Spell Players at Hogwarts

How rich is a wizard school principal?

Take Dumbledore as an example. The silverware, pensieve and other alchemical products on the table are absolutely priceless.

Maybe it's not that rich on Gold Galleons, but wealth is the most meaningless thing to Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore doesn't die, Hogwarts can be regarded as the private property of the Headmaster. That's right. Nothing wrong?

So what if you want to change it to your own family?

"A total of three thousand Galleons, sir!" The goblin held the key in his hand. "According to the information, there are still three thousand Galleons stored in the Kristoff family's treasury. Gringotts is honored to serve you."

"Three thousand Galleons?" Lynch frowned. Three thousand Galleons sounds like a lot, but in fact, buying a top-notch broomstick is almost seventy-seven or eighty-eight dollars.

However, Lynch was definitely not a fan of Quidditch, broomsticks or anything like that.

"Do you want to take it out here? If you do, since it is a cross-border service, Gringotts will charge [-]% of the fee." The goblin showed an ugly smile, and the greed in his eyes almost overflowed. .

"Take it out."

After thinking for a moment, and after consulting Meadows, Lynch decided to withdraw all the money.

After all, in view of his own situation, Kodostoris has refused to accept his admission. Strictly speaking, he should be regarded as... a black household?

It was lucky that the bank was not blocked. As for Gringotts Bank in the Soviet Union, maybe what was waiting for Lynch just after entering the country was the Soviet Auror's wand?

However, the ten percent fee...

In all his life, Lynch has never suffered like this.

When he heard Lynch's answer, the goblin in charge almost burst into laughter.

There's nothing cuter than a gold galleon, and indeed, for a potential client like this, a local vault in the UK wouldn't be too much to ask, right?

There are also various financial products, and no one knows how to sell them better than Goblin.

"Gringotts Private..."

"Okay, stop it, I don't want to apply for a card!" Lynch raised his hand and interrupted the goblin's sales pitch. There are also damn financial products, and there is an IQ tax that is inevitable wherever you go.

After taking the bag containing the gold galleons away from the goblin, Lynch took a vicious look at the hall with arrogant colors.

Grab this sooner or later!

"Then Mrs. Shafik..." The goblin turned his attention to Meadows, but Meadows seemed more tired of dealing with the goblin.

After Meadows casually took out several hundred Galleons, Lynch couldn't understand his adoptive mother for the first time.

Meadows also has a vault?

However, Meadows did not give Lynch any extra time to think. When the three returned to Diagon Alley, a spirit called hardness spread out of Lynch.

"Then let's go to Madam Malkin's first."

Meadows' tone was very firm. It was indeed difficult for two grown men to have any say in things like shopping.

Lynch's clothes are very simple. After measuring the size, there is basically no choice. But if it were changed to Meadows...

I have to admit that tying Happy to the door for more than an hour without being able to move is definitely a punishment for the dog. What's worse is that Meadows and Madam Malkin seemed to have completely forgotten that there were two other people during the discussion. exist.

This damn robe shop doesn’t even have a bench?

"It looks like you may have to do it by yourself next time." John covered his lower back with his hands, "By the way, is there anyone selling car paint in Diagon Alley?"

"There should be some magic paint." Lynch said uncertainly, "I think their newspapers can move. Maybe there will be paint that makes the patterns move. Maybe you can consider printing Happy on it. "

On the highway, a fast-moving Ford sped by, and then suddenly a husky jumped out from the front of the car?

John seemed a little moved. It was not very important whether he was a Husky or not. The main thing was that he had never experienced it before.

"Perhaps you can also find someone to modify it, such as expanding the space and adding some cloaking devices. Otherwise, wizards' brooms can fly to the sky, so there is no reason why cars can't."

"Doesn't this cost a lot of money?" John hesitated, but then he thought about the World Cup and the income from stocks, "How about you ask me later?"

"No problem!" Lynch nodded in agreement, and gave John a high-five pretending to be mature. No matter what age they are, boys will always be fascinated by such weird settings.

Time passed again for half an hour, and just as Lynch and John were discussing the issue of nitrogen acceleration, Meadows seemed to finally think of her poor husband and child.

The main reason is that Madam Malkin can't produce the finished product for the time being, otherwise Meadows may need more time.

After returning to the streets of Diagon Alley, the shopping session for the beginning of the school year finally got back on track.

In fact, Diagon Alley was extremely crowded at this time. Almost all Hogwarts students came here on time to make purchases. However, considering that Harry Potter enrolled in 1991, he was one year early. Lin Qi naturally had no intention of hanging around.

"I think I need a wand."

"I knew it." Meadows took Lynch's hand, "This way you won't have your thoughts on me. Let's go, Ollivander's, that's the best."

After just moving a distance of less than 50 meters, Lynch's family of three arrived in front of a small store.

The door panel of the store is a little worn, and the original gold-painted fonts are also a little peeled off, but the high-hanging plaque contains content that cannot be ignored.

Ollivander: Made fine wands since 380 BC.

Professional cane making for more than 2000 years?

Wouldn't it mean that the Ollivander family had been making staffs since before the beginning of Merlin's time?

Tsk, if I were an Ollivander, I would definitely write on it that Merlin's wand was made by Ollivander.

There's no shame in advertising.

After suppressing his inner excitement, Lin Qi couldn't wait to push open the store door. A string of wind chimes sounded from nowhere, breaking the silence in the store.

"Good morning!"

Before everyone could come in, a white head emerged from the shelf.

Hey, what should I say, just a good guy?

