Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

In order to allow Neville's family of three to enjoy their first shopping together, Lanfeng proposed to split into two groups. Neville's family of three would go together, while Lanfeng and Guo Ya would bring Lu Chenchen with them. Lu Chenchen also received a belated message. Apprenticeship gift - a fairy-style hearthstone.

"Let's go buy uniforms first. Mrs. Bojin's robe shop stipulates that you can only buy them there. If there is no inside story, I won't believe it." Lan Feng complained while holding the purchase list, "I remember when I was in school. Now, the teacher asked me to buy study materials and also specified which bookstore to buy them from. At the time, I didn’t think it was a big deal, but now I think about it, if the bookstore didn’t give the teacher a kickback, I wouldn’t believe it.”

Lu Chenchen raised his head curiously and asked, "Is there such a teacher? Aren't the textbooks and materials distributed uniformly by the school?"

Lanfeng curled his lips and did not answer his question, but Guo Ya said, "That's because you met a teacher like Director Shen."

Madam Malkin is a short, fat witch with a pleasant smile and dressed in purple.

Seeing Lan Feng and Guo Ya walking into the store with a child, they greeted Lu Chenchen and said, "Are you going to buy Hogwarts school uniforms, dear?" Before Lu Chenchen could answer, Mo Jin The lady made him stand on a footstool, put a robe on him, and pinned it to fit his length.

Mrs. Borgin was obviously a talkative witch. When measuring Lu Chenchen, she did not forget to babble: "I really hope Dumbledore can listen to what I say. Although it is a uniform, you can still have many styles. Don't be so rigid. Look at the clothing store opposite. It's very popular with girls. If the girls' uniforms at Hogwarts can be changed to cheongsams, I won't have to listen to the little witches complaining every day."

I don’t know who these words were addressed to, maybe to Lan Feng, maybe to myself.

Although Mrs. Borgin talked a little more, she was unambiguous when it came to cutting the clothes. He put the model robe for measuring on the long table aside, and immediately a magic tape measure flew over and marked on the model robe. Then, several pieces of cloth of different colors poked out from the wall, and a pair of magic scissors "swished" them down, then cut the pieces of cloth into pieces of various shapes; then, several pieces of cloth shone with silver. The long needle of light threaded itself and danced on these pieces of cloth. After a while, several separate pieces of cloth were sewn together, and the Hogwarts school emblem was not repaired on the cloth. Finally, Borgin The lady picked out a few buttons from a box and threw them over. The silver needle seemed to have received instructions and sewed the buttons firmly onto the already formed robe.

"Huh, your robe, dear, come and try it." Mrs. Bojin handed the newly made robe to Lu Chenchen, "The thread used on the robe is enchanted. After the colleges are divided, it will display Get the badges of different colleges.”

Lu Chenchen took the robe and put it on her body. The size was just right, but she was a little uncomfortable: "I feel chilly down there."

Mrs. Borkin smiled and said, "Honey, you could wear a pair of thicker trousers."

After paying for the robe, the three of them walked out of Mrs. Bo Jin's robe shop. Lu Chenchen had already taken off his robe.

"Next is the magic wand. We don't need this, but I'll take you to see it as a check-in."

The wand shop is not far from Mrs. Borgin's robe shop, just a few steps away. The shop is small and shabby. The gold sign on the door has peeled off. It reads: Ollivander - Since 380 BC The staff was made in two years.In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

Since they had no intention of buying a wand, they turned to leave, but then they heard an explosion from the store, followed by a conversation:

"Oh, no, no, no, this is not suitable for you. It's so strange! My child, maybe you are not suitable for casting spells."

"I'm sorry."

"Master Ollivander, please search again. There must be a wand suitable for Neville."

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Frank, but no wand would choose little Neville."

"Jingle Bell!"

The door of the wand shop was pushed open, and Ollivander turned to greet the new customer. He saw a panda bending down and walking into the store, followed by the female owner of the Hearthstone Tavern at the other end of the street, and an oriental-looking man. Child.

Ollivander had never sold a wand to any of the three people, so he didn't know how to start: "Um, welcome, Professor Lanfeng, Ms. Guo Ya, and this little wizard from the East." He hesitated. After a long while, he said, "My father once went to China to collect materials for making sticks. It was a magical country."

"Hello, Ollivander." Lanfeng greeted him, and then asked the Neville family standing by with melancholy expressions, "What happened, Frank."

Frank smiled: "We are picking out wands for Neville, and then"

"Choose a wand for Neville? Neville, don't you have a wand?" Lanfeng interrupted Frank and lowered his head to ask Neville.

Facing his master, Neville seemed more confident and replied: "The wand I use belongs to my father, so..."

"We suspect that the wand affected Neville's spellcasting. We don't believe the nonsense that our little Neville has no spellcasting talent." Frank was filled with indignation. "When Neville was born, his swaddling clothes fell apart due to our negligence. , Neville, who was less than half a year old at the time, subconsciously used magic to wrap the quilt tightly around his body. How many little wizards can do this!?"

Ollivander hunched his back and retorted: "But that's the fact. No wand chooses Neville. I've only seen this kind of situation with some semi-squibs!"

What he said was very harsh. In the British wizarding world, "squib" is the biggest insult to weak wizards. Neville lowered his head again after hearing this, but Frank couldn't bear it anymore, regardless of the fact that the man in front of him was famous in Britain. The staff master wanted to punch him, but Alice stopped him.

Lan Feng probably knew what was going on. He knelt down and put his hands on Neville's shoulders: "Lift your head, Neville, and look into my eyes!" Neville, who always listened to his master, raised his head. He tilted his head and stared at Lan Feng's black eyes with hazy eyes, "Neville, everyone in this world can disbelieve you and deny you, but you can never deny yourself; you are an extremely talented martial artist. A monk can also be an excellent wizard; Neville, forget the nonsense about a wand choosing a wizard. The wand is just a tool. What qualifications does a tool have to choose its own master?

You will be a good brewmaster, and you will also be a good wizard, I say it! "

As he spoke, Lanfeng took out the wand that caused the explosion from Ollivander's hand, which was hesitant to speak, and put it into Neville's hand:

"Take it and conquer it!"