, which made Ryan wonder if he had nebula.

"Oh, three talented little wizards, I think you must be the new students of Hogwarts." He said in a brisk tone, "Yes, yes, I am the shopkeeper here, Ollivander. Every year you can see little When a wizard is selected with a suitable wand, it is the greatest compliment to me. I look forward to my work shining in your hands, so who will try it first?"

Justin and Ryan's eyes fell on Hermione at the same time.

"Ladies first," the two boys said in tacit agreement.

"Okay." Hermione took a deep breath and walked forward with her head held high.

Mr. Ollivander took out the tape measure and let it float in front of Hermione's eyes. He climbed onto the shelf and asked, "What is your dominant hand?"

"Right hand." Hermione's voice was a little unnatural, and the tape measure was already moving up and down as she spoke.

As the measuring tape measured, Ollivander continued to take out some from the long and narrow cartons stacked to the ceiling, and occasionally put some back.By the time the tape measure finished and fell to the ground, he already had a dozen cardboard boxes in his arms.

"Try this one." Ollivander handed over a wooden stick. "It's made of walnut wood and unicorn tail hair. It's eight and a quarter inches. It's very suitable for people with intelligence. Give it a try." Try it.”

Hermione waved stiffly, and there was a gust of wind in the air. Mr. Ollivander immediately took the wand away: "Oh, it doesn't like to follow the rules. Try this one, cold wool, unicorn tail hair, nine inches Long and very elastic.”

Hermione waved, and dozens of boxes shot out from the shelves and fell to the floor, almost making her cry.

She returned the wand tremblingly, and Ollivander had already taken out a new wand: "Here, this one, pear wood, phoenix feather... Oh, it doesn't seem to work... I like picky guests, this one, Apple wood, dragon heartstrings, extremely powerful...obviously inappropriate."

"Aha, that's what I should have thought of." Ollivander took out a wand, "Suitable for ambitious young people, grapevine wood, dragon heartstrings, ten and three-quarter inches."

A ball of firework-like golden-red flames exploded from the tip of the wand, causing a comfortable breeze to blow throughout the store.

"Look." Ollivander clapped his hands, "A perfect match. You will have great achievements in the future, miss."

Hermione couldn't help but puff up her chest and raise her head, and Ryan knew that this was a compliment that spoke to her heart.She held her wand carefully in her hand and glanced proudly at Ryan and Justin.

"Next..."

"I'll do it!" Justin jumped up, he was impatient.

Two minutes later, Justin took hold of his ash wand with a grimace, and it was a perfect match the second time.But after hearing Ollivander's compliment, he quickly smiled again and stroked his wand happily.

"Last one," Ollivander's hawk-like eyes fell on Ryan, "Which hand do you use, sir?"

"Right hand." Ryan turned his body and measured with the tape measure.

"Try this one, laurel wood and dragon heartstrings, a powerful combination, fourteen and a quarter inches."

As soon as Ryan took the wand, he felt as if he was holding a living creature, and it seemed to be desperately trying to break free from his control.Ollivander quickly put his wand back.

"It doesn't like lazy masters," Ollivander glanced at Ryan with interest, "This one is beech wood, unicorn tail hair, twelve inches long."

A warm feeling surrounded Ryan, but quickly faded, leaving only a persistent but faint red glow at the tip of the wand.

"Interesting, he likes you, but feels he is not suitable. I think I need to change to a stronger one. Let me see, pear wood, phoenix feathers, eleven and a half inches, an outstanding combination."

This time, Ryan felt the warmth flowing through his body more clearly, as if he was building a connection with himself, which made him feel a little weird, as if he was holding a small animal with life and thoughts in his hand.

"You can obviously use it, but it still chooses to give in. It's amazing that wands rarely show such obvious emotions." Ollivander held the wand obsessively, carefully returned it to the box, and took out another A wand, "Acacia wood, dragon heartstrings, thirteen inches, a contradictory but just right combination."

Golden sparks spurted out from the top of the wand, and Ryan seemed to hear a joyful cheer from the wand in his hand.Layers of constant warmth rushed into his body and returned to the staff.

But just when Ollivander thought the wands were successfully matched, the golden sparks on the tip of the wands suddenly flickered.At this time, everyone in the store heard a regretful groan coming from the staff.

Ollivander's eyes widened, and his silver-white pupils wandered back and forth between the wand and Ryan. After a while, he said in a sigh-like tone: "Terrible potential, but I think I know which wand is best for you." Got it."

He climbed back onto the shelf and took out a somewhat old cardboard box from the corner: "A few decades ago, I was young and powerful, my technology had almost reached its peak, and I was so arrogant that I happened to get rare materials - this It is indeed one of the best works I have ever made, but at that time I was only pursuing the height of technology, but ignored the cooperation between the wand and the wizard. It was proud, self-admiring, and unwilling to acknowledge any owner...

"Dragon Heartstring, from the most dangerous Hungarian pterosaur! With a black walnut staff, it is powerful and difficult to control, twelve and a half inches."

Ryan fell in love with this wand at first sight because it was so beautiful. The unique lines of black walnut were clearly visible on the wand. The special polishing made these lines themselves form a mysterious pattern. The addition of silver The frosted handle is made by hand, and you can really see the effort Mr. Ollivander put into it.

The moment he held the wand, the scalding heat penetrated Ryan's body along his palm, but soon disappeared as if wrapped in something.A large amount of golden flames sprayed and dripped from the tip of the wand, like an erupting volcano. This grand and wonderful scene lasted for several minutes before Ryan heard a vague dragon roar coming from the wand. At the same time, in the store, A gentle whirlwind blew.

"Ha! I knew it, a perfect match." Ollivander rubbed his hands together excitedly, "May I know your name, sir?"

"Ryan Franklin." Ryan looked at the fanatical old man in front of him uneasily and wanted to take a few steps back, but Ollivander grabbed his hand.

"Ryan, you have a unique wand-making talent. Few people can activate the characteristics of a wand so accurately." The eager light in Ollivander's eyes made Ryan feel uncomfortable, "Can you come work with me after graduation? You will definitely become the most famous stick maker in Europe!"