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Sylvia's adoptive parents paid 14 Galleons for her special wand. When they were about to leave the wand shop to buy other things, they discovered that there was a black-haired and yellow-eyed person in the corner of the wand shop door. The girl standing there, I don't know how long she has been standing.

The girl was wearing a pitch-black robe, and her black hair was tied into a half-length ponytail at the back of her head, probably because the ponytail was a little too casual, and there were still a few strands of black hair around her ears and forehead .She just stood quietly in a dark corner by the door. If it weren't for her fair skin and her pair of bright yellow eyes, no one would have noticed her before she made a sound. notice her.

Sylvia still looked at the girl curiously, feeling that her face looked familiar.This feeling is novel to Sylvia, whether it is her previous experience living in the Muggle world or being brought into the wizarding world, it is adults who make her feel familiar, after all, she has been in various Various foster families deal with each other.

Then Sylvia remembered that she had just been brought into the wizarding world by Professor Dumbledore, and after being adopted by the old couple, she would read the Daily Prophet with the old gentleman every day, even if she couldn’t understand There are some inexplicable articles on the political page, and I don’t understand how interesting the Quidditch news that old gentlemen like to read in the sports page, but apart from those, there are still some daily stories in the newspaper that can help She glimpses into the magical world of magic.

Not long after she was adopted, there was a small newspaper article about a Muggle who turned out to be a wizard—a werewolf wizard, but that's weird news, isn't it?And although she felt that those reporters violated human rights a bit, Sylvia did remember that there was a photo of the child on it.

The same black hair and yellow eyes also had a straight face, looking like they were in a bad mood.After four years, Sylvia was not sure, but she finally had some clues in her heart.

Although I'm not sure if the girl is the Muggle who turned into a werewolf wizard, Sylvia is still willing to pay a little bit of friendliness. Anyway, it doesn't take much effort to say hello with a casual smile. Maybe it's something to make a good impression. It's time to use it.

"Hi, I'm Sylvia, Sylvia Cassandra, and I'm entering this year." With a soft smile on her face, Sylvia introduced herself generously.

The old couple stopped by the door in surprise. This was the first time that Sylvia was interested in her peers. Sure enough, the children would naturally want to make friends when they are old!The old couple were very relieved to find a reasonable reason for Sylvia's inexplicable interest, and then watched the interaction between the two children with loving eyes with peace of mind.

The girl didn't answer right away, but showed a strange expression, and said after a while: "Camille, also enrolled this year..."

"Then we are classmates. I hope you will find the wand you like soon. I still have some things to buy. See you on the train." Just the right joy and then a proper farewell. Sylvia felt that her acting skills were really superb. Ollivander and her adoptive parents, who were a little worried just now, smiled now, and the process of letting them put down their guard was half completed, and they got acquainted with the suspected werewolf little wizard, killing two birds with one stone!

The crisp sound of the bell on the door fell, and finally only Ollivander and Camille were left in the store.

Ollivander looked at Camille who was standing in the corner, and beckoned her to come over. "Well... I don't think I know your parents."

What a strange opening sentence, Camille thought, but his face didn't show at all, and the expression of indifference remained. "My temporary guardian is Professor McGonagall. She is the professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts."

"So that's it, then try this." Obviously Ollivander didn't listen to what Camille was saying, and took a wand and handed it to Camille to try, "Spruce wood, unicorn hair, twelve inch."

Camille swore she hadn't even touched the wand, and Ollivander hurriedly retracted the wand with wide-eyed eyes, "Merlin's beard! No, no, no, it's a disaster!"

Ollivander stared at Camille with wide silver-gray eyes for a while, and said nothing.He seemed to be looking at the person in front of him, but he didn't seem to be looking, sharp and erratic, very *shielded keywords*.

"Are you... a werewolf?" Ollivander asked uncertainly.

I really don't know how he can see it. Could it be that werewolves can still see it from their faces?Camille is pretty sure she doesn't have long hair on her face, and she doesn't have wolf ears... at least not yet.

Camille took the opportunity to admit: "Yes." Anyway, the agreement with the professors is not to be leaked, and I didn't say that what others can see for themselves cannot be admitted.

Although she looked a little impatient, it was not difficult to see that she had no particular opinion about being a notorious werewolf in the wizarding world, but was tired of being stared at and then delayed trying her wand.

Ollivander guessed the identity of the little girl in front of him immediately, and walked around her twice, his expression getting more and more excited, "Yes, yes, I didn't expect to be able to do this in my lifetime..." He paused For a moment, as if to choose his words, "Fun little wizard," he added, "Making wands. Quite a challenge!"

He quickly walked back to the counter, completely ignoring Camille who was standing in a daze, took out the pen and paper, and began to write and draw there.

Camille got impatient, "So what about my wand?"

Ollivander raised his head, barely pulled back some thoughts by Camille's unfriendly tone, and then suddenly realized: "Your wand needs to be specially customized, my child. Oh! But we still have something to do first, and finally Well, let’s try to see which kind of wood is more suitable first. Then the core, I think maybe we can try to use your own material!”

He took out a large leather case from the back of the room, and continued to babble, "I've never made a wand made of werewolf material, most of them are terrible, Ollivander only uses the best Good material for the core of the wand."

"Dingling!" The door of the wand shop was pushed open again, and a tall, thin woman in a dark green robe walked in, her hair was neatly pulled back, and she wore a pair of glasses on her face, with a serious expression on her face. The whole person looked very serious.

"Ah, fir-wood, dragon's heartstring, nine and a half inches, welcome to Professor McGonagall."

As a member of Ollivander whose name is rare to remember, Professor McGonagall is indeed one of the most famous figures in the wizarding world. He is known as the professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts, the best magic school, and the dean of Gryffindor College. He is also the temporary guardian of Camille.

