From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 Every magic wand made by Ollivander is waiting for its owner to arrive, but unfortunately some people’s owls did not deliver the letter in time.

　　 William couldn't remember where he heard it, but William, who rarely watched movies, didn't feel much about it at the time. At this moment, he was experimenting with the eighteenth wand for no reason.

　　 After measuring more carefully than a tailor, Ollivander took a pile of wands from the wall and let him try gradually.

　　 Although he didn't think there was any magic in these steps, William still did everything in cooperation and waved the wands according to Ollivander's request.

　　 These new wands were not as resistant to William's swing as the last one, but before William tried to use magic, Ollivander would take the wand, seal it up, and then take out the wand from the next box and hand it over.

When the nineteenth wand was handed over, William took it subconsciously, only to find that the wood that should have been slightly cold had become warmer, even a little hot, but it didn’t hurt. On the contrary, it looked like someone had cold hands and feet in winter. Just like passing a warm water bag, people can't bear to let it go.

　　 He let go of his hand gently, the wand slid off a few inches, and then became extremely handy, as if his arm was extended.

　　 The silver star fell quickly from the top of the wand, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a brilliant firework, pulling out a beautiful light curtain in the air.

　　 "Okay, great, perfect fit."

　　 Ollivander applauded; "Thirteen inches, cedar wood, unicorn hair, it chose you."

"I think so too." William showed the happiest smile since he came to the magic world. Just now he felt as if his best friend was holding his hand, making him feel that he was no longer alone in his struggle. Up.

　　 He didn't plan to figure out what the materials meant at this moment. At this moment, he wouldn't be willing to exchange a Gundam for him. What does the material matter?

　　 If poverty hadn't stopped his final sanity at the moment, he would have liked to throw out all the money he had now, just carrying this magic wand would be enough.

　　 "Eleven gallons, the first wand of new students has a discount." Mr. Ollivander told him with a smile.

　　 Far cheaper than he thought, William resisted the desire to grab a handful of gold, carefully counted eleven Gallon and handed it over-without a doubt, this is the real master.

　　 The unique business is done so rigorously and earnestly completes every detail of the work—the loss-making personnel who sell swords and sticks in Jiama University should completely reflect on why they did this.

　　 Saying goodbye to Mr. Ollivander again, William took two wands and left the shop directly.

　　 He originally had a lot of things to do, but at the moment those things were all pushed behind by William.

What he needs now is not a mess of potion materials, or magic that has never been seen before, nor is it a Kanon or other currency, but a quiet and undisturbed room to get acquainted with his first wand. , And then use this magic wand to get acquainted with the magic he secretly learned in Azkaban for a long time.

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　　 Broken Cauldron Bar.

Although Old Tom was slightly puzzled that William did not enjoy the free air outside after he was released from prison, he was informed of the meal time and did not say anything else-if you miss the time, the free meal will be replaced by a paid evening special. Food is served.

　　 William responded and returned to the house impatiently, and then locked the door.

　　 Although it is impossible for old Tom’s tavern to have murders and other kinds of dog blood, William did so subconsciously.

　　 Next, it took him less than ten minutes to remove the furniture and debris on the floor, to free up a small practice area for himself.

　　 "Huh," William took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, raised his wand, and released the first magic in his life.

　　 "Fluorescence flashes!"

　　 The newly acquired wand lights up, and the seemingly soft light is not suppressed even in the sun.

　　 "Ha," William let out a sigh, and he collapsed on the bed—if he had to learn to release even the simplest magic a little bit, he would have become the most funny professor in the history of Hogwarts.

　　 Once the label of being kicked out by Hogwarts because of lack of strength is added, William will probably be able to go to other places to eat, and he will probably starve to death because of lack of ability.

　　 "The next magic, floating spell."

　　 "The main points of the spell, don't read it wrong, otherwise it may call a cow out—"

　　 William raised a twelve-point caution. The matter of summoning a cow is probably a joke on the student's side, but he really has enough magic power to summon a cow.

　　 A few seconds later, the quill used for the experiment floated perfectly—success.

　　Clear water is like a spring-success.

　　 Alaho Cave opened-success.

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　　 When it’s time to eat, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com William has successfully experimented with more than a dozen simple spells that don’t need to target himself. No more than three experiments can be successful. However, these simple spells are not difficult to release. William’s magic power is enough, and there is no release at all. How difficult.

　　 With the joy of success, William went down the stairs in a few steps, and the old Tom angered him several times to pay attention to safety.

　　 When the food was served, Old Tom couldn't help but ask: "Why, William Jr., you robbed Gringotts?"

　　 "Hey, I just came out of that ghost place. I didn't intend to give credit to the hitters."

　　 "Is there a pureblood who has taken a fancy to your face and is ready to let you fight for a while?"

　　 "I thought, but pure blood is only for pure blood?" William deliberately joked, his joy now can only be shared with others in this way.

　　 "That's not necessarily true, pure blood is not only the hostess."

　　 "Go, be careful. I report you mixed with alcohol in the water!" William pretended to be angry.

　　 "So your glass is pure wine, you have to add money." Old Tom was not annoyed, and opened his hands grinning.

　　 William took out a Nat, pretending to be generous, "Take it, don’t look for it."

　　A bunch of idlers onlookers laughed, and the tavern became a group of music.

Old Tom is also not welcome, picking up Tong Nath with no disgust, swaying towards a group of drunks, and leaving triumphantly-now he is sure that Azkaban's life has not brought much to the little guy in front of him It's gloomy.

　　 William also showed a proud face towards the people around him, walked a few steps to the bar, and sent a glass of wine to everyone present, venting all his happiness in this way.

　　 The atmosphere of the tavern became more and more lively.