Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

greedy.

This was the first impression the goblins brought to Alvin.

When the mountain-like treasure poured out of the bag, the small eyes of the surrounding goblins seemed to turn into spotlights, and their eyes kept scanning back and forth between the treasure and Ivan.

After calculating the value of the treasure, the goblin behind the counter issued an insurance policy for Ivan for thirty-six thousand galleons. However, due to the transaction limit, he could only trade treasures worth ten thousand galleons for the time being. This was Gringotts. To facilitate a big client like him, he could only store the remaining treasure in Gringotts' vault for the time being.

Alvin just learned from the goblin that the exchange rate between Galleons and British pounds is 1:5. Thirty-six thousand Galleons is a huge fortune in this era.

But he is still not satisfied...

More than 20 kilograms of gold are only worth more than 1 galleons. In this era, one gram of gold is only about six pounds!

A strawberry ice cream costs two siko!

On the contrary, it was the magic crystal that he usually played with like marbles that made the accounting goblin exclaimed that it was magical and offered a price of ten thousand galleons. Although these goblins were greedy, they were still very honest.

"Is there no magic crystal in this world?" Ivan looked at Dumbledore and asked in a low voice.

"Unheard of." Dumbledore shrugged: "There are magical creatures and magical plants in this world, but magical minerals have never appeared before."

After hearing this, Ai Wen felt a little more balanced and whispered: "I have a fist-sized one. I'll give it to you later. How about you help me get rid of the rest?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips and said inaudibly: "Deal..."

"You two, please come this way!" After calculating the value of the treasure, a goblin named Silla led the two of them through a door on the right side of the hall and came to a rail car.

When Ivan saw the rail car, he couldn't help but retched: "I'll wait for you here..."

"That's not possible, sir." Silla's voice was sharp: "The account holder must follow him to the vault."

"This is clearly going to hell..." Ai Wen tried to step back honestly, but was dragged onto the rail car by Silla: "Ugh——"

The tragic sound of vomiting echoed in the underground space. By the time the two returned to the ground, Ivan had nothing left to vomit in his stomach.

Dumbledore looked at him happily, and he found that transportation had a great impact on Ivan.

After Ivan finished vomiting, he wiped his mouth: "I'm fine."

Dumbledore: "..."

Are you so tough-mouthed?

"Where to go next?" Ivan asked.

"Well -" Dumbledore glanced into the distance: "Go along this street and shop from house to house. Do you want to buy a pet? First-year students can bring their own pet, such as a cat, a toad, an owl, etc. I Personally, I recommend owls, they are excellent messengers.”

"Are there any cats with wings?" Alvin asked.

Dumbledore thought for two seconds: "Hmm...Griffin?"

"Cute."

"That's not it."

The two came to a shop called Eela Owl Shop. The shop was dark and very suitable for the life of owls. At this time, the owls were sleeping.

Ivan picked a northern owl (a small owl, very cute) with silver-gray spotted feathers. It was only a dozen centimeters long, with a round head and a round head. It was very lively. Ivan released it from the cage. He just stood on Alvin's shoulder and jumped up and down, gently rubbing his cheek from time to time and making happy cooing sounds.

"What a cute little guy." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Give it a name."

Ivan pondered: "Super invincible dazzling silver gray..."

Dumbledore interrupted him: "How about Zoe? The meaning of life, don't you think it matches you very well?"

"As expected of a professor, he is very capable." Ivan nodded, his index finger gently teasing the little owl on his shoulder: "From now on, you will be called Zoe."

"Gu Gu..." Zoe flapped her wings, looking very happy.

Crucible, robe, teaching materials...

The two of them walked along the street shops into the alley, and quickly bought almost everything they needed for the new semester.

"Only the wand is left." Dumbledore took Ivan to the door of a small and shabby store, looking a little nostalgic: "I still clearly remember the first time I came to Ollivander's Wand Shop. one day."

A mottled gold-lettered sign hung on the dilapidated shop door: Ollivanders: Making fine wands since 382 BC.

A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

The two of them entered the room. The hall was very small. Except for the chairs and the thousands of boxes neatly stacked to the ceiling behind the counter, there were no extra items.

"Oh, Albus, long time no see. It's been many years since I saw you bringing students here in person..." A gray-haired old man came to the counter. He first looked at Alvin curiously, and then cast his eager eyes on Deng. Bledo: "Elder, fifteen inches, thestral tail feathers, I heard that is a wand with incredible power..."

"Garrick Ollivander." Dumbledore introduced Ivan, and lightly ignored the topic raised by Ollivander: "I took Mr. Darknight to choose a suitable wand."

Ollivander was a little disappointed, and immediately turned his gaze to Alvin. With a flick of his wand, a ruler flew over: "Please stand still, Mr. Darknight."

Ivan cooperated very well and let the ruler fly around.

"Which side is your dominant hand?"

Ollivander asked, and Alvin raised his right hand.

After taking the measurements, Ollivander put away the ruler and turned around to find a box.

"Apple wood, fourteen inches, unicorn hair..." He took out the wand and handed it to Alvin: "Try to wave it."

Ivan flicked his wand, and there was a bang, and the wand became charred black.

"Oh! Merlin's beard!" Ollivander exclaimed, grabbed the wand, and then shook his head sadly: "Obviously, you are not suitable..."

With that said, he put away his wand and rummaged through another box: "Blackthorn wood! Twelve inches! Dragon Heartstring!"

Ivan took the wand and suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if the wand in his hand had turned into an obedient puppy, obediently surrendering to his hand.

Ollivander grabbed the wand, looked at Alvin with a strange expression, looked at the wand, turned around and gave Alvin another wand: "Dogwood, twelve and a half inches, phoenix feather!"

boom--

The wand was charred.

Ollivander looked at Alvin as if he had seen a ghost, and then pulled out another wand: "Try this, ebony, thirteen inches, dragon nerve."

Something strange happened again, and Alvin felt the emotion of surrender again.

"Strange! So strange! The child favored by the dragon!" Ollivander's expression gradually became surprised. He looked at Alvin with fiery eyes, as if he had seen some new species: "Try this again! Platanus, ten Four inches, dragon heartstring!”

There is still a feeling of surrender.

"Yew, thirteen and a half inches, dragon heartstring." Ollivander took away the wand and gave another one to Alvin.

Ivan held the wand, and this time it was no longer surrender, but an inexplicable feeling of blood connection, as if the wand in his hand had become a part of himself.

"Ha! That's right! This is the most reasonable reaction!" Ollivander looked at Ivan excitedly: "Although I don't know why you are favored by the fire dragon wand, there is no doubt that this one in your hand The wand is the one that suits you best. Please remember, Mr. Darknight, it is the wand that chooses the wizard..."

"Yewwood, dragon heartstrings, a perfect combination. It seems that you will have extraordinary talent in black magic. It was you, Albus, when you brought the child here. It was also made of yewwood. The same thirteen and a half inches…”

Dumbledore fell silent, seeming to think of some distant memory.

"Listen to me, Mr. Darknight, no matter how talented you are, please don't get lost in the power of black magic." Ollivander looked at Ivan and warned softly: "The wand chooses the wizard. , this is certainly true, but the choice of life path cannot be decided by just a magic wand."

Ivan and Dumbledore looked at each other, and Ivan whispered: "This old man has something..."

Dumbledore nodded, convinced.

"Thanks for your patronage, three wands, totaling 21 Galleons."

"Huh? I only bought one wand, but you want three wands from me? Aren't you bullying an honest person?!"

Ollivander: "..."