I'm a priest at Hogwarts

As they entered the store, a jingling bell came from somewhere at the back of the store.The shop is very small, with nothing else but a bench.

Edward placed the cart across the aisle and sat slumped on the bench to rest his legs.Orlando had a strange feeling, as if he had arrived in a strictly managed library; looking at the thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes that were almost up to the ceiling, he suddenly felt unusual for some reason. The dust and silence here seemed to make him uncomfortable. People feel that there is mysterious magic hidden there.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," said a soft voice, bringing Orlando out of his reverie.

"Hello, sir, I'm here to buy a wand."

"Yes, young man, I can see it." The old man stood in front of Orlando. His big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop, seeming to be able to see through people's hearts.

Orlando was in a trance for a moment. The glass bracelet detected magic fluctuations, and the automatic protection function turned on, emitting a dazzling blue light.

The unsuspecting old man leaned back and almost fell down after touching the blue light. He hurriedly held on to the shelf by the wall, and it took him a long time to recover.

The sudden change alerted Orlando. He stared at the old man warily and asked loudly: "Old sir, why are you doing this?"

Edward, who still didn't know what happened, quickly stood up and stood in front of Orlando, as if he was on guard against something.

The old man regained consciousness, shook his dizzy head, and frowned. It seemed that the counterattack of the glass bracelet just now made him very uncomfortable.

Waving his hand, the old man said dryly: "Young man, don't be nervous. I have no bad intentions. I just used mind reading. This is a test for every new wizard, and it is not aimed at you alone."

"Mind reading?" Orlando broke out in a cold sweat. He hid too many secrets that the world cannot know.

"Young man, don't worry. My mind-reading ability is just to confirm that the person who buys the wand from my store is not a vicious person and does not mean to offend you."

The old man took several breaths before finishing these sentences.

After saying that, the old man fumbled around, took out a brown glass wine bottle from the bottom of the table next to the shelf, and took a swig. A strong smell of medicinal wine instantly filled the small store.

"Orlando, let's get out of here first." Although he didn't understand what happened, Edward was eager to protect his son, and his first thought was to get out of here as soon as possible.

Dad's coming forward warmed Orlando's heart. He pulled Edward's arm and said, "Dad, don't worry, I know what's going on. You can rest for a while, and we'll go home after you choose the wand."

After drinking the medicinal wine, the old man's body finally returned to normal. He looked at Orlando and then at Edward in disbelief. He thought he was a wizard child born as a Muggle, but who would have thought that he would have such a magical item on his body.

Fortunately, I just wanted to test his character and didn't use magic excessively, otherwise the power of this counterattack would have cost me my life.

"Young man, your name is Orlando?"

"Yes, sir."

"You can call me Ollivander, or Mr. Wand, who is this?" Ollivander pointed at Edward and asked.

"This is my father, Edward Adam Bloom."

"Okay, okay, after so many years, it's really rare for wizards from Muggle families to be so good." Ollivander said insincerely.

After hearing this, Edward frowned and opened his mouth. It was obvious that this sentence made him very unhappy; "a wizard from a Muggle family", was this discriminating against him and his son?

Sensing his father's strange behavior, Orlando shook his head at Edward to signal him to be silent.

"Mr. Ollivander, thank you for the compliment. I think it's getting late. Can we pick out wands?"

"Of course, of course, everyone who enters the store is a guest. I welcome them. So, please come with me."

Orlando stood on a wooden pillar, and Ollivander took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his coat pocket.

"Which arm do you use your wand with?"

"I guess I'm right-handed."

"Put your arms up... okay." He measured Orlando, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knees to armpits, and finally the circumference of his head.As he measured it, he said: "Every Ollivander's wand contains super powerful magical substances. This is its essence, Mr. Orlando. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves." .Every Ollivander wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Of course, if you use a wand that belongs to another wizard, it will never be as good. The effect.”

