HP Magic Biography

I don't know how many magic wands have been replaced, but the table and chairs, which were originally quite ample space, are full of boxes containing magic wands. Mr. Ollivander kept shuttling among the shelves, many wands were stuffed into the hands of little Alfanlin, and Mr. Ollivander took them away without even trying. And the water bottle that had been transferred to the ground, for some unknown reason, was broken again and again, and was restored and reorganized again and again, which also made little Alfanlin's magic squandering almost bottomed out.

What a difficult little customer. Ollivander looked at little Alvalin standing in the middle of the living room, smiled and shook his head. All of a sudden, Mr. Ollivander seemed to think of something, and the originally cloudy eyes gave off a clear feeling at this moment.

I think it's that one. Mr. Ollivander quickly walked into the deeper shelf, and after a while, his old hands tremblingly took out a piece of blood from a box made of sandalwood. Comes the red wand.

He quickly walked in front of little Al Fanlin, facing him, took out his wand, and rushed the end of the handle towards the child named Al Fanlin in front of him.

Al Fanlin stretched out his right hand somewhat at a loss. The moment he held the wand, a golden-red light gushed out from the tip of the wand. At this time, the three people present seemed to hear a loud roar and a sharp cry.

This is really amazing. Mr. Ollivander looked very excited, and his sallow face also showed a kind of flush caused by excitement. He stretched out his hand and pulled back the magic wand in Little Alvalin's hand, and watched it carefully under the light. Mr. Ollivander's eyes seemed to be looking at a precious work of art.

I thought this wand would never choose his wizard, but...

Didn't expect anything? Mr. Ollivander. Little Alvin Lin looked confused at this moment.

Oh, dear Mr. Al, it's very good that the wand has chosen you to be its master. This is really a happy thing. Mr. Ollivander's eyes at this time were very obsessed, and he borrowed After observing the light carefully, he put the wand back into the hand of little Alfanlin, and continued to speak.

This magic wand is the most proud work of me and a Chinese friend of mine. I never thought that today, he would choose his wizard. Mr. Ollivander continued after a pause. The birth of this wand is a miracle. It uses the nerves of the dragon and the tail feathers of the phoenix to form the heart, and the two bodies are made of ancient dragon blood wood from China.

This involves the surprise between Eastern and Western magic materials and witchcraft, right? Little Alvalin asked in a low voice.

Oh, Mr. Al, I didn't expect you to have a little research on the principle of making wands and material science. Mr. Ollivander glanced at little Alvarin with satisfaction, and continued: When you made this wand But that old friend and I spent a lot of hard work. For this, we paid a lot of money to fuse these materials. This wand is 14 inches long, and the main body is made of ancient dragon's blood wood. It is very elastic. The core of the wand is composed of dragon nerves and phoenix tail feathers, which makes this wand have powerful magic power, and is very loyal, and it is difficult to betray its master. It may be a mutation caused by the fusion of materials, but generally speaking, it is a It's a good thing, isn't it, Mr. Alfarin.

Mr. Ollivander, you mean, the wand can betray its master?

Of course, you have to remember Mr. Erfanlin, not only we are using the magic wand, the magic wand, but also the wizard who wants him. You must always keep this in mind and protect it well, Mr. Erfanlin.

Little Alvalin was dragged by his father in a daze, and walked out of Ollivander's wand shop. Although he didn't understand what Ollivander told him later, Alfanlin still remembered Ollie Mr. Vander repeatedly urged.

Let's go there next, Dad! He raised his head, looked at the sun in the sky, covered his eyes with his hands, and the sunlight came through the gap between his fingers.

Let's go buy books first. After all, there aren't too many. You can buy wizard robes, cauldrons, etc. when you go out. You can also spend more time to see what other books I need, so we can buy them together!

Mr. Al lowered his head and looked at the watch in his hand. It was still early, so he nodded in agreement. Although there are many books at home that are brought out by little Al, it is always gratifying that the child likes to read.

Standards of Spells (Volume 1) History of Magic by Mirada Goshak Principles of Magic by Basilda Baichat Introduction to Transfiguration for Beginners by Adalbert Woflin A Thousand Magical Plants and Fungi by Merrick Switch Magic Maps and Potions by Phyllida Spohr Fantastic Beasts and How to Find Them by Arsenius Giger The Power of Darkness—Guidelines for Self-Protection by Scamander, written by Quentin Chamber. Al Fanlin looked down at the list in his hand again, Well, that's right, that's all.

Well, okay, Dad is waiting in line here to pay, you can take advantage of this time to go and see what books you want to buy. Mr. Al looked at the stack of books in the hands of little Al Fanlin, Smiling, he indicated that Fan Lin could choose some reading materials he liked.

Okay, Dad. Little Alfanlin put the stack of books in Mr. Al's hands and turned around. Running into the bookshelf again, Al remembered that in the newspaper called the Daily Prophet, the second page was devoted to introducing a book written by an author named Gerald Lockhart, what was it called? coming? Oh, by the way, it's called I Spent 80 Days with the Snowman in Tibet, and little Al Fanlin still needs some secretaries on potions. There are few books on potions at home, and there are more books on potions. Books on spellcasting and more.

Hey boy, what are you looking for?

A voice as clear and crisp as an oriole came from behind Little Elfan Lin.

I'm looking for some books on potions.

Oh, that's not here. Books about potions are placed on a shelf against the wall on the right side of the bookstore.

Al Fanlin turned his head, said thank you, and found that in front of him was a girl about his height, uh uh, wearing a brand new wizard robe (school uniform), with brown hair and wavy hair. Long hair, delicate and high nose bridge, and a pair of big eyes are very beautiful. If you look carefully, you will easily be intoxicated by the girl's dark brown pupils.

The girl in front of her obviously didn't expect the boy who had been searching for a book for a long time to turn around so quickly. But soon, the girl's attention was focused on the boy's pupils.

Are you born with this? The girl in front of her was obviously very interested in little Alfanlin's eyes.

Yes, miss!

That's beautiful. Apparently, the girl was a little uncomfortable with such a conversation, turned her head forcibly, and noticed the book in Zhan Elfanlin's hand.

Oh, Gerald Lockhart's 80 Days I Spent with the Snowman in Tibet isn't it, it's a very interesting book, I've read it before, and I like the stories on it quite a bit. Are you Huo? Gwartz's newborn?

Well, yes, I have received an invitation from Hogwarts! Little Alvarin smiled slightly, and he guessed that the girl in front of him was also a freshman at Hogwarts, just by looking at the book in her hand. up!

Oh, that's great. Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in the world. I'm glad you received an invitation to enroll in Hogwarts. Little Al was listening to the girl in front of her talking about Hogwarts When the school history. Mr. Al's call came from the door of the bookstore.

Fan Lin, are you alright?

Come on, Dad! Little Alvarin just remembered that he was going to get the Potions book.

I'm sorry. I think it's only when I have the opportunity to listen to you talk about these interesting things. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Erfanlin. What's your name?

Hermione Granger. The girl in front of her was very satisfied with the look in Little Al's eyes when she was talking about it just now!

Oh, nice to meet you, Miss Granger, I think we'll see each other again! Al put the book in his hand aside, stretched out his hand, and shook Hermione Granger politely. Let's do it.

Nice to meet you, Alvarin, you don't need to call me Miss Granger, you can just call me Hermione. Apparently, girls are not used to addressing each other with honorifics.

Okay, Hermione, see you next time. Hearing his father's voice at the door again, he smiled apologetically, picked up the book and hurriedly disappeared behind the bookshelf.