Reborn at Hogwarts

When Mr. Ollivander said this, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Ivan could completely imagine that when the wizards of the Vesemir family came to buy wands for the first time, they tried almost all the wands but they all fit perfectly, and when they finally picked a stylish one and paid to leave, Ollivander How did Mr.'s world view collapse?

This is a scene that completely goes against his philosophy of "the wand chooses the wizard".

It's impossible for all the wands in the store to choose him, right?

While Ivan was thinking about it, Mr. Ollivander seemed to recall the scene at that time, and his eyes gradually revealed a feeling of lovelessness.

Seeing this, Ivan hurriedly said: "That's it, Mr. Ollivander, I am very interested in Transfiguration, can you help me choose a wand suitable for performing Transfiguration?"

Some light came back to Mr. Ollivander's eyes.

He glanced at Ivan gratefully, "Yes, of course...meeting the needs of customers is what we should do." As he spoke, he began to pull out long boxes from the shelf.

Under the watchful eyes of the Vesemir father and son, Mr. Ollivander opened the selected long boxes one by one. After frowning for a while, he took out a wand and handed it to Ivan.

"Try this one, Mr. Ivan," said Mr. Ollivander. "Thirteen inches long, ebony, good for Transfiguration and those offensive magics."

Ivan took the wand, and the tip of the black wand immediately trembled in his hand, shooting out a bunch of blue sparks towards the ceiling.

"You haven't mentioned the material of the core, Mr. Ollivander," Mr. Vesemir said.

"This is a wand made by my great-grandfather. The core is the tail feather of a thunderbird." Mr. Ollivander looked at the wand fascinated, and said softly, "I have never used this kind of core to make a wand. Although it is powerful, But it's too difficult to handle. But for the people of your family, there is no such problem. I was going to keep it, but this retro wand shape is very popular recently, I guess you will like it .”

After hearing these words, Ivan was a little dumbfounded.

It seems that in the eyes of Mr. Ollivander, the wizards of the Vesemir family choose their wands based entirely on the fashion of the shape.

"Just this one, Father," Ivan said to Mr. Vesemir.

Mr. Vesemir nodded, took out seven Galleons and bought the wand. Mr. Ollivander bowed slightly and watched them leave the store.

...

The father and son then strolled around Diagon Alley, bought all the necessities needed for school, and prepared to return home.

"Let's sneak out of the fireplace this time." Mr. Vesemir whispered to Ivan, "Try not to be discovered by Uncle Reese."

Ivan nodded in agreement.

For the old man who seemed a bit paranoid, he also felt that it would be better not to provoke him.

But reality often backfires. When the two came to the door of Fudge's wand shop sneakily, they just saw a man with long light blond hair open the door and walk out. Reese Fudge showed half of his face inside the door. Face.

When Ivan and Mr. Vesemir saw this man, they couldn't help but frowned.

The man obviously didn't expect to see the two of them here, and after his face changed slightly, he suddenly showed a strange expression.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Beasts?" The man's tone made Ivan sound particularly uncomfortable, with a feeling of yin and yang, "...and Mr. Director's son, Mr. 'Squib' .”

He emphasized the word Squib, and looked Ivan up and down with indifferent gray eyes, the disdain in his eyes deepening.

"Malfoy, why are you here?" Mr. Vesemir asked coldly, frowning.

There was a sneer on Lucius Malfoy's pale pointed face, and he said in an arrogant tone: "What I do here has nothing to do with you, Vesemir. As the director of the zoo, you just need to do a good job." You can just do your own job, and it’s not up to you to take care of human affairs.”

After saying this, he shook the black cloak on his body, ignored the father and son in front of him, and strode away.

"This..." Mr. Vesemir was obviously pissed off by this bitter and mean guy, and he said angrily after holding back for a long time, "He certainly doesn't read the news usually, and he doesn't know that you are not a Squib."

He turned his head to comfort Ivan.

"After we go home, we can order a copy of the Daily Prophet for Malfoy Manor, so that he can keep up with current events." Ivan didn't have much reaction to Lucius Malfoy's harsh words. Adhering to the disgusting concept of "pure-blood families are born noble", they are hostile to the Vesemir family, which has always been close to Muggles.

What he was a little concerned about was that the basket in his hand, which was used to hold the school uniform bought from Mrs. Malkin's shop, seemed to have suddenly become a little heavier?

"Are you going to come in or not?" At this moment, Reese Fudge's impatient voice came from inside the house.

"Come in, come in!" Mr. Vesemir quickly responded, pulling Ivan into the store.

Because he left in a hurry before, Ivan didn't have time to observe the environment in the store. After being pulled in by his father this time, Ivan took a rough look around while Mr. Vesemir was chatting with Reese Fudge. .

Fudge's Wand Shop is more than a circle larger than Ollivander's Wand Shop, and it is much neater. The long boxes containing the wands are neatly placed on wooden shelves, and each box has a handwritten label, indicating that Wand material and core.

Ivan glanced at the nearest box, the label read:

Fir wood and phoenix tail feathers, eleven and a half inches long.

What kind of "material related to black magic and the unknown" is this? Ivan frowned.

Is it because the business is really sluggish and we have to compromise with reality?

But in the production of wands made of normal materials, there is an experienced Ollivander wand shop, who will come here to patronize? Ivan shook his head secretly.

At this time, Mr. Vesemir had finished talking with Reese Fudge. The latter's anger had obviously eased a lot, but he still had no good looks towards the father and son. The two said goodbye to the old man, and hurried home with Floo powder.

After returning home, Ivan found an excuse and went back to his room, threw the clothes in the basket on the bed, and then looked around, suddenly a little dumbfounded.

A diary with a black cover was lying quietly at the bottom of the basket.

I went out to eat with friends, came back late, almost forgot to post..