Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

After Chris and Professor McGonagall finalized the matter about the Forbidden Forest Hegemony, Chris took some time to go to Diagon Alley. Compared with Lockhart, his courses were too easy. Senior students had to learn things with a certain foundation. It's fast, and he only has three classes a week.

Coming to the Leaky Cauldron through the fireplace, Chris patted the dust on his body and found that it couldn't be wiped clean.

"Tom, it's time to clean the stove," Chris said to himself.

"Mr. Will, I'm very sorry. There seem to be too many people using the fireplace today." Old Tom walked over with his waist bent and commanding the broom.

"Is there any recent news from Diagon Alley worth sharing?"

"Hoho, everything is fine lately, sir. I haven't enjoyed this kind of peace for many years since Minister Fudge took office." Tom praised in his bellows-like voice.

Fudge?Chris shook his head and smiled without saying anything.

I had been with him for a while, and just like in my memory, he was like a dog on a chain. He did not dare to say anything in the face of a strong enemy, and would only show his prestige to the "soft persimmon" Dumbledore and the "soft persimmon" who encouraged him to fight. The weak mascot Harry also chose to tuck his tail in the face of the increasing strength of the United States Ministry of Magic, destroying the last bit of the British wizarding community's international status.

In summary, he is a good person, but only a good person.

"I heard that there has been a lot of effort recently in searching for dark magic items? Many people have been lost?"

"Sir, it's useless for you to ask me about this kind of thing. Why don't you ask your former colleagues?" Old Tom declined smoothly.

Do you think I don't want to ask? Delis has been busy during this period, and letters from the Ministry of Magic are not safe all the time.Chris secretly cursed that he had only inferred it from a few words and wouldn't have asked if he really knew the details.

This incident should be the Minister of Magic's last tough move. After being secretly warned by several holy pure-blood families headed by the Malfoy family, he has never been tough again and has been pretending to be peaceful.

After sorting out the clothes and walking to Diagon Alley, he unexpectedly didn't see Diana and Elaine in the teahouse. The clerk said that they left for the United States last night to inspect the store. Chris looked at the exaggerated decoration style in the store and thought about the United States. How long can the store be open?

It's not that he doesn't believe his own inference, but Elaine and Diana look like Wolong and Fengxiao.

Perhaps the most correct thing the MacMillan family did was to deprive Diana of her status as heir, otherwise the legacy that had been passed down for thousands of years might be destroyed in the present day.

"Chris, welcome, you haven't been here for a while." Garrick Ollivander came out to greet him at the entrance of the wand shop, which was rare.

"Garrick, you seem to know that I'm coming over?" Chris hung the windbreaker on the hanger. The fireplace in the store was a little bright, and he felt a rush of heat when he entered the door.

"Haha, I feel like I have a distinguished guest coming today. I've been waiting for a long time." Ollivander slowly closed the door and lit a cup of tea with his wand. "What's the matter with you today? Is there something wrong with the wand?" Mr. Will."

"No, I'm here to talk to you about a big deal today." Chris said casually lying on the chair.

"Big business? Tell me, my good friend." Ollivander's cloudy eyes seemed to be a little brighter.

"Hogwarts plans to order a batch of wands, about thirty."

"Ordering a wand? Do you have any requirements?"

Chris carefully recalled the request in his mind: "Write the magic spell on it, and it only takes a little bit of magic to communicate and release it, and the power is fixed..."

"Aha, I understand what you mean, you mean the toy wand?" Ollivander was a little surprised after hearing Chris' description.

Magic wand toys are one of the common toys that wizarding families buy for children who have not yet entered school. After Ollivander said this, Chris did feel a bit like it.

"Similarly, can you do it? You need to inscribe more than 100 common magic spells." Chris is very concerned about this, which determines whether he can successfully create the Forbidden Forest Hegemony.

"Of course, no problem." Ollivander raised his eyebrows with a slightly disdainful expression, as if to say who you looked down on.

We have been making staffs since 382 BC.

However, as an arms dealer, it is indeed a bit humiliating for you to ask him to switch his career to making toys, but if you want to make money, don't shiver.

"Just this kind of wand, coupled with a badge, its main function is..."

After another half-day of discussion, Chris and Ollivander finally finalized the combination of the wand and badge.

"Then order thirty sets first. How many Galleons will it cost?"

"How about a set of 35 Galleons?" Ollivander silently estimated, and then suddenly realized: "Mr. Will came out to order on behalf of Hogwarts? So do you think a set of [-] Galleons is okay?"

Chris glanced at him in surprise, this guy is quite good, but who are you looking down on!

Pattern, do you understand the pattern? Am I short of money?

"25 Galleons, how about a set of 25 Galleons." Chris extended a hand to indicate.

"25 Galleons... is a bit cheap." Ollivander hesitated with some heartache.

"Old guy, 25 Galleons is quite a lot. It's not a real wand. Even the core of the wand doesn't use expensive materials. It just allows you to put some effort into carving out the gold-making patterns. Stop pretending." Chris was a little impatient. Every time he went to a store like this, he felt helpless because he couldn't negotiate the price.

"Deal, Mr. Will." Ollivander smiled. "You have to know that knowledge is priceless, so you don't have to show such a disadvantaged expression."

"Nicholas Flamel said that knowledge is priceless, so forget it. There are three famous wand suppliers. You can't even have a monopoly. How can you say it is priceless?"

Ollivander was so mocked by Chris that he was speechless: "Chris, are you sure you want to take a look at your wand now? I can make it cheaper for you this time."

"No, I'm going to make a wand myself. I have to learn this craft, otherwise I'll keep giving you money."

"Haha, I hope you can make a wand that you are satisfied with. If not, remember to come to me and I can customize one for you." Ollivander said, grabbing his silver-white hair.

"Thank you for your kindness. How long will it take for the first batch of wands and badges?" Chris stood up and planned to leave.

"One month at the latest, I can mail it to you after Halloween."

"By the way, I also need to ask you to customize a wand. Willow wood, fourteen inches, unicorn tail."

"no problem."

Chris left with satisfaction, Ollivander's guarantee was quite reliable.