Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"What will happen if someone moves the trash can, Hagrid?" Ohm asked, looking at the trash can that stood out in the middle of the road.

"Why don't you try it yourself." Hagrid said with an encouraging smile on his face.

Ohm didn't want his hands to get dirty, so he put his feet against the bottom of the trash can and moved about a foot to the side.

The trash can let out a muffled sigh and walked back to its original position with splayed steps.

It’s not scientific, but it’s magic!

Ohm really wanted to cast such a spell on the furniture in the church, so that they could return to their original positions after the children cleaned them, without having to move them themselves.

"Every year there are a few naughty people who try to play pranks, especially the red-headed ones. They even want to hide the trash can in Gringotts' vault! Later, people simply put a permanent pathfinding charm on the trash can. , so that it can walk back to its original position." Hagrid waved his hand: "Let's go! There are many things worth seeing inside!"

They walked down the wide streets of Diagon Alley, and the shops on both sides sold wonderful items that would never be seen outside.

There are piles of shiny crucibles stacked at the entrance of a store, and a red copper sign hangs above it, which reads:

Copper - brass - pewter - silver cauldron, complete models, automatic stirring - foldable.

"Don't buy it here, Ohm, things here are too expensive." Hagrid patted Ohm on the back and pushed him to take two steps forward: "I know a place where you can buy very cheap second-hand pots, but I'm going to take Harry to get the money first. Maybe you can buy your own wand first?"

"No problem, Hagrid." Ohm said calmly.

They passed a drugstore that smelled of rotten eggs; a dark owl shop with almost no light; a broomstick shop with a group of little wizards outside the window; and a basket of live eels at the door - Harry probably knew that he was in Hagrid's What did you touch in the clothes - and boxes of lacewings from the potion material store...

Finally, Hagrid stopped in front of a small and shabby shop.

The gold-lettered signboard on the door has become mottled due to the baptism of time, and it reads:

Ollivander: Made fine wands since 380 BC.

Through the dusty glass, Ohm saw a solitary wand placed on the purple cushion in the window, with simple textures carved on the handle.

"That's it." Hagrid opened the door for Om and said, "I'll take Harry to get the money first, and I'll find you later. If you buy it first, just wait for us here."

Ohm nodded to Hagrid to indicate that he understood, and walked directly into the store.

cramped.

This was Ohm's first impression of Ollivander's Wand Shop. Hundreds of slender boxes were stacked up to the ceiling. Each box was covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, occupying the space. Only a thin aisle in the middle was left, leading directly from the door to the counter.

There was a subtle tinkling sound coming from somewhere behind the counter, which made the environment of the store even darker, as if every speck of dust contained magic.

He sat solemnly on the bench at the door, his eyes darting around without stopping for a moment.

There seems to be no one in the store?

"good afternoon."

A soft voice suddenly sounded in Ohm's ears, which frightened him so much that his heart stopped for half a beat. His psychic energy surged uncontrollably, and the floor made a dangerous creaking sound, causing the boxes on both sides of the aisle to collapse towards the middle, crackling. Falling to the ground.

"Oh, he seems to be a very talented young guest."

The soft voice spoke, and Ohm saw an old hand with sawdust in its fingernails wave randomly in the air, and the fallen box returned to its original position as if rewinding, without even a trace of dust. not bad.

This hand shocked Ohm. He quickly turned around and saw an old man with messy silver-gray curly hair standing next to him. His pair of bright, light-colored eyes seemed to be two moons suspended in the dark store.

"I'm sorry, sir." Ohm stood up immediately. He knew that this old man must be Ollivander, the owner of the wand shop. "If there is any loss caused to you, I will try my best to compensate you."

A faint smile appeared on Ollivander's face, and he said in his soft voice: "It's me who wants to say I'm sorry. After all, it was me who scared you first, and that's why you accidentally lost control of your magic power. Don't worry, my dear. Yes, this is normal for a little wizard of your age. What do you call it?"

"Ohm Messiah. You must be Mr. Ollivander, right?" Ohm looked at Ollivander with respect.

You don’t have to pay any money, you are a great person!

Although Sister Malika has always taught me that if I knock something over in the store, I have to pay for it, but now the store owner himself tells me not to care.

That couldn't be better!

Ohm Messiah is a notorious miser around Rodel Church.

As he spoke, Ollivander took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, looked at Ohm and asked: "So Mr. Ohm, which hand do you prefer to hold the wand with?"

"Right hand, sir."

"Please raise your arms, yes, that's it."

Ohm held his right hand flat, and Ollivander threw up the tape measure. It floated in the air, automatically measuring various dimensions for Ohm.

From shoulders to fingertips, from wrists to elbows, the length of every knuckle is not missed.Then from the top of his head to the floor, Ohm took the opportunity to glance at the silver scale of the tape measure and found that he had grown to nearly 66 inches (that is, five feet six inches, approximately 1.6 meters eight) tall.

Great, I won’t have to worry about the place selling second-hand clothes trying to add money by taking my measurements.

There are also messy measurements such as head circumference, eyebrow length, nose height, and even the distance between the nostrils.

"Every Ollivander wand contains super powerful magical substances, which is also its essence, Mr. Ohm." Ollivander did not watch the operation of the ruler, but was already shuttling between the shelves. Pulling out some long boxes and holding them in his arms.

He said while choosing: "The hair of the unicorn, the tail feathers of the phoenix, the nerves of the dragon, and many other magical parts of magical creatures. Mr. Ohm, I assure you, there are no two completely different hairs in the world." Identical Ollivander's wand, for no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same."

"May I ask, how much does a one-of-a-kind Ollivander's wand cost?"

Ohm was a little nervous listening to Ollivander's description, not sure whether he could afford a wooden stick with a part of a dragon embedded in it with two hundred galleons in his pocket.

"If possible, could you tell me where I can buy second-hand wands?"

Although Hagrid told himself that he could buy everything second-hand, only medicinal materials and wands must be bought brand new.

But compared to the heavy but not rich gold coins in Ohm's pocket, what is a mere second-hand wand?

"Second-hand wand? No, no, no..." Ollivander shook his head and laughed, and said softly: "I'm afraid there is no such place, Mr. Ohm. No wizard would want to sell his wand, unless he is a hopeless person. And you'll lose everything as a gambler. And even if you get another wizard's wand, you can't use it to get a better effect than your own wand - "

Ollivander suddenly stopped talking, as if he had figured out something, and came to Ohm with a pile of long boxes containing wands, and looked straight at him with his moon-like eyes.

The resolute eyes, the thin body, and the skin that has been baptized by the dust too early.

This is definitely a boy tempered by hardship.

No wonder you ask about second-hand wands.

"According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, every little wizard who comes to me to buy his first wand can get a 70.00% discount."

Ollivander said, freeing up a hand and patting Ohm's shoulder lightly: "Don't worry, kid, Hogwarts will not let its students not even be able to afford a wand for admission."

A soft corner in Ohm's heart was touched by Ollivander's words, and he pursed his thin and sharp lips: "I understand, thank you, sir."

The tape measure fell and curled up into a ball on the ground.

"Okay." Ollivander said, pulling out a long box from his arms and looking at the label: "Cherry wood, unicorn tail hair, eleven and a quarter inches long, elastic. You wave Give it a try."