Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Probably because we had missed the peak period when little wizards come to shop, the rest of the trip went smoothly.

"You still have to go to the wand shop." DeWitt thought about it again and again, but still felt that he couldn't do it behind closed doors. Even if he didn't want to buy a ready-made one, he at least had to go and experience it. Looking at Mrs. White again, he asked kindly: " Do I want to buy you a new one?"

"is it okay?"

"Don't answer questions with questions!" DeWitt, who already had an opinion in his heart, became even more irritated by Mrs. White's rhetorical question. He said briefly and forcefully: "You only need to answer yes or no - that's it. .”

After being frightened, Mrs. White timidly whispered: "...Then I want it."

"You'd better not ask for it," DeWitt grinned and sneered, and he quickly calmed down again: "You missed the opportunity."

So Mrs. White said "Oh" numbly, lowered her head and led the way.

"Speak." DeWitt suddenly demanded again.

"say what?"

"Don't you know how to bargain with me?" It's okay that he doesn't have much communication with Mrs. White on weekdays, but whenever something happens, no matter how big or small, DeWitt can always be quickly irritated by Mrs. White's incompetence - this woman He is always unwilling to act in the direction he expects, never resists or fights for it, and sacrifices himself unconditionally.This was not good. DeWitt expected that he would see Mrs. White take the initiative to fight, whether it was against her husband, against fate, or even against his own unreasonable orders - but he obviously forgot that Mrs. White His mind is still under his control.

"However, my husband and I were beaten when we bargained for a replacement."

"Am I your husband?"

"No, no, of course not, you are nobler than my husband."

"Huh," DeWitt sneered.Over the years, he has always been able to remain calm in front of outsiders and control his emotions when faced with provocations. However, after living under Mrs. White's "care" for a long time, he often said mindless and aggressive words in front of Mrs. White. , just like a rebellious child who will speak ill of his parents, but because the White family is not a perfect family, the Whites can only obey. DeWitt makes all major decisions, but at the same time he is taken care of. , has sympathy and almost family affection for the tool-like Mrs. White, so he is always irritated by Mrs. White's cowardice: "How did you become like this? How sad!"

"Yes, you are right."

Mrs. White's tone was serious, but DeWitt always felt that she was making fun of him.

"Would you like to try another one?"

Mrs. White simply stopped talking.

When will Mrs. White get better? DeWitt thought in disappointment, overtaking Mrs. White, and now he became the leader, while speeding up his pace to the wand shop.

The signboard here reads "Ollivanders, making fine wands since 380 BC." The store is as shabby as these words, and the only thing that stands out is a wand placed on a purple cushion behind the transparent window.

As soon as he saw this thing, DeWitt couldn't help complaining: "It's so short and thin - who would like something the size of a toothpick?"

Entering the store, the bell behind the store door jingled. Inside, an old man with white hair and silver eyes was sorting things on the ladder. He was pulling things up and down the cabinets that reached the ceiling. The cabinets were full of things. The long cartons one after another may have different lengths, but in DeWitt's eyes, they can't escape the level of "toothpicks".

"Ahem!" DeWitt cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me! I'm buying a wand."

The old man on the ladder turned back tremblingly, making people worried whether he would fall down. He looked at the two people below and said, "It's coming."

Fortunately, the owner of the wand shop climbed down the ladder slowly and steadily. After standing up, he smiled and said, "Are you a new student at Hogwarts? Not many people are here at this time."

"It's a new student." DeWitt didn't like the old man's attitude of knowing everything, and of course he wouldn't show it: "But it's not me who wants to buy the wand, it's my mother." He pushed Mrs. White out from behind. .

"Oh, I almost didn't recognize it," the old man's surprise was not shown by his facial features, but by the emotions directly released from his silver eyes, and he said, "Is it Freya Feier?"

Mrs. White nodded and glanced at DeWitt secretly, as if a little secret was suddenly exposed. She was worried about the opinions of the people around her. After confirming that DeWitt had no expression, she whispered: "It's me, Ollivander." gentlemen."

Ollivander stared into Mrs. White's eyes and frowned in confusion. He obviously encountered a problem that he couldn't understand. He asked: "You have returned to Muggles, haven't you? What a wonderful Ravenclaw - —I thought you would work in the Ministry of Magic, but I didn’t expect you have children now.”

"My parents introduced me to a husband," Mrs. White explained awkwardly. "Now my last name is White."

"So," Ollivander ended his pleasantries and asked seriously, "Where's your wand?"

"……broken."

"Ah, that's an alder wand, ten inches long. What a pity, what a pity." Ollivander did not ask why the wand was damaged, but asked DeWitt: "Mr. White, what about you?" "

With a twinkle in his eye, DeWitt did not refute the address of "Mr. White" and replied: "Buy it for my mother first."

It was not difficult to choose a wand for Mrs. White. Ollivander took out another wand, opened the box and handed it to Mrs. White, gesturing for her to try it out and saying, "It's still alder wood, but this time it's better to try the Dragon Heartstring Wand." Core?"

Noticing DeWitt's vague nod, Mrs. White tentatively touched the wand. The wand immediately ran out like a little girl who saw a caterpillar, and was caught by Ollivander who stretched out his hand in panic. The old man kept holding on. The child muttered: "Oh, oh, oh, it doesn't seem to work. Let's try another one."

"Alder, unicorn hair, nine and one-half inches. Try this."

This time it worked, the tip of the wand released a faint white light, and the old formula had to work.

At this time DeWitt spoke: "Can I ask a few questions?"

Ollivander has a good temper and has no business now. He doesn't mind chatting more with the new little wizard: "Of course."

So DeWitt inquired about the material of the stick's core from the material of the stick's body. If Ollivander hadn't refused the question about the specific craftsmanship, DeWitt would have had to exhaust Ollivander's knowledge before leaving.

Even so, before leaving, DeWitt did not buy it for himself. Instead, he asked: "Can you buy a few more for my mother?".

Ollivander refused with a firm tone: "If you don't plan to buy one, then I'm afraid I can only sell you a wand. My principle is - a person can only have one that is most suitable for him. of wands.”

DeWitt didn't force it. He paid the money and left quickly with Mrs. White. He decided to make a wand by himself.