The tape measure was measuring on its own from beginning to end, while Ollivander was memorizing the data while moving back and forth between the shelves, busy selecting some long boxes to move down.

Soon the tape measure had finished measuring all the data, and long boxes were placed in front of Orlando.

Ollivander did have a craftsman's spirit when he got into working mode. He took out a wand made of beech and handed it to Orlando, saying: "Made of beech wood and snake nerve, nine inches long. Very good and very flexible. , give it a try."

Orlando picked up the wand and tried to wave it. The wand crackled and emitted a burst of white smoke.

"No, no, try this again." He said and took the wand from Orlando's hand.

"Try this again. Made of maple, with phoenix feathers. It's seven inches long and has good elasticity. Give it a try..."

Taking the wand, Orlando waved it vigorously. This time, the wand did not emit white smoke, but sparks. The scene was like an electric welding operation. Ollivander, who was waiting on the side, suffered an instant disaster, and his gray hair was ignited. A big chunk.

Quickly extinguishing the sparks on his head, Ollivander picked up another handful and said without any discouragement: "Try this, it's made of ebony wood and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, very elastic. Come on. Come on, come on, try this one.”

A burst of black smoke flashed past, and it seemed it wasn't this one.

Orlando tried one after another. The open box in front of him had already formed a small mountain.

"A picky customer, huh? It doesn't matter, let me think about it, you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable one for you..."

Ollivander, who was in working mode, pulled his gray beard and ran around in circles.

If this continues, he may not be able to find a wand that suits him even after dark. Orlando, who is bored, sees that Ollivander doesn't notice him.

He secretly took out a talisman from his arms, bit his thumb and dripped a drop of blood. As the magic power circulated, the talisman rose up without wind, flew through the air, and was attached to a box at the bottom of the shelf in the corner.

Orlando hurriedly passed Ollivander and walked over. When no one was paying attention, he tore off the talisman from the box. Then he pointed at the box and said: "Mr. Ollivander, I feel that the wand I want is in this box." .”

"Oh, oh..., is that so?" Ollivander asked slightly suspiciously after coming back to his senses.

"Yes, sir, I'm sure."

"Well, since you are sure, it doesn't hurt to give it a try."

After exhausting all his efforts, Ollivander pulled out this box from the pile of boxes.

Opening the box, Ollivander looked at it carefully and said: "This wand has been in our shop for more than 200 years. It is made of thunder wood and thunder dragon sinew. It is eight and a half inches long. The wand has thunder properties. For ordinary people, let alone using it, even picking it up would be difficult, otherwise it wouldn’t have been gathering dust for more than 200 years. Are you sure you want to try it?”

From the moment he opened the box, Orlando felt that nothing could be more suitable for him than this wand.

No need to answer, Orlando gave the answer with practical actions.He picked up the wand and waved it vigorously. A bolt of lightning shot out from the wand, and a brilliant brilliance streaked through the air as he waved his arm.

"Oh, great, oh, really, great. Oh, oh, oh... it's so amazing... it's so amazing..." Ollivander shouted loudly.

Although Edward, who was watching from the sidelines, didn't quite understand, he also clapped his hands and cheered.

Orlando reluctantly put the wand back into the box. Ollivander wrapped it in brown paper and muttered: "This is a great wand. Only magicians with extreme attributes can control it. Please You have to treat it well.”

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander, I will treat it like a relative."

"Eight Galleons, 8 Sickles." Ollivander put the box containing the wand into Orlando's hand.

After paying, Mr. Ollivander bowed and sent them out of the store.

After leaving the door, Edward let out a long breath and ended the day's shopping. His mood improved inexplicably. He felt that the white eyes and disregard he had received in his entire life were not as many as he had encountered on this day.

"Dad, give me a few galleons." Although Edward was surprised, he still grabbed seven or eight gold coins from his arms.

Orlando has been very self-disciplined since he was a child and never spends money recklessly. Edward is very relieved about this.

