A sharp Hogwarts

"I have decided, I will choose this knife!"

"No, no, no, this won't work. Students are not qualified -"

Mr. Ollivander's words caught in his throat, and Dahlia held a piece of parchment under his nose.

It was a license to purchase a magic knife jointly issued by the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.

At the end of the document were signed Dumbledore's and Fudge's names.

"This document is an unlimited purchase license, right?"

Dalia said seriously, pointing to the two signatures at the bottom.

"Within your business scope, I can choose any magic knife... This should be considered eligible for purchase, right?"

"Uh, um-"

Mr. Ollivander's brows were raised high and his lips opened and closed several times.

His eyes kept wandering between the parchment document and the murderous Han sword on the ground.

"Theoretically... it seems... from the Ministry of Magic's policy... it's roughly like this..."

"But this knife—I still can't sell it to you because it's not a kitchen knife. It's—"

"It's obviously a hunting knife! I heard Percy say that in addition to kitchen knives, many wizards also have a handy hunting knife."

Dalia spoke quickly and took the initiative to answer, with just the right amount of pride to hold her chest out and her hands on her hips.

Glancing at Mr. Ollivander who was stunned, she admired her superb acting skills.

If the direct answer was "Huanshou Dao", then Ollivander would probably not sell it.

After all, this is a vicious weapon made to kill people, and it may not work even with documents from the Ministry of Magic.

However, as long as she bites the bullet to death that this is a hunting knife, the room for negotiation will suddenly become much larger.

"Hunting knife...oh, okay, yeah-"

He glanced at the long straight-edged knife, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and his voice was very soft.

"In terms of classification, it is a hunting knife, a very special kind of hunting knife."

"In fact, it was not forged by our family..."

Mr. Ollivander knelt down, carefully picked up the knife, and placed it on the counter in the main hall.

"Well, more than a century ago, my grandfather went on an expedition to the East with the British Ministry of Magic and brought it back from a magical manor."

"Magic Manor? Expedition?" Dalia repeated, humming.

"Its official name is Han Dao, or Huanshou Dao——"

Mr. Ollivander said, gently stroking the blood groove on the edge of the blade with his fingers, and said faintly.

"I am a magic knife forger, Miss Dursley. I remember the status and properties of each magic knife."

"Your 'original' kitchen knife is an oriental 'Civil and Military Qilin Knife'. From the moment it chose you, I knew that you were extra special - the recognition of Qilin is even rarer than the Phoenix. The goddess saint and the wizard with transcendent human nature cannot be controlled. This ring-shou sword and the Qilin sword come from the same place, but there is a span of thousands of years in the forging time of the two. This kind of resonance that spans thousands of years... cough , this cannot be explained by a little bit of foreign blood."

Mr. Ollivander stared at Dahlia with his pale, colorless eyes, as if looking at some extremely dangerous beast.

"This is a fighting knife, Miss Dursley...you know that very well, a hunting knife...for hunting 'humans'."

"Ordinary magic knives may resonate with a suitable wizard, but war knives are a little different——"

"The Magic Saber responds only to those wizards who have a determined, clear purpose."

The old man paused, looked Dalia up and down, and said meaningfully.

"Your soul is...wonderful, Miss Dursley."

"I don't understand what you're talking about-"

Dalia's face darkened, and her right hand subconsciously held the kitchen knife at her waist.

There is obviously something wrong with the continuous coincidence of the Han Dao and the Qilin Dao, and she realizes this now.

Maybe she would have flinched a few minutes ago, but when she learned the origin of the knife from Ollivander...

Not surprisingly, this is most likely a "national treasure" that was taken away in the history of this world.

"but……"

Just as Dalia was hesitating whether to grab the knife and run away, Ollivander continued.

"Our family's creed is not to interfere in matters other than the magic knife."

"The Ministry of Magic has issued this permission document, so as a magic knife maker, I naturally have no reason to refuse you."

Ollivander smiled slightly and pushed the long straight-edged knife on the counter to Dalia's hand.

"Well, yes, I will register it as the 'Exotic Hunting Knife'. As your magic file."

"Then, what is the reward for the magic materials and magic food you prepared?"

"Eh?"

Dalia was stunned and looked at Ollivander with some confusion.

"What material? Uh... magic food?"

"Then you still need to ask, of course you are applying to purchase the basic supplies for a high-level magic knife!"

Ollivander took down an exquisite fire dragon skin scabbard from the wall and said while sheathing the ring-headed sword.

"This is not one of those low-level magic kitchen knives, this is the highest level magic hunting knife -"

"First of all, hunting knives can only be used by wizard hunters and masters of magical animals. Only wizards who can kill magical creatures with four stars or above can be considered qualified to control dangerous weapons like magic hunting knives." Ollivander raised his eyebrows Finger looked at Dalia and explained seriously.

"Secondly, the reward for magic hunting knives is usually not only settled in gold galleons... The buyer is best to ask the blacksmith, that is, me, to cook a high-level magic dish."

"The last point is just a supplement. There are no restrictions on the types of magical animals and magical food."

Ollivander wrapped the ring knife and even found a quill to write "Dalia Dursley" on it.

He finished everything, gently placed the ring-headed knife on the counter, and looked at Dalia thoughtfully.

