Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

At the end of Diagon Alley is a small, shabby shop. On the door is written: "Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC." The door is also half open.

They went inside.

This store is too small, and the arrival of four people made the store look overcrowded. Ms. Albert greeted Professor McGonagall and sat on a bench to wait, while Mr. Albert stood aside and looked around the entire old shop.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.

"Good afternoon, Ollivander," Professor McGonagall responded, "New students at Hogwarts."

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, I still remember you buying your wand here, like it was yesterday -" An old man slowly poked his head out from among the old, dusty boxes, but His words were interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"I'm also looking forward to the story of the day I bought the wand, Ollivander, but let's focus on our little protagonist today, right?"

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Crowney received, "I'm Crowney Albert, and I want to buy a wand."

The old gentleman's big silver eyes turned to stare at Crowney. He stared at her for a long time, and then asked: "Which arm do you use to use the wand?"

"I'm right-handed, sir." Crowney stretched out her right hand to show Ollivander. She felt that the mysterious wand-maker might need to use some magical magic to judge which wand is most suitable for a child. wizard.

"Oh, oh, very good." He took out a soft ruler and began to measure the size along Clooney's outstretched hand. While measuring, he said: "Every Ollivander wand has super strong properties." Magical substance, this is where his spirit lies. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and the nerve heart of the fire dragon. Every Ollivander's wand is unique, because there are no identical ones in this world two unicorns, fire dragons or phoenixes.”

This soft ruler is also automatically operated, but it is not as lively as the soft ruler from Madam Malkin's shop. After measuring the data seriously, it automatically formed a ball and retracted into Ollivander's pocket.

"Miss Albert, try this one. Made of poplar wood and unicorn hair. It's nine point five inches long and very flexible. Give it a try."

Clooney took the wand and waved it, but nothing happened - but the wand seemed too flexible - the wand that was originally straight in Ollivander's hand slowly became like jelly beans in her hand. It became softer and twisted around as if it had a life of its own.

Clooney gently lifted the head of the wand, which looked unhappy, and gently placed the wand on the table. She watched as the wand left her hand and slowly changed back to its original form. shape. She was a little sad.

"The wizard chooses the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard, miss." Ollivander paused when he saw Clooney's visibly decadent look, and added, "Every little wizard has a wand that suits her best. There will be a wand that is the most powerful, the most perfect, and the most suitable for you, let’s try it first.”

"How about one? Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, twelve inches long and very flexible."

But this time nothing happened.

"Not this one, miss." Ollivander immediately pulled the wand away.

"What about this one? Hornbeam, dragon's heartstring, seven inches long, very hard."

But that's not it either.

"What exactly is the right wand for me?" Crowney thought as he looked back at Professor McGonagall and his parents. They were waiting patiently for Ollivander to choose a wand for Crowney, without any impatience.

The shyness that had just arisen in Clooney's heart faded a little.

"A picky customer." Ollivander chuckled, "Interesting, very interesting. Don't worry, little lady, we will find a wand that suits you."

Clooney tried one after another. She watched the light shining into the store go from very bright to gradually dimming. She raised her hands mechanically and looked at Mr. Ollivander's increasingly excited face, not knowing what to do.

"I met such a picky customer last time! Try this one, ebony wood, phoenix tail feathers, 13 inches. Moderately elastic and flexible."

Crowney took the wand, and a gentle wind swirled around her. This time Mr. Ollivander did not pull it away immediately. The wind danced briskly in the store. With a wave of Clooney, the top of the wand emitted a silver light, illuminating the store brightly.

Crowney felt his palms warm.

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands happily, and the Alberts also happily watched Clooney clap along with the professor's rhythm.

"Congratulations, Miss Albert." Professor McGonagall said, "This is indeed not an easy task."

Albert stroked this black wand. The bottom of the wand was engraved with some secret patterns, which looked very beautiful.

"You will achieve great things, Miss." Mr. Ollivander said to her as he put the selected wands into a box and wrapped them in brown paper. "Sometimes you have to stick to your ideas. , Miss Albert, sometimes the necessary persistence is to be true to yourself."