Holding the gold coins, Orlando quickly ran to the other side of the road, where there was a gorgeously decorated candy store.

After a while, Orlando ran back with a bunch of candies of various colors.

"This is a gift for my mother and sister Emily."

Edward slapped his head and said in annoyance: "Damn it, I almost forgot about such an important thing. Fortunately, Orlando has a good memory. Otherwise, he might have been blamed for half a year if he went back like this."

"Dad, here, here is the remaining money."

"Just take it. I won't give you all the money later. In this mortal world, we can't use it even if we want to." Edward said mockingly to himself.

Following the afterglow of the setting sun, the two returned along the original path and passed through the wide archway. Orlando took out his wand, found the right spot and tapped it three times. The brick he knocked on shook and began to move. The middle place A small hole appeared, and the hole grew larger and larger.

Orlando took the lead and stepped in, followed closely by Edward pushing the cart.

It was dinner time at this time, and there were many more people in the Leaky Cauldron, making the small space even more crowded.

Orlando had to apologize while pushing forward.

When passing by the bar, the bar owner Tom tasted a small wine glass, then looked at the magic wand in Orlando's hand and asked with a smile: "Mr. Little Wizard, would you like a glass of sherry? It tastes very good. .”

Orlando politely refused: "Thank you Mr. Tom, I think I am not underage and cannot drink."

Tom raised his glass and said in an exaggerated tone: "That's such a pity, then, young man, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Edward was silent as he listened to them.He knew that this was the world of wizards, and it was better for him, an ordinary person, to remain silent than to humiliate himself.

Pulling on his father's sleeve, the two hurriedly left the bar.

After leaving the door of the bar and coming to the crowded streets of London, Edward took a long breath. This is his own world, he thought in his heart.

In order to check in the owl, Edward had to fill out a lot of forms and accept a lot of inquiries. After delaying for more than an hour, he finally got on the evening flight.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when we got home. Emily was already bleary-eyed and fell asleep on the sofa. Mary yawned and prepared a sandwich.

Edward was very hungry. He didn't bother to wash his hands and was about to grab something to eat, but Mary stopped him.

The sound of speaking made Emily wake up from her sleep. When she saw the owl on the one-legged stool, she was extremely happy.

In order to calm her excitement, Orlando had to grab a handful of owl food and asked her to help feed it.

The next day, Orlando got up early as usual, quietly finished his morning classes and then returned to the bedroom.

This time he did not lie down in bed and sleep as usual, but picked up the books he bought and read them.

He is eager to master the power of magic, which he has never been exposed to in his previous life. Mastering this power will most likely perfect his Taoist practice.

Today, my mother, Mary, took a special day off. My father, Edward, came back too late yesterday and did not go to work today.The family was talking and laughing while eating snacks such as Bibi Multi-flavored Beans, Chuibao Super Bubble Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pies, Pot Cake, Licorice Magic Wands, etc., and screamed in various ways from time to time, even if they got into their noses. They also enjoy the strange-flavored beans that smell like shit.

"Mom, look, it's a living chocolate frog!" Emily couldn't help but giggle when she opened the chocolate frog packaging box and saw the chocolate frog jumping away.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Orlando grabbed the chocolate frog that fell on the sofa and handed it to Emily.

Seeing the fun, Mary picked up a bag and tore open the packaging. "Is this thing really edible?" Mary raised her eyebrows and looked at the living chocolate frog in front of her suspiciously, expressing doubts about whether it was safe to eat.

"Mom, the chocolate frog is edible, it tastes very good!" Emily said happily, holding up the leftover chocolate frog, with some melted chocolate still on her face.

"Orlando, look, there's another card here." Mom seemed to have discovered something and pulled out a card from the bag.

Orlando and Emily also came over. On the front of the card was an old man with a white beard, and at the top it read: Albus Dumbledore... The current headmaster of Hogwarts, recognized as the greatest wizard of our time.