Hogwarts time travel

"Loya! Loya!"

The sudden call broke the tranquility of the room, and also broke Luo Ya's sweet dream.

"I know, I know, what are you doing so loudly?" Loya rubbed his messy hair and opened the door, a strong smell of wood rushed into his nose, making him sneezed subconsciously.

"What are you doing?" Loya took the wood from the old man's hand reluctantly, and put it in the back studio.

"Materials for making wands." Ollivander glanced at him angrily: "I bought some ebony and plan to use them to make some new wands."

"Is it really necessary?" Loya was a little speechless, "There are so many wands that are not sold out, aren't you afraid that they will be backlogged?"

"It doesn't matter." Ollivander waved his hand indifferently, "We need to innovate. I plan to research some new wand materials."

"Then push it, I'll go back and sleep for a while."

"Come back to me!" Ollivander was furious. "You haven't paid off the roof money you owe me! Go to the front and show me the shop!"

"Is it illegal to use child labor in the wizarding world?" Loya muttered and walked towards the front counter.

When Loya disappeared, Ollivander smiled smugly: "I said to the public that you are my nephew, and this is not considered child labor."

Luo Ya naturally didn't hear it. Of course, even if he heard it, he wouldn't have the idea of ​​leaving here.

The reason is that he is not from this world at all.

In fact, he was an ordinary person in his original world. He came to the world of Harry Potter inexplicably. He fell from the sky and smashed the roof of Ollivander's wand shop. .

Of course, that's not too bad.

The bad thing is that he turned into a child ah ah ah! ! !

An adult in his 20s turned into a ten-year-old child inexplicably. To be honest, Luo Ya's mentality was a little bit broken at the beginning.

Later, as time passed, he gradually got used to it. Theoretically speaking, if Ollivander hadn't taken him in, he probably wouldn't have survived for three days with his ten-year-old body size and his identity as a black householder.

I wonder if there are human traffickers in the wizarding world.

Luo Ya's part-time job in the wand shop is actually quite leisurely. Ollivander's wand shop is small in size, and there is magic help in cleaning up. Luo Ya only needs to sit on a chair and look at the shop every day.

About the guests...

Since the wand is a durable product, a wand can even be passed down to the family without damage (see Ron for details), so the business of the wand shop will only be better when Hogwarts starts school. Ollivander suggested customization ideas, and only occasionally guests came, but Loya only needs to accept the materials and write down the requirements to coax them to leave.

Speaking of which, will I enter Hogwarts?Probably not, after all, I am a black householder, Hogwarts probably doesn't even know me.

Loya scratched his head, lying on the table pretending to be a salted fish.

This table was found by Loya from the utility room at the back in order to record the customer's custom-made wand requirements after he came.

Luo Ya began to think about the future. The fact that he became smaller was too outrageous. Could it be that he would stay with Ollivander for seven or eight years until he became an adult?

Stop talking!

Luo Ya was a little confused, wouldn't there be any benefits for traveling by himself?

Goldfinger?Golden thighs?

Blonde hair is fine too!

But there is still no movement on my body, it has been a week.

"Oh..." Luo Ya sighed, and continued to be his own salted fish.

The tinkling of bells broke the tranquility of the store. Loya raised his head, and the first thing that came into his sight was a giant. His face was almost completely covered by long unkempt hair and beard. The most striking thing was that he was like an obsidian. shining eyes.

Next to the giant's feet was a thin little boy with fluffy black hair and round glasses, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Why do these two people look familiar?

Loya jumped out of the chair with some doubts, and shouted at the back:

"Old man! There are guests!"

"Here we come!" Ollivander came out from behind, with sawdust still on his body, not like a wand shop owner, but like a carpenter.

"Good afternoon!" Ollivander seemed to be in a good mood, and greeted the two happily.

"Hello." The thin little boy replied somewhat cautiously.

"Oh, yes," said Ollivander with an "I knew it" look: "Yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, your eyes and your mother's It's exactly the same, and it's as vivid as yesterday that she came here to buy a wand. The one she bought was ten and a quarter inches long, and made of very beautiful cypress, and it was a splendid wand."

Harry Potter?

Loya looked at the little boy in surprise. Is this dwarf Harry Potter?The hero of this world?

But he, the leading actor, is really miserable. He has no parents and no luck. Everyone who hangs out with him has no luck. All of them died, even himself died once.

Loya didn't have the slightest sense of guilt for other people, and while secretly looking at Harry Potter, he listened to the old man's words.

Ollivander remembered everyone who bought wands from him very clearly, and when they came again, he would recite the data to deceive a wave of ignorant children.

To be honest, Roja had never seen Hagrid's huge figure in his previous life, but Ollivander was not afraid at all, and instead chatted with him gently.

"Great to see you again, Rubeus Hagrid . . . Oak, sixteen inches long, slightly curved, isn't it?"

"Not bad, sir."

"That's a nice wand, but I remember they broke them when they fired you?" Ollivander's expression suddenly became serious, which made Hagrid look a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Yes, they broke it, yes." Hagrid said bitterly, "I still keep the broken wand."

"But you don't use it, do you?"

"Oh, no need, sir." Hagrid subconsciously grasped the pink umbrella at hand.

Ollivander looked away from Hagrid, glanced at the umbrella in his hand, and smiled.

"Then let me see Mr. Potter."

Ollivander took out a measuring tape from his pocket, and the tape started to move automatically, measuring the data up and down Harry's body.

Ollivander turned and went into the shelf room and rummaged through it.

To be honest, Luo Ya, who measures the data, can fully understand it, but Luo Ya really can't figure it out, why did your tape measure go to the nostril?What's the good amount?

"All right."

Ollivander handed Harry a wand.

"Try this, Mr Potter."

As he spoke, he recited another pile of data.

I really don't know how this old man has such a good memory.

Does the wand master profession have a memory bonus?

Harry took the wand in his hand, and just waved it before Ollivander snatched it back and replaced it with another one.

Harry took it with a dazed look on his face, but this time it was faster, and he was snatched back without even waving it.

And so, one after another, the tried wands piled high on the bench.

Luo Ya was a little speechless, wouldn't this be too primitive?Just try one by one like this?

Luo Ya suddenly understood why Ollivander's wand shop's performance suddenly improved a lot after opening the customized service.

If you try one by one, it won't bother you if you change it?

Of course, maybe our savior is special.

After all, not everyone is qualified to be possessed by Voldemort's soul.

Luo Ya smiled gloatingly.

But looking at it like this, maybe only the magic wand of fate is suitable for him.

Luo Ya decided not to wait foolishly any longer. He discovered the Eastern Greenwood wand a few days ago when he was helping to renovate the shop, and it was placed on the shelf in the deepest part of the shop.

Even after being refurbished in the store, the old man ordered it to be placed there, as if it was shameful.

However, Luo Ya also understands that after all, it is something related to Lao Fu. Under the general trend that the entire magic world suffers from "phobia", if you don't hide it well, you will die.