"Mr. Ollivander?" Lynch took a deep breath, and then looked at the white-haired old man driving his mount, a wooden ladder. This familiar way of appearing was probably to create a tense atmosphere?

"Ah, new friend, welcome, welcome!" Ollivander said tremblingly, and his yin and yang tone really gave people an inexplicable sense of mystery out of thin air.

"Mr. Ollivander." Meadows also spoke at this moment. Perhaps it was because he hadn't set foot here for too long. Dressed in Muggle fashion, Meadows was absolutely different from the image of a witch in the past.

Anyway, no witch would choose high heels on the cobblestone road, right? How on earth does Meadows walk?

"Ah, Miss Shafik... now I should say, madam." Ollivander seemed to have just recognized the person, "This scene seems like yesterday, apple wood, unicorn hair, eleven inches Long, right?”

"Your memory is still so good."

"Ah, yes, the Shafik family's first unicorn adapter." Ollivander said with some regret, "In the past, your family preferred the fire dragon nerve."

"Ah, yes, but I'm not here for myself this time." Meadows put his arm around Lynch's shoulders, "I need my son to buy a wand."

"It's the wand that chooses the wizard Mrs. Shafik." Ollivander shook his head, not satisfied with Meadows's tone of purchase.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Ollivander, but each wizard may have many wands, right? We need to choose the most suitable one among them."

Lynch: (￣ー￣)

So it’s really okay for Meadows to say this?

However, Ollivander obviously does not intend to argue with Meadows. Everyone pursues different goals. He has seen too many similar problems, not to mention that Ollivander also has an impression of Meadows. This witch is Very courageous and straightforward.

"Then this Shafiq..." Ollivander aimed his gaze at Lynch.

"My name is Lynch Christopher, sir!" Lynch said quickly, "Hogwarts first year student."

"Ah, Mr. Christopher?" The old man looked confused, but John's presence seemed to explain everything.

The surname Shafiq has long since become a thing of the past.

"Ah, yes, I am the adopted son of Meadows. If it weren't for Meadows, I'm afraid I would still be in the orphanage." Lynch said nonchalantly. This was not something difficult to say.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kristoff, but please remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard." Ollivander said in a condescending voice, and Ollivander didn't intend to mention more about Meadows' past. , just talking about the orphanage.

Maybe it's like this as you get older?

"Orphanage?" Ollivander paused, "Traces of magic often tell people a lot of things. I remember that decades ago, I also received a young wizard. Just like you, he He also came from an orphanage, and the traces surrounding him are so distinct.”

"Ah, I remembered," Ollivander patted his head, "yew wood and phoenix tail feathers, a contradictory yet exquisite pairing. I originally thought it would stay in the display window forever."

"But it still welcomed its owner, right?"

"It's all old history." Ollivander looked a little unnatural, "The wand chooses the wizard, and I just put them away and wait for the fateful intersection."

Ollivander's movements stopped, he looked Lynch up and down, and finally stopped at Lynch's eyes.

"You've started practicing magic, right?"

"Ah, I have tried a few." Lynch nodded, "Does it matter?"

"It's nothing. I haven't seen such high energy for a long time. I think we can rule out Mrs. Shafiq's match now, right?"

As he spoke, Ollivander turned back to the numerous shelves.

In fact, Ollivander is a world-famous staff maker and the leading businessman in Diagon Alley.

On the premise of successfully monopolizing the wand market in China, it is also able to remember the name and wand style of every wand buyer. This is definitely a very impressive and pretentious thing.

People are naturally in awe of Ollivander. After all, even the guy who eats his own food can take care of everything. I think no one will have trouble with such a top arms dealer.

However, the old man obviously didn't wear his glasses when he got up today. Facing the new little wizard and his adoptive parents, the classic "What wand did your parents use, what wand did your grandparents use," but a similar routine was Useless.

Gee, can you say without hesitation that the joy of selling wands has suddenly been reduced by more than half?

However, incorporating new people sounds pretty good, and at least the widest range of choices is also a very challenging task.

Brand new means that Lynch has the potential to try every wand in the store.

Of course, it might just be once.

"Which hand do you prefer?"

"Yeah, hands."

Ollivander: (￣ー￣)

"I mean, the right hand will be stronger, right?" Lynch said with a smile, but Ollivander obviously did not intend to accompany Lynch to the skin.

A small tape measure began to measure Lynch's size from shoulder to fingertips, from elbow to wrist, and from fingertips to the floor...

For a short while, Lin Qi only knew that all the information about his body had been leaked, including height, arm length, palm distance, and body measurements. At the end, after measuring the circumference of his head, the measuring tape slipped down his neck and became cold. The tape measure fit tightly against Lynch's fair skin.

No, this batch...

Lynch looked up with a solemn expression, and successfully suppressed even the question of asking Ollivander if he wanted to make clothes for himself.

Don't ask why, Taipi is really easy to get beaten.

However, the principle of tape measure operation also successfully aroused Lynch's interest.

While chatting and laughing, you can tie people's necks and take their heads. Magic is indeed more than just magic.

I think back when Grindelwald fought in Paris, the most provocative Frenchman in Europe almost set the whole Paris on fire.

This can be regarded as the pinnacle of breast-feeding. If I say it will blow you up, I will blow you up.

"Every Ollivander's wand contains a powerful magical substance. This is its essence, Mr. Kristoff."

"I usually use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves."

"Every Ollivander wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are alike... and of course, if you use a wand that belongs to another wizard, you never will. Such a good effect.”