curse the world at hogwarts

But escaping requires money.

Rhine deliberately emptied out the cowhide bag and counted it, and found that it was only one hundred galleons, and the aid for new students entering Hogwarts was about the same amount.

He stared at Dumbledore without speaking with a drooping pair of Conan's classic half-moon eyes.

Dumbledore said shamelessly: "Look at your release notice again."

Rhine checked it out calmly and fell into an even deeper state of speechlessness.

"...Attached are some release clauses..."

According to the above explanation, his release from prison was guaranteed by Dumbledore, coupled with the blessing of being young at the time of the "crime", creating a state similar to parole.

For the next year, he must live under the care of a sponsor to prevent him from committing another crime.

Rhine's mood suddenly became bad. After time travel, the bad impression he had on Dumbledore, which was often influenced by the remnant soul of his predecessor, became even worse.

I thought I would escape from birth and be free as a mature wizard, but ended up being trapped?

"One year, just one year," he said in frustration, glaring at Dumbledore.

In my impression, the magical world before entering fourth or fifth grade seemed relatively less dangerous.

In order to be completely free, Rhine decided to make a compromise.

Dumbledore laughed, took out another cowhide bag, and handed it to Rhine.

Rhine was stunned on the spot and stared blankly at this old fox-like old man.

actor? ! ! !

……

An hour later, a clean-cut Rhine Lyle walked out of Madam Malkin's robe shop in Diagon Alley.

He is not the kind of person who always has otherworldly and unparalleled looks, he is just a young man with a delicate appearance and a bit of frailty.

In order not to look gloomy, he rejected the black, green and other dark colors favored by the magic world, and specifically chose a beige robe, which made him look energetic.

Madam Malkin also specially ordered several sets of changes of clothes, which will be sent to him by owl in a few days.

Dumbledore was obviously happy to see this change.

He would have been happier if Rhine hadn't left behind the phrase "keeping accounts of Hogwarts".

"Mr. Filch will be very happy," Dumbledore said. "He is exhausted in the face of the increasingly rampant students."

As a parolee, Rhine certainly couldn't become a professor at Hogwarts, at least not now.

So, his job is as assistant to the caretaker of Hogwarts Castle, but it is classified as "confidential" and the salary is the same as the professors.

This was to prevent Mr. Filch, the castle administrator, from getting angry, and it was also a small compensation given by Dumbledore for Rhine's guilt.

Looking at his new outfit with satisfaction, Rhine felt that it was almost done.

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's emotions too much will only cause the opposite effect. After getting the most expensive sets of clothes, Rhine took out "his" wallet.

"Can I use my wand?" he asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "Of course."

So, the two of them came to an inconspicuous store in Diagon Alley, looked up and saw the sign - Ollivander: Making staffs since 382 BC.

"Amazing..." Rhine complained, opened the door and walked inside.

Perhaps because summer has just entered, most of the children entering school have not yet received their admission notices, so it is not the peak preschool season here, and there are no little wizards here.

"good afternoon."

With a soft voice, Mr. Garrick Ollivander, the staff master, slid out on the wooden ladder.

"Yes, yes..." He looked at Ryder with his big light-colored eyes, "I didn't expect to see you again. Everything is just like yesterday."

Rhine nodded: "I need a new wand."

"A regrettable decision, but there is nothing we can do about it." Mr. Ollivander sighed, "I still remember your previous wand - ten inches, beech wood, dragon heartstring - a tough and powerful combination."

Rhine shrugged. Perhaps it was because of this personality that his predecessor chose to fight against the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic.

"I wonder what kind of wand our Mr. Lyle will be chosen after going through so much?" Ollivander muttered to the shelf where the wand was placed, then turned to look at Rhine, "You know... …”

"It's the wand that chooses the wizard." Rhine added with dignity.

Ollivander snapped his fingers: "It's impressive, isn't it?"

He fumbled around for a while, then took out a box and placed it in front of Rhine.

"It's still the combination of beech wood and dragon heartstrings," Ollivander looked at Rhine expectantly, "Maybe we should keep everything as before?"

Unfortunately, the wand had no reaction at all in Rhine's hand.

Ollivander finally became excited and walked briskly through the shelves: "Interesting, really interesting..."

He took out a dozen more wands and handed them to Rhine.

Unfortunately, apart from causing a few small explosions to damage the wand shop, Rhine didn't get much of a good experience.

until……

Ollivander took out a box from the depths of the shelf and placed it mysteriously in front of him.

"How about trying this mysterious power from the legend?" He looked at Rhine, "That fascinating dark wand."

Dumbledore, who was taking a nap on a stool at the door, suddenly said, "Garrick..."

"I know...I know..." Ollivander stared at Rhine, "I'm just full of expectations."

Rhine was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and picked up the wand.

The moment his fingertips touched the wand, a tingling pain suddenly came from the depths of his soul.

In Rhine's heart, a huge pressure suddenly emerged, covering his entire body and mind like a viscous liquid.

"Chichichi-"

Black and purple flowers suddenly appeared from the tip of the wand, floating in the windless environment.

"That's it!" Ollivander clapped his hands and cheered, "An unexpected choice!"

Dumbledore came to Rhine at some point and asked Ollivander, "Garrick, you haven't told us yet, why is this wand so mysterious?"

"It's my fault," Ollivander said with a smile. "The core of this wand comes from a feather that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Ollivander family... According to my ancestors' records, it belonged to a fairy. "

Rhine said nothing, and Dumbledore nodded with interest: "A fascinating legend."

That means that if you want to raise the price, you can just say so. Don't fool people with stories that are not confirmed by the magic world.

"..." Ollivander rolled his eyes at Dumbledore, "Because of the peculiarity of this feather, no one in my family has successfully made it into a wand core until I found a suitable material..."

He smiled: "Black mage wood, thirteen inches, full of dark flavor."

Rhine suppressed the turmoil in his heart and wished he could kneel down and beg Ollivander to stop talking.

Black mage, mysterious feather, length thirteen...

Are you afraid that Dumbledore is not vigilant enough and reminds him that I will completely turn into a black man after being imprisoned?