"Then, Miss Dursley, a total of six hundred gold galleons or a high-level magical dish, and a four-star magical animal."

"wait wait wait--"

Dalia spread her hands and said helplessly.

"I've never heard of this request, what about magical animal bodies, high-level magic food..."

"Then you want to escape the bill? Robbery of a magic knife is a felony."

Mr. Ollivander said, pressing his right hand on the wrapped blade, the muscles on his arm suddenly bulged, and the veins were exposed.

Dalia suddenly realized how naive her previous idea of ​​"grabbing a knife" was:

The Ollivander of this world is not a weak wand craftsman. If most wizards are swordsmen, then Ollivander, who spends many years in the blacksmith shop, is a standard humanoid King Kong. With his muscles, Ollivander can most likely defeat most of the wizards in the original novel single-handedly.

"You cannot take away a magic knife without paying for it. This is the rule of Ollivander's Smithy and the iron law of the Magic Knife Alliance in the Wizarding World."

"So I……"

"Of course, you can pay on credit."

Ollivander grinned and said unhurriedly with a smile.

"There is an ancient contract here. Wizard hunters can buy knives on credit temporarily."

"Suppose you can hunt prey within half a year, and raise enough money or cook high-level magic dishes--"

"What if not? Will you personally take action to recover the magic knife?"

Dalia frowned slightly and looked at the malicious old man in front of her.

"Do not--"

Ollivander shook his head and took out a roll of parchment from his arms.

He slowly unfolded it in front of Dalia, and tapped his finger on the line of text above.

"I said, this is an ancient, extremely powerful ancient contract - the kind with magical effect."

"If you don't collect enough of the reward within half a year, it will be automatically transferred to the International Federation of Wizards' warehouse."

Ollivander placed one hand on the parchment contract and the other on the ring-headed knife.

"Of course, you can also choose other magic knives besides hunting knives..."

"Can I apply for this magic knife through normal means?"

"Of course it is theoretically possible. For example, if you join the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic and get the authorization to 'hunt people with a knife'."

Ollivander replied without thinking, "Of course, if it is this knife, it must also obtain the 'Oriental Magical Weapons' license."

"...a four-star magical creature——"

Dalia pondered for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Ollivander.

"Trolls count? I killed a full-grown troll, just before Halloween. At Hogwarts."

"Killed an adult troll?" Ollivander raised his brows and looked deeply at the girl.

"So, where's the evidence?"

"The professors at Hogwarts, Hermione, Harry, Ron - my classmates, they can all testify to this."

Dalia said quickly, as for the matter of Jin Gallon, it is not very troublesome.

Not to mention that Dumbledore was a rich man.

Sirius and Harry are also famous second-generation super rich people in the wizarding world.

"No, I mean—where's the troll's body?"

Ollivander added with a smile. He pointed at the magic knives hanging around and said calmly.

"You don't think we just want a rumor, do you? Forging a magic knife requires a lot of rare materials."

"Golden galleons, rare magical animal bodies... both of these are rewards."

"All right--"

Dalia glanced at the stubborn Ollivander and shrugged.

Aren't they just four-star magical beasts? Hogwarts will still have a few of them in the next few years.

Not to mention four-star, even five-star fire dragons, basilisks, and acromancers, there is still a chance to get them.

Ollivander's reasons may be true, but Dalia is more likely to think that they are deliberately trying to make her retreat.

"Magical Beast Materials, well, I can understand it, but -"

Dalia pointed to the ring-headed sword in Ollivander's hand and began to negotiate the price righteously.

"Six hundred gold galleons or high-level magic food?! Isn't this price too outrageous?"

"This sword was not made by you or someone from the Ollivander family! Why is it so expensive?!"

"Oh, the knife itself costs eleven galleons..."

Ollivander said calmly, tapping the scabbard and the quill on the side with his fingers.

"The archived words 'exotic hunting knife' and this scabbard cost a total of 580 nine galleons."

"Of course, you don't have to rush to buy it now."

Ollivander grinned and said slowly, watching Dalia tell her final preparation.

"I will keep it for you for the time being. When you meet these requirements in the future, you will truly have the qualifications and strength to control it -"

"I'll sign that contract for half a year, right? That's enough!"

Before Ollivander could finish speaking, Dalia took the parchment, glanced at it quickly, and wrote down her name on it.

Not to mention the symbolic meaning of this Han sword, Dalia could feel it calling her while the two were talking.

If this magic knife is not taken away from here today, her kitchen knife will not accept other knives.

More importantly...

Judging from the current progress of the main plot, she may indeed need to prepare a knife to cut people.

After all, she was in Hogwarts Castle, which was "known to be the safest."

"Wait, don't be impulsive...Breaking the contract will really result in——"

Mr. Ollivander was really anxious this time. After being stunned for half a second, he hurriedly grabbed the paper and pen in Dalia's hand.

However, the old man obviously underestimated Dalia's mobility and overestimated his own agility.

Along with a magic ripple, all the words on the parchment lit up at once.

"Okay - I've signed the contract."

Dalia put down her pen and checked the contents of the contract one last time.

Then, she opened her hands towards Ollivander.

"knife--"