Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Mr. Ollivander was shaking violently: "I have been making wands for 60 years, and I have never encountered anything like this!"

"Um, Mr. Ollivander." Jerry asked worriedly, "Can this wand still work?"

"Not now." The old man shook his head, "You need to perform the spiritual enlightenment ceremony again to restore its spirituality."

"Child," he looked at Jerry, "wands are the wizard's companions, not tools. Communicate with them with your heart."

"..."

I don't even know what happened!

Looking at Mr. Ollivander's meaningful eyes, Jerry was speechless.Years of experience told him that the old man must be thinking of something strange in his mind.

Mr. Ollivander looked much more cautious next. He thought for a long time before taking out a wand and handing it to Jerry.

"Eleven and one-half inches, oak and dragon's tendon, pretty tough... maybe you'll like it."

The wand began to tremble again when it came to Jerry's hand, and it was a little hot, making Jerry feel like he was holding a bomb that might explode at any time.

Mr. Ollivander quickly snatched it away.

"No, it doesn't suit you either...well...let me see..."

Mr. Ollivander did not hand over a new wand, but walked back and forth in the shop, tinkering with the pile of wand boxes.

Suddenly, he let out a cheer and pulled out a rather old purple velvet box from a dusty corner.

He carefully opened the box and found a black wand inside. It was slender, straight, and looked unattractive.

"This is my grandfather's experimental work, a replica of a certain wand. After so many years, I have not been able to find a suitable owner for it."

Mr. Ollivander stared at the wand reluctantly and sent it to Jerry: "Yes, I remember it very clearly, the yew wood and thestral tail feathers... quite a wonderful combination."

Jerry took the wand, and suddenly his fingertips felt hot, and a thick black mist began to fill the tip of the wand.

Black mist surrounded Jerry, and Mr. Ollivander seemed to see countless tortured pale faces rising and wailing in the black mist.

"Oh, this..." The old man rubbed his eyes and found that those faces disappeared again, as if what he saw just now was just an illusion.

He looked at Dumbledore for help, and Dumbledore's expression became quite serious: "Garrick, can you talk about this wand? About its peculiarities."

"As we all know, the Thestral is considered an ominous creature." Mr. Ollivander whispered, turning to look at Jerry, "Ordinary wizards will never be able to see the Thestral's true appearance throughout their lives. Legend has it that it It can give wizards the power to control death..."

[You frowned. As the Lord of Death, your extremely powerful talent was actually exposed by a stupid wand...]

No, no, no, I don't have any powerful talents. The only thing that has something to do with magic is the elementary black magic proficiency I got from Dumbledore.

[The old man in front of you is obviously suspicious of you, you have to find a way to get rid of him...]

Don't kill others easily!You should call it the Dark Lord Assist System!

[Ollivander firmly believes that you will become a great being that surpasses all Dark Lords and will receive the reward: Primary Soul Magic Mastery]

Finally, Mr. Ollivander accepted twelve galleons from Jerry and sent them out of the shop.

Looking at Dumbledore walking in front of him silently, Jerry felt that he should say something.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore..."

"Still thinking about what just happened?" Dumbledore said in a brisk tone, as if he was not affected at all.

"Yes," Jerry hesitated and nodded, "He gave me a... very bad feeling."

He was surprised to find that Dumbledore actually smiled: "Oh, if you ask me to tell you, you don't need to take what just happened to your heart."

"Perhaps due to his profession, Garrick attaches too much importance to what is contained in the wand - it cannot be called knowledge, it can only be said to be based on experience."

"I prefer to believe that rather than a magic wand, it is his heart that determines a wizard's success."

"Let me tell you a secret -" Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, "The core of the wand I am using now is also the Thestral tail feather."

It must be said that Dumbledore is quite charming, and Jerry's uneasiness suddenly eased a lot.

After all, before he traveled through time, he was just an ordinary social animal. His biggest goal in life was to make a little money, get a wife and have children, and honor his parents.

After traveling through time, not to mention your identity, just having a voice in your ears every day, deceiving you about some shocking things, is enough to be stressful.

After listening to Dumbledore's consolation, Jerry became more determined - I will just hug the protagonist's thigh and run a small role, it is best to make some small money.The three generations of Dark Lords and Lords of Death can be taken on by whomever they like, even if Jesus comes to persuade them, it’s useless!

……

Next, under the guidance of Dumbledore, Jerry bought the tin crucible needed on the school's list, a good-quality balance and a foldable brass telescope, quills and large rolls of sheepskin. Paper.And at the pharmacy, I bought enough medicinal materials for first grade students.

However, they did not go to the famous Madam Malkin's robe store for wizard robes. Instead, they went to a place called a second-hand robe store - there were many cheap second-hand robes here, and Jerry picked a set that fit the best.

Finally, they came to a small shop that looked quite shabby. An old wizard was lying on a rocking chair at the door to bask in the sun, with a pair of sunglasses on his nose.

Blocked from the sunlight by Dumbledore's tall figure, the old wizard pushed his sunglasses down, squinted and stared for a long time, and then said with a sneer: "Oh, look who is here, our famous Uncle Mr. Dumbledore."

Jerry was a little surprised. He had followed Dumbledore all the way. He had a deep understanding of Dumbledore's influence in the wizarding world, especially the elderly witches. Many of them even waved quills in their hands and wanted him to sign their robes. A name.

Friends of older women belong to yes.

The old wizard in front of me can't say that he doesn't have it, so he can only say that he hasn't seen it yet.

Dumbledore smiled good-naturedly: "Jack, I brought this child to buy first-grade textbooks."

The old wizard named Jack lazily pointed behind him where many books were piled randomly: "One galleons and two pounds, choose for yourself."

As Jerry passed by the deck chair, the old wizard suddenly said: "I'll give you a piece of advice, kid."

"I've seen a lot of guys that Dumbledore liked - just like you. Most of them ended up miserable."