Azkaban students at Hogwarts

When school starts, it's always easy to pick out those children from non-wizarding families in Diagon Alley - especially when they are followed by parents who are following suit.

For this reason, businessmen have prepared a complete set of rhetoric to deal with the questions of Muggle parents, and they are often used to deal with curious children.

But they never use this trick on children from wizarding families.

Because their parents, whether rich or poor, have determined their needs early, and will not pay more or less than a knut just because of their words.

Today, Ollivander's Wand Store welcomes the former combination.

Mr. Ollivander, who was reading the newspaper behind the counter, just heard the exclamations of the family and understood the identity of the visitor.

He quickly ordered the tape measure to start working, and then selected a large number of wands from the shelf behind the counter.

This was naturally not because he expected to sell more wands, but because young wizards from Muggle families were good experimental samples for wand science.

Lacking the influence of their parents, they can more intuitively reflect the close connection between wizard characteristics and wand materials.

But this time, Mr. Ollivander miscalculated.

The little wizard only selected two or three wands - or rather, after being selected by two or three wands, one of the wands had already made his choice.

It obeyed the little wizard's hand, but exuded a somewhat powerful aura.

Mr. Ollivander was not surprised. This peaceful submission came from the vine, and the strength came from the dragon's heartstrings.

But the little wizard still had many doubts.

"Is grapevine wood considered a tree?"

The person who said this was a little witch with thick brown hair and two front teeth.

Ollivander gently took the wand back from the little witch's hands, gently put it back into the wand box, and began to pack it.

"Druids classify any plant with a woody stem as a tree, and wands made from grapevine wood have such special properties that I happily follow the ancient druid tradition of classifying them as trees."

"But it took me a long time to see the student who came in before me. I don't know if this means that my magic talent is not as good as others."

The little witch tried her best to speak in a calm tone, but everyone around her could tell that she was about to cry.

Ollivander tied the ribbon on the wand box again and again, almost creating the most complicated pattern this year.

But it didn't make sense, the little witch's attention was not attracted by this beautiful gift box.

She bulged her eyes and continued to stare at Ollivander.

In the end, he had no choice but to sigh and start thinking of a way to deal with it.

Mr. Ollivander is extremely proficient in wand science, but he can't do anything about the little girl's tears.

The little witch became obviously more nervous when she saw him shaking his head, and even her parents cast doubtful glances.

The meaning is very clear——

My daughter is very talented and has been a top student since she was a child; even if she does not have the appearance of a great emperor, she must be able to turn her fighting spirit into a horse.

After seeing that there were no new guests outside the door, Ollivander could only explain to them:

"Grapevine wands are special. With great interest, I discovered that almost all owners of grapevine wands have lofty ambitions, extraordinary foresight, and people who think they know everything are speechless."

As he spoke, he put the wands that the little witch tried just now on the cushions in the box, but kept glancing at the Daily Prophet thrown on the chair.

In the photo that took up most of the page, Roman's face was expressionless and motionless.

This is a picture of him when he first entered Azkaban.

If it weren't for the fact that several Aurors were whispering around, people would have suspected that this was a Muggle newspaper.

A large title is printed above the picture——

Roman Heller will go to trial on time.

“The hidden personality is strongly attracted to grapevine wands, and I have found them to be more responsive in connecting with their owners than any wand made of wood.”

Hermione stared at Ollivander, but found that his attention was not on her.

She tried to look over the counter to find Ollivander's gaze, but her height limited her ability; and the Grangers naturally would not make such a rude move.

They were probably impressed by this rhetoric.

It's a pity that they don't know that Mr. Ollivander can make a similar hole on any wand made of any material.

"Trusted sources state that this wand can produce magical effects when in the same room with the right owner, and I witnessed this twice in my shop."

"Is this my second time?"

The little witch asked with a bit of hope. After all, the first time she touched the wand felt quite wonderful.

The question received no response.

But the little witch also knew that this probability was very low. After all, Ollivander sold a lot of wands every year, and grapevine was not a special material.

"Who is that person?" The small voice sounded again.

"Oh?" Ollivander was obviously distracted, and then quickly returned to the topic, "Yes, Miss."

"Excuse me, do I know who the so-called "suitable masters" are?" The little witch cleverly changed her question.

Ollivander was stumped. He didn't know how to introduce the "suitable master".

Do you want him to say - "Ah, my dear child. The last owner of the perfect grapevine wood was suspected of twelve felonies and was about to go to trial, the most famous of which were smuggling of dark magic items and murder of werewolves?"

How should he encourage this little witch who is about to enter the magical world?

"You will definitely become a 'successful' person like him?"

He looked outside the door, as if expecting someone to come to ease this embarrassing situation.

Come on and rob Gringotts.

The new watermelon-flavored ice cream at Florin's Soda Shop tastes like a slug. Why isn't anyone picking on it? Someone chop it up.

Why doesn't anyone go to the Quidditch Boutique and let the Bludgers out.

The new Nimbus is on sale, who’s going to grab one——

But as the saying goes, all coincidences happen in the present.

Ollivander grinned, lowered his head and looked at the little witch, and said softly:

"he came."

