Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

Snow was falling in the sky, sparse at first, and then getting heavier and heavier, as if the sky was full of goose feathers fluttering in the wind, and the white fluff blocked people's sight.

Browder apparated to Diagon Alley, preparing to pick out gifts for his two sisters and uncle's family.

Diagon Alley can be understood as the CBD of the Wizarding World, which is the commercial center. Various shops are here, and Gringotts, the bank of the Wizarding World, is also here.

No matter you are a black wizard or a white wizard, this is the best place for trading and selling stolen goods.

After walking around the bustling but old-building streets, Browder quickly finalized his Christmas gift.

I bought a warning stone for my eldest sister who is studying at Hogwarts. Whenever someone around her is malicious towards her, the stone will sound an alarm. It is a very good and practical item.

I bought a fairy tale book from the ancient wizarding world for my six-year-old sister, which included the short story of the three brothers and the God of Death.

As for his uncle's family, Browder chose a nice watch and silk scarf.

Browder cast a stretching spell on his suitcase, stuffed everything inside, and returned home fully loaded.

While passing by Ollivander's Wand Shop, Browder suddenly remembered that the wand he was holding no longer suited him and it was time to change to a new wand.

Because the wand is spiritual, it is the wand that chooses its owner, not the owner who chooses the wand.

I have replaced the original owner. This wand is very different from my own personality, and the match is not high. If I hold a wand that does not match my own, the spellcasting effect will be affected to some extent.

Ollivander's Wand Shop was passed down from ancestors, and the decoration and architectural style were too old.

This is not surprising. It was established in 382 BC, which can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The current owner is a descendant of the Ollivander family, one of the 28 pure-blood families. Basically all British wizards are here. Buy a wand.

Because of Christmas Eve, the store was filled with festive colors, with colorful firelights floating and shining everywhere, creating a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

The owner of the store, Ollivander, was dressed like Santa Claus. When he saw someone entering the store, he greeted him enthusiastically: "Are you here to repair a wand?"

"No, the previous wand doesn't suit me anymore. I'll get a new wand."

Ollivander shook the fake beard stuck to his mouth: "That's such a pity. Wands generally don't change their loyalty. This wand must be very sad."

"Yeah, I feel sorry for it too."

Ollivander finally studied the wand that Browder handed over and said carefully: "The wand is made of cypress wood and has a unicorn core. This length and elasticity, well... I remembered, you are Browder Library. Well, time flies so fast, you are so old in a blink of an eye."

Although he was prepared, Browder still found it a bit incredible. Although this magical old man could not remember every customer, he could remember every wand sold!

"I can feel that this wand seems to be lifeless. Okay, stretch out your arm and let me measure your arm span and finger length."

Browder obediently spread his arms and spread his fingers. A tape measure came over by itself and measured up and down Browder's body.

Browder's thoughts at this time were the same as Harry Potter's. Why should he test his measurements when buying a wand? Is there really any connection?

Ollivander got the data, thought for a moment, and found a dozen boxes containing wands from the cabinet behind him.

"Try this Mr. Browder, unicorn core, ebony, nine inches long."

Browder took it and waved it casually. An obscure and solid feeling came over him, as if he was running with weights on. He felt uncomfortable no matter what.

Ollivander snatched the wand from Browder's hand like a robbery: "Hmm, as expected, it seems that you don't like the loyal but mediocre wand core like the unicorn now. How about trying the one made of dragon heartstrings? ?”

After receiving the new wand, Browder was halfway through waving it when Ollivander snatched the wand away: "No, no, no."

After trying several in a row, Ollivander raised his eyebrows: "I have an idea."

He walked back to the shelves at the back, rummaged around carefully, and picked out a dusty wand box: "Try this one, made of beech, phoenix feather core, [-] inches, very elastic."

Before Browder took the wand, the wand emitted a soft and bright light. After taking the wand and waving it, Browder felt like he was walking in space. Every step he took was easy and smooth. .

The wand also seemed to be Browder's third hand, and he was very easy to use.

After using this wand, Browder felt that he would never use other wands again. It was like having seen 4K and high refresh screens, and then looking at those low refresh screens would feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ollivander exclaimed: "Perfect coordination, I haven't seen such a high degree of fit for a long time! It seems that this wand likes you very much."

"Thanks, I like it too, how much is it."

"Well, they are all rare materials, slightly more expensive, nineteen gold galleons."

When Browder heard the price, he felt a little sad. He was not a rich second generation like Harry Potter!

Fortunately, I usually don't have any expenses in Azkaban, and some prisoners will pay tribute to me, so I can still get this little money.

Counting fifteen gold galleons from the extended suitcase, Browder tightly grasped the wand that belonged to him, as if holding the hand of an old friend.

Browder remembered Sister Luck’s line: This feels really good.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Ollivander, Browder walked out of the wand shop.

He was shocked to find that the snow was falling even harder, and the snow on the ground had piled up, like pure white sand.

The wizards of Diagon Alley sang loudly again, and everyone held hands and danced together, celebrating the passing of the old year and the arrival of the new year on Christmas Eve.

I don’t know what happened to those two little girls.

Infected by this emotion, Browder suddenly thought of his two 'sisters'.

When I bring gifts home later, they will probably be very happy. Maybe they will hold my legs and call me brother.

Browder was full of expectations. He had never had the opportunity to feel family affection. Now he had two more sisters for no reason, as well as an uncle's family that he had subconsciously ignored. An unprecedented sense of expectation filled Browder's body.

Apparate.

Browder directly used his newly acquired wand to cast a spell. After a moment of earth-shaking distortion, Browder stood in front of his uncle's door again.