The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

Mr. Ollivander, who lives in Diagon Alley, always likes to admire the surprised expressions of young wizards who come into the shop for the first time. Some of them are greeted by the sign at the door of the shop, "Making wands since 382 BC." "I was shocked, and then showed an expression of disbelief, please, please, will Mr. Ollivander still cheat.

He has always claimed that he is the best wand maker in the whole of Britain and even Europe. Maybe when the wand he has been thinking about is made, he can change the title to "the best in the world".

This is the last month before the start of school at Hogwarts. Since the beginning of the month, many young wizards, accompanied by their parents, have come to buy wands. Mr. Ollivander is sitting quietly on the workbench behind the counter. In front of him, when someone opened the door and came in, he stood up. Those silver eyes came in handy at this time. Such a pair of lights emerging from the darkness always made the little wizards realize what mysterious magic is.

Then, he can show off his memory that is still alive even though he is very old in front of the stunned children. Mr. Ollivander enjoys his chattering. Talking to the children always makes him happy. He is a good old man who is willing to give children happiness.

When he opens the door in the morning, Mr. Ollivander usually organizes his shelves, sweeps the dust, and checks the wands. They are like his own children. Before they choose a wizard and leave home, he has to take good care of them tenderly.

Jingle Bell.

The door was pushed open, and a handsome man with platinum blond hair walked into the store with a boy with the same hair color, oh, and a girl with black hair.

"It turns out to be Mr. Malfoy, is this your son Draco? I woke up very early and was wondering when this child would come over to buy a wand. If he didn't choose to inherit the wand from an elder in the family... "

"I wouldn't take a second-hand thing that's been full of dust...are they all wands?"

Draco walked into this store for the first time. He rummaged around the boxes on the shelves rudely. Old Malfoy frowned: "Be quiet!"

Then, the man turned around gracefully and gave up his body so that Mr. Ollivander could see the girl behind him.

"This is Miss Nagini. She came here today to buy a wand."

Nagini, who looked curious, was still wearing the snakeskin dress today, her disheveled hair was pulled up in a retro style, and her oriental face made Mr. Ollivander look thoughtful.

"Beautiful lady, this must be your first time here, right?"

"No, I came once."

Nagini's answer confused Ollivander, and he began to doubt his memory, but the girl turned to look at Lucius before he could say anything more.

"How do we buy it? Are we going to point a magic wand at this shopkeeper and force him to give me one?"

She remembered that this was what Neo did last time. The old man felt extremely wronged at the time, but she didn't understand the British wizarding society. This might be a strange way of trading.

"No, no, no, we just need to pay. Mr. Neo said, let me accompany Miss Nagini throughout your shopping in Diagon Alley today. I will pay for all the expenses."

"Yes, I don't have any money. This dress is all good, but it doesn't even have any pockets."

Nagini nodded without any embarrassment, just like the shameless Neo.

"I heard Draco say that buying a wand is a very interesting thing, so I decided to come to Diagon Alley. Neo was a little angry. He originally planned to make me a wand himself, but his wand was too It's ugly, and there's always a weird curse attached to it..."

She poked her head around, like the restless Draco, but girls are always more tolerable than naughty boys. Ollivander interjected with a smile: "Your elders also know how to make wands?"

The majesty of the wand maker allowed him to maintain a gentle smile, but his eyes were already filled with scrutiny. Who was attaching magic to the wand, the German Gregovich, or the wizard from the East?

The dispute in the industry competition did not break out. Nagini mentioned Neo and then didn't want to talk about him anymore. Today, she clearly agreed to accompany her to walk in Diagon Alley, but as soon as he got here, he walked to another street. A place called Knockturn Alley, and she was told that she was too young to go there.

This excuse...

"Mr. Ollivander, pick one for Draco. I'll take a look first."

Nagini politely let Draco go first, because the original house was destroyed, and Neo ordered Dobby to repair it, but the magic of time was not something that an elf could spy on, and it had been struggling for almost half a month.

During this period, Neo took her to stay at Malfoy Manor, and she and Draco became familiar with each other. This child always looked arrogant, and the reason why he was allowed to come first was because in Nagini's memory, Draco Ollivander's wand making was always accompanied by darkness and ominousness. If Ollivander was like this and Draco suffered a loss, then she would know how to guard against it.

Draco raised his chin slightly, Ollivander nodded, took out a flexible small ruler, measured his forehead, arms and other places before taking one from the shelf behind him. A magic wand.

"Try it, eleven inches, iron birch, fire dragon heart tendon, a very powerful wand."

Draco took it curiously, and now he showed the curiosity of a child. As soon as the wand was lifted from his finger, Ollivander immediately pulled it back, "It's not it, no, come on, try this One, nine inches, of redbud..."

Nagini watched the wands sometimes emit flames and sometimes emit black smoke in Draco's hand. Finally, when Draco showed an obvious expression of surprise, Ollivander touched his chest and collar proudly.

"Exactly ten inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn hair, reasonably elastic."

The wand smoothly lit up a ball of white light in his hand, and Nagini also felt it was magical. It turned out that buying a wand was like matching keys, and he tried them one by one.

It's very different from Neo's wand, which was made by killing a few mice as sacrifices.

"It's my turn, let me see."

She jumped happily next to Draco. She was obviously a head taller than Draco, but she acted more childish than him.

......

"Are you ready?"

Neo stepped into Knockturn Alley, a stone street that was always filled with sewage. Quirrell was already waiting here.

"Yes, Master, 24 people, one is not less than one."

After a while, Death Eaters in black robes walked out of the dark alleys on both sides one after another. They came to the British mainland last night through the portkey sent by Dobby. They repaired a little and ate some bread. They flew non-stop to Knockturn Alley on a broomstick. The Death Eaters' signature way of rushing was too ostentatious, but the cold night wind made it easier for them to accept it than the dungeons of Azkaban, and it was too acceptable.

Neo had to send Quirrell to restrain these madmen who wanted to fly into space on broomsticks.

"Okay, remember, no wizard can be killed unless threatened."

The black mist on everyone's faces remained unchanged, and Neo frowned: "These dark wizards are all workers who will build the North Sea Aquaculture Farm next time. If anyone kills one of them, he will do the extra work!"

Everyone immediately remembered the pain of being immersed in the cold sea water to build the magic network, and they all shuddered.