HP Magic Biography

This, this is... Little Alfanlin was a little speechless in surprise. Obviously, the scene in front of him had completely overturned Erken and his son who had been living ordinary lives.

Welcome to Diagon Alley, Mr. Al! The bartender smiled. Obviously, the expressions of the two men in front of him made him feel very proud.

Dragon liver, 18 Sickles per gram, dragon heart, 1 Galleon per gram!

The newspaper is sold, the newspaper is sold, the latest Prophet Daily, the magical mage Gilderoy Lockhart has a new book! A boy selling newspapers quickly ran past.

Dear sir, you need a copy of the latest Daily Prophet. It only costs 2 Sickles. The newspaper boy looked at Mr. Al, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet high in his hand.

Two silver Sickles, right? As he spoke, Mr. Al fumbled around in his handbag and took out a gold Galleon.

Yes, sir. Taking the gold gallon handed over by Mr. Al, Here is your change.

Mr. Al took the change and the so-called Daily Prophet from the hand of the boy, and spread out the newspaper. The first page of the genuine page was the Dean Dumbledore he had met that day and talked with for a long time.

Why do the characters in the photo move? It's amazing! Mr. Al looked at the newspaper he just bought. In the photo, Dumbledore was delivering his speech, and the figure shook twice on the podium from time to time. Apparently, Dumbledore didn't like the constant exposure of the flash.

On the other hand, little Alfanlin wished that he had 6 eyes, so that he could observe everything around him at 360°C, including people and affairs!

The latest type of crucible, automatic ignition, foldable, no dead angle rotation, you deserve it. It was a shop to buy crucibles, and crucibles of various materials glistened under the sunlight.

Little Alfanlin raised his head again. It was a pet shop. In front of the shop, owls of various colors were constantly flying around. He also saw an owl hanging upside down on a horizontal iron pole. Rat-like animals.

That's a mouse, why does it have wings. Little Alvalin pointed at the creature he didn't recognize.

Fan Lin, that's a bat. My little friend.

Obviously, Al Fanlin, who has been studying obediently at home, was really happy today, especially when he saw a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old in Little Al Fanlin, took out his wand and tapped him lightly And when the little brother who was traveling with him immediately grew a pig's nose, little Alfanlin became extremely excited, and his eyes burst out with an unimaginable brilliance. It wasn't until now that little Alfanlin was finally sure that he really came to the world of magic. He pinched himself hard, and the pain in his leg told him that he was not dreaming!

Look at that boy, the two eyes are different colors, different pupils, so beautiful.

Hearing someone talking about him, Little Alvin smiled politely at the ladies, then turned around and tugged at Mr. Al's sleeve.

Father, let's go, go to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop where Dean Dumbledore said, I can't wait to have a wand of my own!

Little Al pulled Mr. Al's sleeve, and quickly ran two steps forward.

Hurry up, Dad.

Mr. Al turned his head and gave an apologetic smile to the ladies who had praised his son just now, then trotted after little Al Fanlin, and got into the passing crowd.

I don't know how long I walked, but I just trotted towards the largest building that can be seen at a glance at the entrance of Diagon Alley.

Where is it? Little Alfanlin shuttled back and forth among the crowd, constantly looking at the shops on both sides of the road, but unfortunately, he was too small to do what he wanted.

Fan Lin, Fan Lin, stop quickly.

Mr. Al quickly chased forward two steps, and grabbed the little Al Fanlin who was about to continue running forward.

Why, Dad, it's just a pet shop, I don't think I have much time to keep pets at school.

I think you still need an owl. Otherwise, how would you contact me at school? Mr. Dumbledore said that Hogwarts has no mobile phone signal.

He patted the head of little Al Fanlin, Boy, look there, I think this is the destination you want.

Following the direction of Mr. Al's finger, there is a shop with a black facade. The green window sills are inlaid with transparent glass. The owner is too lazy to clean. A large brown plaque hangs above it, with the words Ollivander Wand Shop written on it, and a wooden wand painted in black is on the far right of the plaque, and Alvalin recognized it at a glance. , that is a magic wand. Little Al just saw it.

Cheering and ran to the opposite side, through the window, Al Fanlin saw many small boxes piled up there.

Knocking on the door, with the ding-dong sound of the doorbell, Al and his son walked into the shop.

Excuse me, is anyone there? Al Fanlin called to the owner of the shop while looking around at the surrounding scenery.

Excuse me……

A loud bang interrupted what Al Fanlin was about to say. In between, a ladder slid out from a shelf full of boxes. An old man with white hair also appeared in the field of vision of Al and his son along with the ladder, with white eyeballs and blue pupils, but it looked a little cloudy, which proved that the old man's eyes were not particularly good.

Excuse me, are you Mr. Ollivander? Little Alvin Lin took a small step back, obviously frightened by the way the old gentleman in front of him left the factory, thinking in his heart, what if the old gentleman fell down What to do, after all, he is so old.

Yes, Mr. Little, I am Ollivander. While speaking, Mr. Ollivander quickly stepped down from the ladder, tapped lightly with his magic wand, and a tape measure bounced off the ground, as if Someone was doing the work, carefully measuring the shoulder width, arm length, height and other measurable data of little Alfanlin. Then Mr. Ollivander plunged into the rack again.

Uh, hello, Mr. Ollivander, my name is Alvalin, I think, I need a wand, I heard that you are the best wand maker here.

While speaking, the tape measure had finished measuring, as if it had lost its magic power, and fell back to its original place.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from the shelves. Mr. Ollivander held a long box in one hand, walked up to Al Fanlin, and took out a brown uh uh wand from the box. , and stuffed it into the hands of little Al Fanlin.

Mr. Al, give it a try! Ollivander looked at little Alvalin with a smile on his face.

Uh, I'm sorry, sir, what should I do? Although little Alvarin finally held a wand, which made him very excited, it was obvious that little Alvarin didn't know how to use the wand to Unleash the magic.

Well, just wave it like that, and it will be fine.

Accompanied by a flash of pale golden light, the water bottle that had been placed on the table burst open with a bang.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander. Al Fanlin hurriedly put the wand back into Mr. Ollivander's hand. And raised his left hand.

Reparo (recovery curse) A golden-red light flashed between the fingers, and the water bottle that had burst was restored to its original state immediately.

Mr. Ollivander took a deep look at the ring on little Alvarin's left hand, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, then stared into little Alvarin's eyes for a full two seconds, as if he had found the answer In general, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

It doesn't matter, Mr. Al, obviously, this wand is too aggressive to suit you.

Turning around, Mr. Ollivander burrowed into the pile of cargo racks again, looking for a suitable wand for little Alvarin.