I became Harry Potter's brother at the beginning

Professor Quirrell, a very unlucky guy, a poor creature controlled by Voldemort.

Hearing that standard stuttering accent, and looking at that weird scarf and trembling body, who else appeared here at this time except Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort?
Hill naturally knew that Voldemort was hiding behind Professor Quirrell's head, his expression didn't change, he just nodded gently, and then asked: "I'm Hill Fox, you must be Professor Quirrell, right? I heard your self-introduction at the door, I am very glad to meet you, I heard that you will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, you are really young and promising!"

While talking, Hill himself felt a little sick, and he could vaguely smell the rancid smell from Quirrell.However, it seems that others did not notice.

A blush appeared on Professor Quirrell's pale face, and he shook Hill with a trembling hand.

It was very wet, very cold, like being in contact with a dead body, and the current Quirrell is no different from a dead body.

"It's nothing, I'm just lucky, Dumbledore gave me this opportunity."

Hill was puzzled, was he really stuttering or was he faking it?
While Hill was communicating with Quirrell, Hagrid looked at the time and said, "It's getting late, I still have to take Harry to do some shopping, Little Fox, do you want to come with me?"

Hill, who didn't want to stay here for a moment, naturally agreed, Voldemort, that's not a guy to get along with!
"Okay, Hagrid, I'm going to get my wand." Hill nodded, and then said to Quirrell with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, Professor Quirrell, I have to go shopping, unfortunately I can't chat with you for a while, let's talk again after school starts!"

"It's okay, I'll see you again."

Ignoring Quirrell's answer, Hill followed Hagrid and Harry through the bar to a small courtyard surrounded by walls.There's nothing here but a trash can and some weeds.But here is the Leaky Cauldron's entrance to Diagon Alley, one of countless entrances to Diagon Alley.

Hagrid walked over to the dustbin and counted the bricks above it.

"What is he doing?"

Harry asked Hill puzzled, because they are the same age and have a similar past, so Harry is still very close to Hill.At the same time, Hill was born in a magic family, so he should be very familiar with these things in the magic world.

"There are many entrances to Diagon Alley. The entrance in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron is hidden, and Hagrid is preparing to open it." Hill smiled. He has been here quite a few times, and he has no idea how to open it. no stranger.Of course, Harry didn't know that.

"Remember Hagrid's method of opening the door, you may use it later."

"Well, I see."

While Hill and Harry were talking, Hagrid had already found the brick, the brick that resembled a keyhole.

"Count up to three yuan and then down to two yuan," he muttered in a low voice. "Okay, stand back, Harry and Little Fox."

Hagrid took out his little umbrella and tapped the end of it on the wall three times.

The brick he had knocked shuddered and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The hole became bigger and bigger. Before long, there was an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass, leading to a winding The winding, unending cobblestone streets.

"Welcome," said Hagrid, "welcome to Diagon Alley."

Seeing Harry's surprise, Hagrid grinned at him.They walked along the archway, and Harry turned sideways to look back. The archway suddenly narrowed, and then became a solid wall again.

The sun's glare falls on a stack of pots outside the nearest store.A plaque hangs above the pot: Copper Brass Tin Silver Cauldron, complete models, automatic stirring can be folded.

"Oh, you need to buy one," Hagrid said, "but we have to get the money first." Then he looked at Hill, "Little Fox, are you going to get the money too? If you're on the way, let's go together Bar."

Hill shook his head, "I've already withdrawn the money, and this time I'm only here to replenish some necessary things. I haven't bought Harry's wand yet, so I'll wait for you at Ollivander's."

Hill is already familiar with everything in Diagon Alley, and there is nothing to see. He came this time to add something, such as books and magic wands.

Hagrid nodded and didn't express his opinion. This time, he still has an important task to take out an item stored in Gringotts. The less people know about this matter, the better.Of course, it's not that he can't trust Hill, it's just that this is Dumbledore's request.

Harry was very reluctant. After all, he had not known Hill for half an hour. This was the first wizard friend he knew, and it seemed that his wizard friend knew everything about the wizarding world. He just happened to There are a lot of questions to ask him.

Hill said goodbye to the two of them, then turned around gracefully, and then disappeared into the flow of people in Diagon Alley.

Hill has almost prepared what Hogwarts asked to prepare.The books are okay, the first grade textbooks have not changed much from the previous decades, so Hill is going to use the ones left by his father.

Don't look at those old books, they all contain Adric's learning experience and insights from his student days, and there are also many teachers' notes in class.You must know that many teachers have been teaching at Hogwarts for many years, and their teaching style has not changed. In this way, Hill saves the effort of taking notes and doing homework will save a lot of work.

For the rest, the clothes had already been prepared, and they were custom-made from Muggles according to Hogwarts' requirements, which was less troublesome, and Hill preferred the Muggle outfits.Hill has a bunch of crucibles at home, all of which are of the best quality, and there is no need to buy new ones.Therefore, Hill came here this time to take the wand.

