[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

According to the plan Aurora made when she was a child, the next step should be to go to Ollivander's wand shop, but Aubrey seemed to have some doubts, maybe that crazy old guy Ollivander would reveal some secrets, so he decided to go to Ollivander's wand shop. Skip this place and go straight to Lihen Bookstore.

However, the development of things did not make him what he wanted, and Aurora insisted on going to Ollivander's wand shop, even though she knew she didn't deserve to have a wand.At first Aubrey could dissuade her with the reason that she was afraid that she would be sad, but when she repeated for the seventh time that she didn't mind, he really had no other reasonable excuse to stop her.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Aurora would never have believed that the fabled Ollivander's wand shop was such a small, shabby storefront, with a single stick of wand placed in the window on a faded purple plush cushion. The wand, the golden signboard on the door has peeled off, leaving only a line of small words "Ollivander, a well-made wand since 380 BC".

Although the appearance of the wand shop made Aurora a little disappointed, she still dragged Aubrey into it with great interest.

As they entered, there seemed to be a series of clanging noises at the back of the shop.The shop was so small that there was almost nothing but a bench, and thousands of long, narrow boxes of wands were piled up against the walls almost to the ceiling.

"Good morning, Mr. Hopes, and welcome to our shop. Is there something wrong with your wand? I remember your wand was birch, dragon's nerve, thirteen and a quarter inches long, very powerful. A wand." A soft voice said, and Ollivander, the shopkeeper who was hidden behind the pile of wand boxes, stood up from the bench and saw Aurora.

"Oh, it's really unexpected, Xi..." Mr. Ollivander felt Aubrey's warning eyes when he said this, he paused for a moment, and then changed his words, "Miss Hopps is here, but you A full 11 years late."

"Late? What do you mean?" Aurora asked puzzledly, frowning.

"I mean, Miss Hopps, you should have come here 11 years ago, when you were only 11 years old." Mr. Ollivander stood in front of Aurora, his eyes The big light-colored eyes are like two shining moons in the dark shop, as if they can see everything.

"Mr. Ollivander, don't make fun of me. I'm a squib and I'm not entitled to my own wand." Aurora didn't think Ollivander was joking, but she also I couldn't find any other reasonable explanation, so I could only say, "If I have to say I'm late, it's probably because the owl who sent me the admission letter was also late."

"Maybe I got lost," Mr. Ollivander added casually.

Seeing that Mr. Ollivander would talk nonsense, Aubrey cleared his throat loudly, and said to him in a long and slow tone: "There is nothing wrong with my wand. Everything is fine. It's because my little sister is curious about your place, so I'll take her to have a look, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind." Ollivander leaned closer to Aurora more than ten centimeters away, stared at her with those cloudy silver-white eyes, and said softly, "If Miss Hopps wants, you can Pick a wand from me for free."

Hearing this, Aurora pulled her ear in disbelief, thinking she had an auditory hallucination, and was so surprised that she began to stutter: "But... But, I'm a... Squib, no... …no wand would choose me."

"Haha, Miss Hopps also knows my theory that 'it is not the wizard who chooses the wand, but the wand chooses the wizard'." Ollivander became more enthusiastic and insisted, "I can clearly perceive that Hopps With the magic power on Miss, of course there will be a magic wand to choose you."

Aurora's eyes widened, she turned her head to look at Aubrey, then looked at Mr. Ollivander again, and asked ecstatically, "Can I really have a wand of my own?"

"Of course." Mr. Ollivander couldn't help smiling when he saw her like this, and asked Aubrey's opinion again, "Really, Mr. Hopps?"

Aubrey thought for a long time, thinking that such an act might expose the secrets that his parents had hidden for many years, but it was undeniable that having a magic wand would allow Aurora to better protect herself.For a moment he hesitated.

"Aubrey?" Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Aurora just stared blankly at a point on the floor and reminded him aloud.

Aubrey raised his head slowly, nodded almost imperceptibly, and said, "Yes, Mr. Ollivander."

After obtaining his permission, Mr. Ollivander glanced at Aurora with sharp eyes, took out a tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, and asked, "Miss Hopps, which one do you like to use?" arm?"

"Right." Aurora replied without hesitation.

"Put your arms up," Mr. Ollivander ordered.

Then he directs the tape measure to measure automatically, first from shoulder to fingertip, then from wrist to elbow, from shoulder to floor, from armpit to knee.But I was shuttled between the shelves, busy moving down some wooden boxes containing magic wands.

