Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"Cadmus?"

This surname was like a petrification spell, which immediately stopped Ollivander's movements.

After a long time, Vander slowly recovered from the shock, looked at Amber's young and somewhat immature face, and smiled bitterly:

"I didn't expect that after such a change, your family could continue."

"It's okay, it's just a little harder."

Amber spread his hands and pushed the long and narrow box on the table in front of Ollivander:

"And now? Mr. Ollivander?"

Looking at the box in front of him engraved with countless advanced magic patterns, Ollivander took off the monocle and carefully wiped it with a white silk cloth:

"Of course, this is a contract between the families."

As he spoke, Ollivander put on the monocle that had been wiped clean again, and there was a slight glow above his eyes.

Immediately, Ollivander was refreshed like a different person, rubbed his hands, and carefully opened the box in front of him.

Inside the box, the first thing that catches the eye are two smooth snakewoods of different lengths.

The one placed in the center is mainly a normal thirteen-inch long wand material, with a smooth dark green surface and vaguely scale-like patterns.

The obscure magic wave is turbulent in the snake wood, low-key and fierce, like the most sinister and vicious devil snake in the ancient times, wanting to die at any time.

But what caught Ollivander's attention the most was the last three-inch stick wrapped in the hide of an unknown animal.

Even Ollivander couldn't help but swallow unconsciously after seeing such top-notch material.

This is snakewood! And there are two at a time.

This material was the top material for making wands thousands of years ago. According to legend, Slytherin's wand is made of snake wood.

After years of war and exhaustion, the wand material that can be passed down to the present has long been elusive.

"Oh my God!"

Ollivander touched these snakewoods intoxicatedly. For a master wand maker, this was the most tempting poison.

"I didn't expect that you would actually come up with something like this - oh, there are corresponding phoenix feathers."

Looking down, Ollivander realized that the core material had been carefully prepared for him in the box.

The tail feathers of Thestrals dimly absorb light, and the feathers of the phoenix are radiant.

These are the top-quality wand materials. I don't know how many years they have been stored in this box. Today, it's finally time for them to play their role.

"You know what to do, don't you, Mr. Ollivander."

After watching Ollivander verify these precious raw materials, Amber stood up and patted the dust that wasn't there.

"The shortest one, I hope to soak it in a special alchemy potion. After softening, I can directly embed the core of the stick."

"The skin of the five-legged monster, I believe you know how to use it."

"No, boy, the wand chooses the wizard, you can't just make it to order..."

Ollivander retorted subconsciously, but when he saw the half-smile expression on Amber's face, he closed his mouth embarrassingly.

The long-standing professional inertia made him forget that the young man in front of him was not one of those children who knew nothing about wand learning.

This is the contemporary patriarch of the oldest family in the wizarding world, and he knows the most obscure secrets of the entire wizarding world.

Some of the words of the Ollivander family may be able to deceive other people, even most pure-blood families.

But definitely can't fool a Cadmus.

"Any questions now, Mr. Ollivander?"

After a heart-pounding silence, Amber spoke slowly.

He didn't wait for Ollivander's answer, the old man who had been making wands for most of his life looked more and more withered under Amber's dull gaze.

"I have to remind you, sir."

Amber's tone became more serious, and he leaned forward in front of the counter, staring at Ollivander's dodging eyes with an aggressive movement.

"This is a contract between our two families, and I'm just fulfilling the rights that the contract entrusts to Cadmus."

"Olivander can also get rid of a heavy burden after the contract is completed, can't it?"

With that said, Amber tiptoed over the counter and laboriously helped Ollivander tidy up the messy collar.

Ten-year-old height should not be able to do such a difficult movement, but Ollivander's increasingly stooped figure made Amber's movement possible.

"Sir, before Hogwarts starts, I'll be here to get something. I hope you can take your time, good day."

After a small salute, Amber turned and walked out of Ollivander's wand shop.

Looking at this young figure, Ollivander's pupils were filled with fear from the bottom of his heart.

This kid, this Cadmus, is so much like that person.

That was how the man felt when he came to buy the yew phoenix feather wand.

No, it's not!

Looking at the tall and straight figure behind the vanishing door, Ollivander's pupils trembled violently, and his whole body trembled as if trembling.

Even that man. There is no such scheming and performance at this age.

This child is more like another person, the devil who once burned down Paris and terrified the whole of Europe!