The little wizard wearing a hood and black robe walked in from the door, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the scorching eyes cast by several people in the room.

The last time I encountered such a burning gaze was the last time.

Roman lowered his head without leaving any trace, letting the brim of his hat cover his face.

"How about I come back later?" he asked Mr. Ollivander in a low voice.

"No, no, no, I think you came at the right time." Ollivander put the packed wand into the little witch's hand, raised his head and looked at the person who came, "Then, Mr. Heller, what can I do for you?" Are you at your service?"

Roman, who had just arrived from Hogwarts, looked at the family of three in front of the counter and said hesitantly:

"I want to test my wand."

He pulled his wand from his belt, "I'm a little worried about it."

As the court session approaches, there is no need for him to hide all day long.

Especially recently, his wand seems to be abnormal and extremely excited during daily practice.

"Worry?"

Ollivander noticed the wording.

He could be said to have snatched the wand with his hands, and then looked at it with a solemn expression.

Hermione looked up at the boy who was a head taller than her, but whose face was well hidden by his collar, hat and monocle.

"Who are you?" Noticing the little witch's direct gaze, Roman glanced at her briefly.

Are there any strange little wizards who dare to talk to me these days?

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

The little witch was startled by his unintentional cold voice.

"Miss Granger would like to know what qualities people with the same wand wood as her have?"

Ollivander's voice sounded, but much lighter.

"Orchids are blooming."

A cluster of orchids blooms on the head of the wand.

"You take good care of your wand."

Ollivander admired slightly, "I noticed its cheerfulness."

"Happy?"

Roman was confused by this new word before he could react to the name Hermione.

he repeated, seeming unsure.

"Yes, cheerful, so novel." Ollivander spoke in a tone that seemed to have a melody.

"I can feel tenderness and kindness, and..."

He only spoke half of what he said, but his tone became much gentler.

It was clear that Ollivander had made a choice without hesitation between the trustworthiness of the newspaper and his wand skills.

"I'm not sure..." Roman responded hesitantly.

According to the existing theory of wandology, the combination of unicorn and vine should not be so eager for powerful magic.

"Please use it as much as you can." Ollivander replied decisively. "No matter what you do with it, it is happy."

Roman put the wand back into his arms, bowed his head slightly, said goodbye, and left in a hurry.

The little witch looked at his back, then turned to look at Mr. Ollivander:

"Sir, may I know what newspaper you were reading just now?"

"That newspaper is..." Mr. Ollivander smacked his mouth, very embarrassed. He was afraid that if the other party saw the newspaper, he would have some strange impression on the wizarding world.

"The Daily Prophet, the most authoritative newspaper in the wizarding world in the country."

The store door was pushed open again, and a healthy old lady walked out of the door, followed by her grandson who followed suit.

She wore a green robe, a fox fur scarf, a tall hat with a stuffed eagle on the top, and held a large red handbag.

"Miss, I personally suggest you order it after school starts, because then it may have to talk about some real stuff."

Hermione was intimidated by her aura and subconsciously took a half step back, but then stood back to her original position forcefully.

This made Mrs. Longbottom nod with satisfaction, "Although the adults are full of weaklings, fortunately, the young wizards still have some backbone."

"Augusta." Ollivander nodded helplessly to Mrs. Longbottom, "There is no need for you to be so angry."

"I'm not old enough to walk on the street, and the Daily Prophet has already started to fool me into thinking I'm an old fool." Mrs. Longbottom took off her hat and greeted everyone present, "Neville, go to the queue. Behind the lady."

The little boy with a round face hurried up behind Hermione, still holding his toad nervously in his hand.

Ollivander sighed softly, feeling that things were getting more and more troublesome.

This tiredness lasted until the lights came on. He sent away the last customer and began to use his wand to clean the dust at the door of the store.

In Diagon Alley under the moonlight, a tall and thin figure ushered in.

Mr. Ollivander was not surprised at all when he saw the visitor; he kept using his olive wood wand to suck up all the dust from the foot pads.

"At the beginning, I wasn't quite sure why you asked me to make that wand. But now it seems that you should have understood the mystery of it all."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The people behind him didn't stop him, they just watched silently as he closed the store door.

Under the moonlight, only a pair of semicircular lenses remained shining.

And Ollivander behind the store door was not as calm as he had just shown.

From the moment he made the wand, he knew the uniqueness of the unicorn's tail feathers.

It is gentle and peaceful on the surface, but inside it pursues the power of magic.His unique talent in healing magic cannot cover up his ambitious ambitions.

He originally thought that in the hands of the children of the Heller family, this wand would show its ultimate gentleness, but now it seems that the wand has already chosen the most suitable owner for him.

From his experience, the occurrence of this situation means that there must be something weird about the unicorn itself.

However, this kind of wand core cannot be copied and does not conform to his production philosophy.

He was not interested in things that had nothing to do with wands. As for where the core of the wand came from——

Ollivander is a wand maker, not a detective.

This is Diagon Alley, not Baker Street.

Ollivander has been making wands for so long, and he knows best what to ask and what not to ask.