Hogwarts founder returns to campus

"Professor McGonagall? The witch leading the team?" Salazar asked, looking at the girl named Hermione Granger.

His shoulder-to-shoulder brown hair, disheveled like a lion's mane, gave him a déjà vu of Gryffindor.

"Yeah, she's a professor at Hogwarts! It's incredible, I got a letter from an owl last week, and then Professor McGonagall came to our house for a home visit!"

A blush appeared on Hermione's face, and she continued: "My parents had other plans and had already contacted me with the school. They planned to reject Professor McGonagall. But in front of us, she changed the TV remote control into It turned into a white dove, and then circled and cooed, it was amazing!"

Just when Hermione was sharing the wonderful experience, they had already arrived at the gate of Gringotts.

It was a high-rise building of snow-white marble, and in front of the bronze gate, there was a goblin in a uniform of scarlet gold inlaid bowing to them.

After passing through the second silver door, the group entered a spacious marble hall.

The hideous-looking goblin sat on the high stool behind the counter, handling various business of the wizard.

Professor McGonagall told them to wait where they were, and then followed a goblin to a gate in the inner hall. She needed to exchange pounds and goblins for Galleons.

Except for Hermione's family, the rest of the families didn't talk much in the face of these ferocious goblins. Even the Justin's family, who had been chattering since entering Diagon Alley, kept their mouths shut.

On the contrary, Hermione was very happy. She looked here and there, and then pulled Salazar's sleeve and said, "I thought goblins were very beautiful, but I didn't expect...so ugly."

"You should be talking about a fairy, a magical animal that is very common in places like forests." Salazar said.

"Is that so? Fantastic Beasts? I think there is a book on the shopping list called "Where Are Fantastic Beasts?" Did you read it from there? Where did you know it? I heard from Professor McGonagall that today and We are all ordinary people, by the way! Where are your parents?"

The barrage of questions made Salazar not know which one to start answering, and he began to think about whether he should wait until he got the stipend from Professor McGonagall before acting alone.

After all, he still has a lot of other things to buy, otherwise he would not risk using magic to help that down-and-out wizard win a prize.

Just when he felt his throat hurt from answering Hermione's question, Professor McGonagall finally came back, and the goblin behind him looked unhappy.

This is also normal, just like Justin's parents despise metal currency, and those goblins also don't like paper currency at all.

Salazar could clearly experience Professor McGonagall's efficiency. After coming out of Gringotts, it only took more than an hour to complete the purchase of robes, pointed hats, protective gloves, and various instruments.

It was only an hour before they emerged from the pharmacy that smelled of rotten eggs and rotten cabbage leaves.

Parents returned to Gringotts with bags in their hands, and headed to Ollivander's Wand Shop, the last stop of the trip to Diagon Alley.

At the door, Justin's father frowned and looked at the dilapidated and old store in the corner, which looked only three people wide, and slowly read the words on the signboard:

Finely crafted wands since 380 BC.

"380 BC? How is that possible!" Justin's doubts this time obviously lacked confidence.

Whether it's the goblins of Gringotts, the tape measure and scissors in Madam Malkin's robe store that can work by themselves, or the various potions including dragon's blood in the pharmacy that emits strange smells, they are all being defeated step by step his worldview.

Along the way, he talked less and less, until now he saw how dilapidated this Ollivander wand shop was, and he still wanted to make a few words of sarcasm, but he didn't expect that this unremarkable shop actually existed before B.C.

"The wand chooses the owner. I think we can go to the soda shop opposite Gringotts and sit for a while. We can't help you with Mr. Ollivander here."

After saying this, Professor McGonagall handed over the Gallon needed to buy the wand to the child, and left with a few parents.

Justin finally dared to speak out. He looked at the parents who were drifting away and asked, "Why doesn't Professor McGonagall come in?"

"It's a bit crowded here, so many people can't get in," said Hermione.

If three children can still sit on the bench on the left side of the store and all the people come in, this narrow store will not be able to accommodate so many people.

There are countless wand boxes on both sides of the entire Ollivander wand store that are almost to the ceiling, and even this store feels like a wand box.

Looking back along the shop, you can only see the deep door frame and hear a slight sound.

The store door closed automatically, and the welcome bell was still swaying, making a crisp sound, reminding the owner of the store that a customer had already arrived.

At this moment, a purple wand box was squeezed out of those crowded wand boxes. It fell to the ground, and the box was knocked open. The wand inside emitted a deep golden light, connecting to the girl named Hermione.

"Grapewood wand?" Salazar picked up the wand, played with it in his hand, then handed it to Hermione and said, "Ten and three quarter inches, it fits you well."

"Suitable for me?" Hermione took the wand, and the wand let out a long cry in an instant, and the light illuminated the entire shop.

"But how is it possible? The boss hasn't come out yet, how could it be?" Hermione was obviously so excited that she stuttered a little.

"Didn't you listen to Professor McGonagall? The wand chooses its owner, especially the grapewood wand. It will be attracted by those hidden personalities, just like you." Salazar was also very surprised, although he himself Can make wands, but this is the first time I have seen this happen.

"You're right, what should I call you?" A soft voice came from the darkness, and as footsteps approached slowly, an elderly wizard appeared in front of them.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm the boss here. Just call me Ollivander." Ollivander has a pair of very pale grayish-yellow pupils, like two moons.

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander, I didn't mean it, it fell by itself." Hermione quickly handed the wand to Ollivander.

"This wand already belongs to you. You don't even need to measure it. It chose you the moment you came in." Ollivander was like stroking a lover's face, tender and passionate, "Ten and Four Three-thirds of an inch, grape wood, the heartstrings of a fire dragon. Strong, powerful, aura, and very expressive."