"The wand chooses the wizard, so you get better and better with your wand."

Crowney took the wrapped wand and paid Mr. Ollivander nine galleons, and Mr. Ollivander recovered a pile of copper and silver coins.

"Thank you, sir" Claudio thanked Ollivander. Mr. Ollivander bowed to her and sent them out of the shop.

"I really didn't expect it to take so long to choose a wand," Ms. Duffin said. "It's almost noon now. Let's find a place to rest and have something to eat."

Mr. Albert nodded in agreement, and the four of them went to an ice cream shop called Florin Fusk, which provided ice cream, cold drinks, hot drinks, and some other snacks.

After Mr. Albert asked Professor McGonagall if he had any dietary restrictions, he ordered three drinks with strange names, some small desserts, and a large portion of ice cream.

"If you don't mind," said Ms. Duffin, "I've prepared some sandwiches."

She took out several large food boxes from her backpack.

Professor McGonagall was pleased with the sandwiches.

After finishing lunch, Ms. Daffin led Clooney to the entrance of a magical animal store. It's full of all kinds of little animals. It was noisy inside the store.

"I think you can have a little animal of your own, Lenny," Ms. Duffin said. "You have learned the importance of responsibility - and when you recognize this problem, you are already qualified. ”

When they walked into the Magical Beast Shop, all the little animals were quiet for a moment, and then became restless again. Crowney noticed a big, depressed black cat hanging limply on the cage: "It doesn't look very well."

The owner of the Magical Creatures Shop said: "It doesn't like people very much. Ever since it was captured, it has only been angry."

"You can look at the other animals and they're very lively."

But the depressed big black cat raised its head sickly and barked weakly, with no expression on its black face. Its golden eyes stared fixedly at Crowney.

"If other animals are lively, everyone must love them." Claudine thought, "This cat is not as scary as the boss said."

The big black cat even rubbed against the cage as she approached it.

"Can I keep it, Mom?" Clowney asked.

"He is a big cat," Ms. Abbott said. "You have to know that when small animals mature, it is very difficult for you to establish a connection with them."

"Especially when you're meeting an unknown, once-free beast."

"If it wants to, mom, I want to raise it." Cloney stared at the big cat with golden eyes. "It doesn't matter if it wants to go. I am willing to be responsible for it."

Ms. Daffin paid the money readily.

Professor McGonagall said goodbye to the Albert family at the door of the Leaky Cauldron. The responsible lady told Clowney not to forget to go to King's Cross Station to take the train to Hogwarts on September 1st. She also emphasized that this platform is very hidden, behind a pillar, and you need to walk directly through that pillar to reach the real platform. With a twist around her, the lady disappeared into thin air.

Clooney struggled to get into the car holding the big cat's cage - she insisted on putting the big cat with her.

"Okay Lenny." Ms. Duffin said helplessly, "Of course you can do this, but you have to be careful not to let it fall."

"Does this cat have the blood of a Bombay cat?" Mr. Claude talked to Ms. Daffin while driving. "It's a bit ridiculously big."

The black cat was huge but skinny. After getting into the car, it looked even sadder, lying dizzy in the cage. Clooney secretly opened the cage and touched the poor cat, hoping this would make it feel better.

It was still early, there was no midday heat, and dusk had not yet arrived. The Albert family took the black cat to a pet clinic.

"Name?" the registering nurse asked without looking up, "I mean this cat."

Clooney stood hesitantly in front of the registration desk: "Otherwise, let's call him Black, the black color suits him very well."

The black cat didn't make a big fuss. It was just like the first time Clooney saw it. It lay there quietly the whole time, and was taken out of the cage softly by the doctor, and then put back softly. .

"It's just ordinary malnutrition." The doctor said, "Where did you pick up this cat? Such a large cat is really rare."

Then he continued: "If vaccination is needed, it may take some time. Although his body is still healthy, it is better not to worry about it."

The pet doctor wrote Blake's information card, charged a few pounds as a token examination fee, and recommended some wet and canned cat food.

By the time they left the pet hospital, the Albert family's car was already filled with all kinds of things.

The Albert family returned home with a full load.