"Try this one. Grape vine wood, phoenix feather, ten and one-half inches long, very flexible." Mr. Ollivander took out a wand and handed it to Aurora, introducing the wand to her. a wand.

Aurora took the wand and waved it, but there was no response.

Seeing this, Mr. Ollivander immediately snatched the vine wood wand from her hand, handed over another one, and introduced: "Chestnut wood, unicorn hair, twelve and three quarter inches long , the texture is firm and crisp.”

Aurora took it and waved it again.She felt the heat of her fingertips, a beam of red light streaked across the dusty air, sparks radiated from the tip of the wand like fireworks, and dancing light spots were projected on the wall.

"It's wonderful." Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands excitedly, and said, "Sorbet is long-winded and chestnut, and pewter is stubborn and hazel is delicate. It seems that this wand has a good relationship with Miss Hopps."

When she walked out of Ollivander's wand shop, Aurora's face was full of black lines. She looked at the wand made of chestnut wood in her hand, and couldn't help complaining silently in her heart.

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All the books you want to buy can be found in Lihen Bookstore.Except, of course, those Muggle books that Aurora was passionate about.

The bookshelves here are full of all kinds of books, there are leather-bound books as big as paving slabs, and small silver-bound books as small as postage stamps, and there are countless strange symbols printed on them that look like ancient runes. Books, and wordless scriptures with nothing written in them.

Aurora browses the shelves lined with titles ranging from Important Twentieth-Century Magical Events to Omens of Death: What Do You Do When You Know the Worst Is Coming? ", from "Basic Charms for Hyperactive and Fidgety Animals" to "Magic Your Cheese".She recalled what Mr. Ollivander said to herself just now, clenched the wand in her hand, and picked up a copy of "The Abilities You Don't Know You Have, and How to Use Them Once You Know" ".

Since she can be selected by the magic wand, it means that she contains magic power, but why can't these magic power be output?What exactly caused her to be a Squib?

When she learned the truth as a child, Aurora just silently accepted the fact that "I am a squib", but never seriously thought about why she was a squib.So, she picked up another copy of "My Squib Life" by Angus Buchanan, and planned to study it carefully when she went back.

When paying the bill, Aurora clearly saw Aubrey pay for a copy of "Life and Social Habits of British Families" in a secretive manner, and then silently cast a shrinking spell and stuffed it into her pocket. In the suit pocket.

She pretended to clear her throat, and shook her head helplessly, this brother couldn't care about her living in the Muggle world openly.

Hearing the sound of her clearing her throat, Aubrey looked back at Aurora, and naturally took the two books she had chosen, paid for them together, and put them into his pocket with the same shrinking spell.

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After that, the two of them went to Madam Mojin's robe store next door to Lihen Bookstore, and ordered two wizard robes of the same style as Aubrey's for Aurora, with pure black base material and delicate dark red patterns embroidered on them. It highlights the identity of the Gryffindor family of the Hopps family.

Aurora has never had any aesthetics in clothing (you can see this from her many black coats, black trench coats, black sweaters, black sweaters, black sportswear and black jeans of the same style), so Aubrey Lee is in charge.

Aubrey also took her around the Yila Owl store and asked her what kind of pet she would like to have.However, Aurora's answer was "it's too troublesome to keep a pet, I want to buy a pet that can keep me".

So Aubrey directly made the decision for her again, and bought an Eastern scops owl that could deliver letters, so that the two of them could keep in touch with each other all the time.After all, as the director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, he was very busy with his work, and he didn't have time to apparate to Baker Street to communicate with Aurora every time he had something to do.

However, Aurora didn't intend to use this Eastern screech owl to deliver any letters to Aubrey at all, because she felt that the owl might just fly out of the window of her house and be caught by Sherlock from the window next door. Live, used for experiments.

The trip to Diagon Alley ended with Aurora grabbing an oversized chocolate cashew crushed ice cream from Florin's.

The author has something to say:

Let me explain first, because there are many clues hidden here in Diagon Alley, so I wrote three chapters, and the progress will be faster later, after all, I am starting to miss Sherlock.

I'm going to hurry up and save some more manuscripts this weekend. I have another course since Monday, so I guess it will be very busy.But of course the daily update is what it says, and it will never disappoint the expectations of the little cuties.I recently thought of a hair stalk, which is probably the important content of the next clava candy. You can draw a key point.

There is one more thing. I said before that Sherlock still owes Miss Lola three things. I haven't figured out what they are. I want to hear your suggestions, which can be presented at the end of the full text.

Daily flag: next time Sherlock comes out, he will give out sugar!