Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 6 My Wand!

Just as Mag was about to cry, the wand in his hand gradually became hot, and a layer of flame burned on the surface.

McGuffin felt a slight burn.

Bang, there was a sound, and the wand rushed away from his hand holding the wand.

Ha, - hoo -

McGuffin breathed a sigh of relief.

Ollivander took the wand from mid-air, "It seems—this wand doesn't belong to you either!"

"NND, I seriously suspect that there is an ulterior PY deal between this guy and that old Hogwarts bee. But, finally, it's none of my business."

Although thinking this way lacks some sympathy for Harry, but knowing that he will not be the one who is bleeding all over, McGuffin is very fortunate in his heart, and even cheered a little.

He then began to try one by one.

Some wands had the same reaction just now, but they didn't react like they found their own wand.

McGuffin felt a little anxious.

"Mr. Ollivander, me?"

"It seems that some direction is wrong. Some special connections have been overlooked by me." Ollivander said softly.

He took out his wand and waved it, and some of the hundreds of long and narrow boxes automatically came to the McGuffin, divided into three stacks, and piled up in a pyramidal triangle.

"Try the top one and see if it responds."

McGuffin checked the top wands in the three stacks one by one as he said, and when he was trying the second stack, the upper wand moved as before, emitting a purple light.

Unfortunately, McGuffin knew it wasn't his wand either.

Without waiting for the old gentleman to speak, McGuffin tried other wands.

But at most, there is no response after lighting up like just now.

"Ha, maybe that's the case. You're not related to the phoenix, but to death, or the soul..." Ollivander walked back and forth as if he understood something, yelled and walked back quickly.

The sudden cry startled Mr. Langman, who was dozing off on the chair, and he stood up immediately.

"Ready? . . . have you chosen your wand? Come on! Son, cast a spell and let me see."

McGuffin cast a disdainful look at the funny guy in front of him, but didn't speak.

He felt uneasy—he couldn't get a wand that suited him.Is it possible that I won't be able to enter Hogwarts?
There was a sound from behind, as if searching for something.

After a long time, Ollivander finally came out, holding a long and narrow box.

"An ancient formula combination, take a look at this. Twelve inches, yew wood, night riding tail feathers, - this combination is so special and so rare that I once believed that I couldn't find a suitable owner for it. Come, let us have a try." Ollivander narrated slowly and enthusiastically in a strange tone.

He opened the box, which was covered with thick dust, and took out a wand.

Cough, cough... After the box was opened, several people coughed repeatedly from the dust scattered in the air.

The MacGuffin took the wand while fanning the dust in the air.

This wand was black and purple in color, and it felt abnormally cold, as if it had been taken out of a freezer.

There was an impulse in his heart, an irrepressible feeling, and he waved the wand from the sky to the ground according to his intuition. The space seemed to be cut open, cracks were created out of thin air, and the cracks continued to spread along with the opening. As the wand passed across the room, blue ripples appeared in the air, spreading continuously in the wand shop, passing through Longman and Ollivander.

The whole space was extremely silent, without a single sound.

Afterwards, only the sound of water and waves could be heard from the surroundings, as if it came from the crack, as if there was a sea world on the opposite side of the crack, and Longman, Ollivander and everything in Diagon Alley seemed to be stopped, and McGuffin could not feel any other movement.

"Did you hear that? Is it the sound of the waves?"

MacGuffin's voice broke the silence, and everything returned to normal immediately.

"What kind of sound, that scene just now is really amazing. What kind of ocean waves—the blue ripples are indeed like ocean waves." Langman could hear what he said at this time.

McGuffin looked at Ollivander, neither of them seeming to know what was going on.Out of caution, McGuffin did not tell what happened just now.

Ollivander put the wand in a new box, wrapped it in a brown paper bag, stared at McGuffin with his silvery white eyes and said, "Mr. McGuffin, you have to be careful and proceed with caution."

Longman was a little unhappy, and walked up to him and asked with some emotion: "Mr. Ollivander, what do you mean?"

"Mr. Longman, every wand I make is unique. The wands are choosing their masters, which also represent their masters. The yew wood represents life and death. Everyone who has a deep understanding of death will do great things! Mr. McGuffin!" Just as he was talking, Ollivander turned his head and stared at McGuffin with his pair of silver eyes.

"The yew wand will not choose a mediocre or cowardly one - their masters will always do a great job, no matter it is good or bad, just like that person (whispering). And only those who truly understand death will be recognized by night riding tail feathers. - It seems that Mr. McGuffin, your understanding of death is far superior to others." Ollivander's soft voice gradually became inaudible.

What is this called?Mr. Longman was impatient.

After hearing these words, it was hard to say how McGuffin was feeling. Originally, he wanted to ask what was going on with that voice?What the hell is this wand?Later, I was directly speechless because of these words.

What the hell does this guy know?McGuffin was suspicious.

Could it be that he is also a hidden BOSS?

In general, after buying his own wand, McGuffin was not as happy as he imagined, and he couldn't help but think about Ollivander's words in his mind.

The wand paid Ollivander a total of 10 Galleons. After the two left, a sign was posted outside the wand shop saying that it was closed.

ha!Ollivander, you wand spirit must have an ulterior relationship with that old bee at Hogwarts! !

……

It was already noon when he came out of the wand shop, and the sky became more gloomy, without a ray of sunshine, and the air could smell that dampness—it was going to rain, and the crowd in Diagon Alley had become sparse.

The whole street looks very dark, and the products displayed in each store change light.

For example, in the window of the Quidditch boutique, the latest flying broom displayed is flashing with colorful light, and there are a few burning characters floating on it, which read:

Nimbus 2000
This kind of product is the latest product, the broom handle is exquisitely made of pineapple tree, smooth and streamlined, extremely exquisite, after……

There are more small fonts on the side to mark the instructions.

Standing in the middle of the street, McGuffin and Longman held the envelope and didn't know where to start. At this time, an owl flew across the sky and dropped an envelope at their position.

Seeing this familiar scene, McGuffin picked up the envelope, and it was written in emerald green ink:

London, Diagon Alley, outside Madam Malkin's robe store, received by Mr. McGuffin.

He pulled out the envelope and read it.

……

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Mr McGuffin:

We are pleased to have been notified from Gringotts that you have exchanged your Muggle currency for Galleons at a rate of 5:1 from the Ministry of Magic-approved special exchange withdrawal, which means you have agreed to enroll.

Please board the Hogwarts Express from Platform [-] and Three Quarters at King's Cross Station on September [-]st.

Enclosed is his ticket.

NOTE: Please do not use your owls for further notice.

Vice-Chancellor

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

……

After the two of them finished watching, Langman was a little puzzled, and asked strangely, "Where did we get the owl?"

(End of this chapter)