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander." McGonagall greeted Ollivander very politely, and then turned her gaze to Camille, who was anxiously trying to tuck the hanging hair behind her head.

"Miss Camille, your wand..." She stopped abruptly in the middle of her question, her brows furrowed.When she paused like this, Camille seemed to resign herself to her fate, and stopped trying to figure out a way to play with the few strands of hair that were tied into the ponytail because she refused to be obedient.

"It was fine when I just went out, but why did it get messed up all of a sudden." With that said, Mag took out his wand and waved it in Camille's direction without chanting any spells.

Camille is so big, the only thing I feel sorry for so far is probably her hair.Since she became a werewolf, her hair has grown rapidly even in normal days, and when her hair grows long, there will always be some broken hair that cannot be tied in and scattered outside.

And her temporary guardian not only showed the same serious and almost rigid high standards when maintaining her hairstyle as she did when dealing with people, but also hoped that Camille's hairstyle could be perfected.

With Mag's swipe, Camille could almost hear the swishing sound of those strands of hair flying up, and a few scalps were pulled back slightly. Fortunately, she was a werewolf, so occasionally The teasing should not stop at making her bald.

"This kid's wand needs to be custom-made, Professor McGonagall." Ollivander's voice caught McGonagall's attention.

Thanks for the old gentleman who is not too crazy! Camille was relieved, she decided to be more polite to him later.

When Ollivander and McGonagall explained and discussed Camille's customized wand, Camille's thoughts drifted away.

After she survived the night she was bitten, she survived a month by stealing clothes and food from people in the suburbs.Just when she thought she would live like this for a while, the first full moon night came...

The moment the moonlight appeared, severe pain seemed to explode from every corner of the body, and a violent consciousness of wanting to tear something apart instantly defeated Camille.When she regained consciousness again, when she woke up, she was lying on a wooden bed, and beside the bed stood two old men—Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

She still remembers the look on their faces.

Although there was a smile on Principal Dumbledore's face, she noticed the flickering eyes behind his half-moon lenses. She had never seen such complicated emotions, but it was enough to understand the kind-looking, even naughty boy's words. , hiding a complex and changeable heart.

Standing next to Principal Dumbledore was Professor McGonagall, who also looked a little older. Her meticulous hairstyle and appropriate clothing for her age could not conceal the almost tearful expression on her face.

Maybe it's mercy?Camille thought uncertainly.In her short life of seven years, she had never seen such an expression on anyone's face. After all, as the strongest of the children, she must be the least worthy of pity.

As the cruel old man taught, Camille always thought that such a weak emotion was an insult to people, but at such a time when his whole body hurt like being run over by a truck, and he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands Camille felt that she probably liked Professor McGonagall's gaze, which seemed to be looking at a hero in a tragedy.

Perhaps it was that soft gaze that made Camille trust Professor McGonagall more after that. After Dumbledore entrusted her to Professor McGonagall, she gradually got used to the strict but not harsh behavior of this extraordinary witch. discipline.

"Bang!" Camille, who was in a daze, was brought back to reality by a sound. It was the sound of the big suitcase that Ollivander had just brought out on the table.

I don't know what the two adults discussed just now. Ollivander's already messy white hair was almost standing on end. He looked extremely excited. Mag also gave Camille an encouraging look, and walked away. Step aside and wait patiently.

The big leather case contained twenty or thirty wands that looked almost identical. "These are custom wands, test wands only used when testing the right wood, try them out."

They tested wands of six different woods. After ruling out red oak, pine, and maple, Ollivander hesitated for a while among ebony, black walnut, and fir.

Camille didn't understand what kind of tricks this crazy old man was playing at all, because all test wands had no core inside, so no matter how much they waved them in their hands, there would be no magical effect at all, which made Camille I feel stupid holding sticks in my hand.But Ollivander was obviously in a state of excitement that was different from ordinary people. He kept drawing and writing on the paper, and he was still muttering vaguely. He was still smiling, what a ghost.

Fortunately, Ollivander wasn't too crazy. After 10 minutes of scribbling and drawing, he seemed to have come up with a plan. He finally turned his eyes from the pile of paper that Camille thought was just a ghost drawing. □□, "Come on, let's try the real wand and see the effect."

He rummaged through the shelves behind him and came back with two boxes.First handed Camille one of the wands, "Fir tree, dragon's heartstring."

Camille held the wand in her hand, but there was no reaction. She waved it, but the big water, hurricane, etc. that Professor McGonagall had told her before appeared, this wand simply ignited spontaneously! Mir almost threw away the wand in her hand, but she quickly discovered that although it looked like the whole wand had turned into a raging flame, it actually didn't feel like a burning fire.

She held the wand firmly, and felt a little angry that it was just a wand that wanted to lie to her!Miraculously, as soon as she gripped the wand tightly, the burning fire shrunk and retracted into the wand.

"Very interesting! Come and try this one again, black walnut, dragon's heartstring." Ollivander said with great interest.

Camille put down the 'misfiring' fir wand and replaced it with a black walnut one. Just before he picked it up and waved it, the black walnut wand trembled, and the roar of the dragon came out of nowhere. , that roar can hear the meaning of anger.

"Yes, yes," Ollivander withdrew the wand from Camille's hand. "Sure enough, the fir tree is the most suitable. Just now it even cooperated with you to push back the will of the core of the wand. It's a very interesting cooperation." He turned to look at Professor McGonagall who was waiting beside him, "Congratulations, Professor McGonagall, this child will use the same wood as you, and I believe he will be your favorite student in the Transfiguration class."

After the two discussed for a while about the arrangements for the next week's full moon night, Professor McGonagall took Camille and left the wand shop, preparing to continue shopping for other school necessities.