Note that it is "take", not "buy"!
Hill himself is also very strange, the Fox family has too many weird rules, and the wands are all made to order.It seems Adric had Ollivander start preparing the wand when Hill was born, and then pick it up when he could go to Hogwarts.

God knows how Adric was sure that this wand would be suitable for Hill. It is also very important to know the fit between the wand and the wizard. Many wizards have to choose a wand for a long time.The strangest thing is that Ollivander would agree to such a ridiculous request, knowing that they have always insisted that the wand chooses the owner, not the owner chooses the wand, even when the owner is only a newborn.

With a stomach full of questions, Hill came to Ollivander.

The shop is small and dilapidated, and the gold signboard on the door has peeled off. It reads: Ollivander has made excellent wands since 380 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

As Hill entered the store, there was a tinkling of bells from somewhere in the back of the store.The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.The most conspicuous thing is the thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes that are stacked almost to the ceiling, and you don't need to guess that all of them are stuffed with magic wands.

Seeing so many wands, Hill felt as if he had come to an arsenal, surrounded by AK47, M16, RPG and the like.He felt a little uneasy, because he seemed to feel that every wand here was alive. He seemed to hear the wheezing of the wands, and even heard some wands making low hums.

Shaking his head, Hill threw out the thoughts in his mind. These wands may be a bit weird. After all, there are so many wands piled up together, and some of them even date back hundreds or thousands of years ago. There is nothing special about them. , that is absolutely impossible.

The simplest one, the magic wand is such a monopoly necessity, how many people have paid attention to it?But Diagon Alley has only Ollivander's family so far, which already explains the problem.

But there is no need to pay special attention to it. Anyway, no matter how powerful the magic wand is, it is just a broken stick if no one uses it.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. "Another young Fox!"

An old man appeared in front of Hill, his big light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop, they were the same silver eyes as Hill!
Seemingly noticing that Hill's gaze stayed on his own eyes, the old man, that is, Ollivander shook his head, "Oh, dear little Fox, I think we have more important things to do than study the color of pupils, Is not it?"

Hill looked away and turned to the wands all over the room. He nodded, "Yes, according to the agreement, I'm here to get my wand." After finishing speaking, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Excuse me. I take the liberty, Mr. Ollivander, how did you find out that I belong to the Fox family?"

"Guess, do you believe it?"

Hill rolled his eyes, only believe in you!There are so many people who come to buy wands every year, is it really possible to guess one by one?However, since you don't want to say it, then forget it.

"Mr. Ollivander, let's talk about the wand, I can't wait to see what my wand looks like!"

Hill is still full of curiosity about his wand. Will the wand that he ordered at birth really suit him?The wand chooses its owner, what if that wand doesn't choose you?
Three points of anticipation, three points of curiosity, three points of apprehension, and one point of anxiety, this is Hill's mood at this time.

Ollivander had seen countless people, and he could see Hill's expression. He didn't say anything nonsense. He turned around and grabbed all kinds of sticks, feathers and other wand materials from a table. Here comes a box.

It was a silver box, long and thin, with the logo of the Fox family on it, and a black fox face. It seemed that it contained Hill's wand.

Open the box, inside is a layer of black velvet, on which lies a black magic wand quietly.

Hill grabbed the wand and looked at it carefully.

"The material of this wand was sent by your father Adric. Forgive me for my stupidity. I have never seen the wood used except that the core of the wand is the horn of a unicorn. To be honest, the wands of your Fox family have always been They are all custom-made in Ollivander, and this is the first time I have seen such a special wood."

Ollivander looked at Hill holding the wand and seemed to be hesitating, he smiled, "Don't worry, little Fox, try to wave the wand, the master chooses the wand, and the wand also chooses the master, look at this Does the wand really belong to you?"

With anticipation, Hill took a deep breath, and then waved his wand lightly.

The wand drew a wonderful arc, and then the darkness in the entire store was swept away, and a strong silver light shot out from the tip of the wand, illuminating the whole room, as if someone was using [fluorescent flash] Same.It's just that this silvery light is closer to moonlight, and Hill will never recognize that unique coldness.

"Excellent! Congratulations! Child, it seems the wand has chosen you!"

Ollivander looked at the scene in front of him, stroked his messy beard and smiled in relief.For this venerable wand maker, there is nothing happier than seeing the wands he made find their own owners. These wands are like Ollivander's children, and he has a deep love for them. Feelings.

Hill put the wand back in the box, and he was very pleased with the wand, it was indeed a wand that suited him quite well.

"how much is it?"

Ollivander shook his head, and did not answer how much he wanted, but said in his deep voice, "According to the agreement, um, a long-standing agreement, my ancestors made a bet with your ancestors. Fox family All the wands of the descendants will be custom-made in Ollivander when they are born. When they get the wand, if the wand fits well, they only need to charge half of the price. If it fits very well, then this wand will be free!
So boy, this wand, for free! "