Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Three Years of Staff Making

August 1992, London, England.

Diagon Alley behind the Leaky Cauldron was buzzing with voices.

As Hogwarts school is about to start, countless little wizards are buying wands and teaching materials on this bustling commercial street.

At this time, in Ollivander's wand shop, a handsome young man with silver eyes was politely introducing the brand new wand in his hand.

"Hawthorn wood, unicorn hair, a wand with some flexibility and a decent design."

"The length of ten inches is just right for a petite and beautiful girl."

"Can I try?"

The little witch who was about to enter school under the counter blinked her eyes and asked.

"Of course, we only choose the most suitable owner for the wand."

Hardy Ollivander hands the hawthorn wand to the little witch.

The other party caressed the body of the stick carefully, and then waved it in mid-air, making a series of soft arcs.

"Extremely Beautiful!"

Hardy's admiration made the little witch blush.

"I can feel that the wand in my hand has its own breath, and the magic in my body seems to be cheering."

The little witch held up the hawthorn wand, and the whole wand shop was rendered with a soft halo.

"After all, what suits you is the best."

"Congratulations, you have found your first magic wand in your life."

Seeing the little witch excitedly taking out Galleons to pay, Hardy smiled slightly.

"Thank you for visiting Ollivander's wand shop, we are dedicated to providing you with the highest quality wand service."

The little girl happily left with her wand in her arms.

But before leaving, he still couldn't help taking a peek at the handsome young man behind the counter.

"How beautiful it is!"

The little witch thought to herself.

Throwing away Garen's palm, Hardy, who was seeing off the customer, turned around and threw it into the drawer at the back.

"It's time, Uncle Garrick, it's time for you to take care of the shop in the afternoon."

Hardy stretched lazily, looked up at the wand shop owner who was walking not far away.

His own uncle, Garrick Ollivander.

One of the finest wandmakers in England.

The reason for emphasizing "one" is because Hardy's wand-making technique is also at its peak.

After all, he has been smart since he was a child, so far, he has 13 years of experience in making sticks.

Note that staffing is not a mocking term here.

Wizards with excellent staff-making skills will be regarded as guests no matter where they go.

"Ah, Hardy, entertaining these little witches who are about to become Hogwarts first-year freshmen, you will always have the fastest transaction record."

Garrick Ollivander looked at his nephew Hardy and nodded with a smile.

Handsome appearance, polite attitude, [-]% of his youthful demeanor, comparable to the little witch's heart arsonist.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Just as Hardy finished speaking, the heavy solid wooden door of the wand shop was opened again.

A burly 30-year-old man in a tight black trench coat strode in.

An Auror!
The Auror with the scar on his face looked left and right, first nodded at Garrick, and then looked at Hardy with a smile.

"Mr. Ollivander? I heard that our store recently launched a wand maintenance service?"

The Auror drew an ash wand from under his dusty trench coat.

"of course."

Hardy nodded, took the opponent's wand and looked at it carefully.

The original twelve-inch shaft was so worn that the unicorn hair that served as the core was almost exposed at the end.

Rubbing with your fingers, you can even clearly feel the potholes on the surface of the ash wood.

"A wand with a lot of history, I'm afraid you are not its first owner?"

Hardy raised his head and looked at each other.

"Ha, that's right, Mr. Ollivander, your ability is indeed as powerful as everyone's word of mouth says!"

The Auror nodded: "This is a relic left to me by my father. The two of us can use it to deal with many vicious dark wizards."

"Thank you for your contribution to the wizarding world. It is a great honor to maintain such a wand."

"I don't know the specific price of maintenance..."

asked the Auror tentatively.

At this time, Hardy suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

Seeing this, Garrick shook his head helplessly, turned and walked away.

Hardy said: "You may know that Garen is not charged for maintaining the wand at my place."

"No Garen, yes, that's right...I've heard this from my friends."

Auror felt a little uneasy.

A few days ago, he heard from his friends that the wand shop in Diagon Alley launched a wand maintenance service.

Old wands can be restored to like new.

However, to obtain this service, one needs to pay a special price other than galleons.

When mentioning this special price, his friend also showed a meaningful smile like Hardy's.

"You'll know it when you go, Braden. All I can say is that when you pay the price, you'll come out of the room leaning on the wall."

In the tavern, the friend reminded himself like this.

"If you have already made up your mind, please follow me."

Hardy pushed open an oak door to a back room and looked at Brayden Smith.

"of course."

Braden paused, and then added: "But I have to say, I don't have any bad habits."

Hardy smiled slightly: "Who isn't?"

……

An hour later, Brayden came out weakly from the small dark room behind the wand shop.

He leaned on the wall, his legs were so sore, and he kept shaking.

Even tracking down those dirty and evil dark wizards has never cost him so much.

However, at the moment Brayden is extraordinarily excited.

He looked at the brand new wand in his right hand and felt it was all worth it.

"I'm going to have to get other people to try it too."

Braden thought secretly.

"Hardy, you're just wasting your time doing this!"

After Braden left, Garrick came out of the wand shop.

He glanced at the small black room not far away, and shook his head: "Although you are quite talented in alchemy, I still don't think you can really do that."

"Uncle Garrick, you can't help but believe it, because..."

Hardy paused, his eyes brightened: "I've succeeded!"

He took Garrick and pushed open the old door of the small black house, and what he saw was a weird device like a unicycle.

The overall wooden structure, the handle is wrapped by dark green rattan the thickness of a thumb.

It has been connected to the bottom of the pedal, a dark box engraved with magic patterns.

"This... this is impossible... unbelievable, you really succeeded?"

At Garrick's screams, Hardy dismantled the dark box from the entire device.

The lid of the box was opened, and what was contained inside was an eleven-inch special magic wand.

It is special because compared with ordinary wands, half a long strip of lavender crystal is inlaid at the end of it.

Carefully holding the wand in his hand, Hardy sighed with emotion.

Memories of the past 13 years quickly flashed through my mind.

At the age of eight, Hardy traveled to the wizarding world of Harry Potter.

Nephew of Garrick Ollivander, owner of the wand shop.

He followed each other to learn wand making, and at the age of 11, he successfully entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Became a Ravenclaw.

During his studies at Hogwarts, Hardy was fascinated by ancient alchemical creations.

After causing a series of trivial troubles, Hardy, who was in the fifth grade, was granted early graduation by Dumbledore.

And in the next two years, he voluntarily entered Azkaban for advanced studies.

Hitting the point!
Hardy was no prisoner of Azkaban.

At that time, on the recommendation of Dumbledore, he went to Azkaban to visit several old wizards who were familiar with alchemy.

And during this period, he made an indelible contribution to the harmony and stability of Azkaban.

To this day, when the prisoners of Azkaban hear the name of Hardy Ollivander, they still think of that terrible time.

After two years of advanced studies in Azkaban, Hardy embarked on his own three-year graduation trip.

I have seen many precious ruins of ancient alchemy creations one after another, and I have gained a lot.

He then began applying to Dumbledore for a position as Professor of Alchemy at Hogwarts while temporarily working in Uncle Garrick's shop.

Rubbing the sub-magic wand made by Hardy, Garrick said, "Unbelievable, this wand can really make Squibs use magic?"

"At Mrs. Figg's request," said Hardy, "you know, she always feels more at ease with magic in order to look after Harry Potter and keep the Dursleys out of trouble."

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(End of this chapter)