Unlike Ollivander's fear, Amber, who walked out of the store, was in a particularly relaxed mood at this time.

There are pros and cons to living without parents at home. While he has to take on a family obligation, Amber also has a secret that is absolutely impossible to master at his age.

For example, all the contacts and contracts between the family and the outside world for thousands of years.

This also allows Amber to have a wand that is most suitable for him at the most suitable age.

He didn't worry about Ollivander's ghosts, and the contract between the magic families avoided this hidden danger from the very beginning.

Compared to this, what he really needs to pay attention to now is the bone-bearing cones that have been following behind him.

Yawning lazily, Amber's eyes swept to the figures behind him whose faces were constantly changing, but always in the same outfit.

After being entangled with these guys for so long, I should have made a break.

Thinking like this, Amber wandered aimlessly in Diagon Alley when suddenly his toes tumbled and he turned and entered a narrow dark alley.

The people behind him only saw the corners of Amber's clothes flickering, and then disappeared from their sight.

Such a change has left those who were hiding in the dark at a loss.

When they caught up again, what caught their eyes was a completely different scene.

Dim baby elephants, dirty ground, and weirdly sloppy guys on both sides of the road.

This is Knockturn Alley. If Diagon Alley is the largest ignoring market in London, then this is the largest black market in London.

It is an extrajudicial place in the true sense, where a human life is not even comparable to a Nat.

Therefore, when these pursuers saw that Amber had actually thrown himself into a snare and walked into Knockturn Alley, their faces showed particularly hideous smiles.

"there!"

The familiar blue robe flashed by, but it did not escape the sharp eyes of the leader of the pursuers.

This man with curly blond hair has a better sense of smell than a wild hound.

It chased closely behind Amber, and even in the most winding alleys, it never followed the edge of blue clothes.

Looking at the blue figure's more hurried and hesitant movements, the smile on the man's face became more and more hideous.

A ten-year-old kid, the death of his previous subordinates can only prove his arrogance and incompetence.

The man's name was Orik, which in Greek means strong wolf.

He couldn't wait to tear open the throat of the cowardly brat like a real wolf, swallowing the hot blood and luscious flesh into his belly.

Finally, they blocked the blue figure in a dead end.

Looking at that tender and frightened face, the bloodthirsty impulse in Oleksik's heart became stronger and stronger.

"One, two... seven, eight. Are there eight people in total?"

But contrary to everyone's expectations, looking at Amber who was still helpless just now, he really seemed very calm at this time.

"It seems that these are the people, everyone, we will see you again."

After taking a deep look at the few people present, under Olek's astonished gaze, the blue cloak on Amber's body suddenly lifted up, and a thick white smoke instantly filled the dead end.

The sudden smoke blocked everyone's sight, and they could only hurriedly shoot the magic spell, trying to knock Amber down here without sight.

It's a pity that all this was just useless work. When the smoke cleared, in this dead end, except for the blue cloak that I didn't know where I stole, there was no Amber.

"Search around, a kid can't get far!"

Seeing the dirty blue cloak on the ground, Olek was furious.

The thick smoke just now blocked his five senses, and even his sense of smell and hearing, which he had always been proud of, did not notice Amber leaving.

"Wait, where did the smell of blood come from?"

When several people were about to turn around and walk out of the dead end, Olek sniffed suddenly.

Even in the pungent smell of the thick smoke in the sky, Orek still keenly smelled an odor.

It was the breath of blood.

After feeling this, Olek turned back suddenly and looked at this empty dead end.

In the wizarding world, there are many ways to be invisible. Although most of them are beyond the grasp of a kid, it is not impossible.

If those few spells just now... really hit it?

Thinking like this, Olek slowly raised his wand and pointed to the darkest corner of the dead end.

"Uh... the boss is me."

An embarrassing voice rang in his ears, and Olek turned his head, only to see a subordinate rubbing his waist with a look of pain on his face.

"I just rubbed off a piece of skin."

"asshole!"

After finding out the source of the bloody smell, Oreo waved his hand after scolding angrily, and everyone scattered, searching for the winding alleys.

This filthy and dim cul-de-sac was once again silent.

"Hu-hu-"

After a long time, in the corner of the dead end, a silver invisibility cloak was suddenly pulled down at the location where Oleksat's wand pointed.

Amber clutched his shoulder with his right hand, blood oozing from his fingertips.

In his left hand, he held a lighter tightly. *