Hogwarts School of the Dark Arts

Jingle ~

As soon as I entered the store, the bell rang, alerting people inside that a customer was coming.

However, its appearance at this time is slightly unnecessary, because the store manager, Mr. Ollivander, is cleaning the shelves in the store...or rather, the wall of goods.

"Welcome, young wizard. I am the manager of our store and a staff maker. You can call me Ollivander. What should I call you?"

As he spoke, Ollivander took the birdcage from Xavier's hand and put it on the table aside. Then he "raised and lowered his hands" on Xavier, and also took out a ruler and pointed it at Xavier's arms, fingers and even eyes. The distance is constantly measured.

"As you can see, my name is Xavier, Xavier? 6? 1 Owen." Xavier nodded and said.

"Okay, Mr. Owen, I don't know which arm you are used to using? Is it your right hand?" Ollivander asked.

"Yes, but my left hand is also very flexible, but I don't use it as much as my right hand."

"Okay, then I need to measure your right hand again...please lift it up."

Xavier did as he was told, released his left hand from holding the box and lifted it up.

"Every Ollivander's wand contains super powerful magical substances, that's the essence of it. I used unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves.

Every Ollivander's wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same.

Therefore, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand. "

"Really? I don't believe it."

Ollivander paused and stared into Xavier's eyes.

Xavier looked away after a second and looked at the owl next to him.

"If it is true, as you say, that the wand chooses the wizard, then if I don't pay, will you give me the wand? Even if you give it to me, but I don't want it, does that mean that the wand was chosen wrong? A wizard? And if I not only don’t want that wand, but buy another wand, then what is the wand if it’s not my choice?”

"Mr. Owen, I will not sell you a wand that is not suitable for you." Ollivander immediately shook his head and said.

"Then you also lied, because that would mean you were helping the wizard choose the wand, rather than the wand you just said choosing the wizard...and you were forcing the wizard to choose the wand. After all, you are the only wand shop in Diagon Alley."

This time, Xavier began to actively make eye contact with Ollivander, but Ollivander quickly averted his gaze.

"Mr. Owen, I have a lot of wands here. If I don't help you, how will you choose?" Ollivander said calmly as he put away the tape measure.

"Can't you provide customized services to customers like Madam Malkin's robe store?"

Xavier smiled slightly and said, "See you!"

Xavier didn't confront Ollivander just to show off his quick words, but because the wand was too important.

It is an important piece of equipment that will follow Xavier for his whole life, so Xavier naturally wants to do everything possible to improve it.

"It's a pity, Mr. Owen." Ollivander shook his head: "Stand-making is a profound and extremely complex skill. Even I can't customize it unless we live together for many years. Let me treat you Familiar enough.”

"You have so many wands here. If I try them out enough, can't you tell me which one is best for me based on your experience?"

Ollivander suddenly fell into deep thought.

There is a play!

Xavier's eyes lit up, and he quickly added: "Although I don't know magic yet, I read the contents when I just bought the textbook. I am confident that I can learn the simplest magic in three days, and now it is so far away I still have enough time to start school.”

"No, no, no, Mr. Owen, you don't need to learn magic, you just need to wave the wand... I think what you just said is right, maybe... I can provide customization... But it still needs to be tested, and Worth a try. Do you have time today?"

today?

Xavier thought of his agent who was still waiting for him outside the candy store, and now the hour was getting closer and closer.

"I'm afraid not today, but tomorrow. From tomorrow until I enter school, I can always be here to cooperate with you." Xavier said after thinking.

"Okay, I just have to make some preparations in advance. See you tomorrow!"

After saying that, Ollivander actually left Xavier alone and dived into the inner room.

"Am I...opening the door to a new world for Ollivander?"

Xavier felt a little baffled and thought to himself that he didn't come up with any cross-generational ideas. Didn't clothing stores have this kind of service a long time ago?

But it's always a good thing.

Picking up the owl on the table, Xavier picked up the box and walked out of the wand shop and walked directly towards the alley where he came from.

After successfully passing through the wall without hitting it, Xavier successfully returned to the world he was familiar with.

After buying a large bag of candies and saying goodbye to the store manager, Xavier left the candy store. Sure enough, the agent's car was still there, but he himself was dozing off with a newspaper over his head.

Knocking on the car window to wake him up, Xavier got in the car and headed back to the orphanage.

After returning to the orphanage, Xavier first distributed the candies to his friends in the orphanage and other younger children. Then he returned to his room to pack his things and transferred all the things he packed before to the new luggage he bought today. in the box.

dong dong~

There was a knock on the door, and Xavier's heart suddenly lurched.

I opened the door and saw the dean.

The dean looked at the box on the ground and looked at Xavier silently. Xavier didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a while, the dean took the lead in breaking the silence.

"when are we leaving?"

"...Tomorrow, early tomorrow morning."

"So fast?!"

"Well... I have reached an agreement with them and will live directly in the school dormitory."

"Then... take care of yourself outside."

"Well, I will."

After a brief exchange, the two fell into silence again.

after awhile……

"Dean, I'm going to pack my things first."

"Huh? Oh, okay, I'll go see the others."

"That's right, Dean."

"How can I help you?" The dean who was about to leave immediately stopped and asked, but did not turn around.

"I really need your help with something... I have some things that I can't take away. Please help me pack them up tomorrow and share them with others."

"……it is good."

After watching the dean leave, Xavier continued to pack his things.

Before leaving the next morning, Xavier opened his suitcase, took out five thousand pounds from it, then closed the suitcase and placed it in a conspicuous place on the table, and put a letter on the suitcase addressed to the dean. letter.

"It's time to leave..."

Looking at the room again, Xavier took a deep breath, grabbed his suitcase and left the nest where he had lived for many years.

This farewell will have a return date.