Miss Researcher of the Villain Organization [Zhongyingmei]

Ollivander's.

Even if it is such a well-known and monopolistic heritage shop, Ollivander Wand Shop still doesn't seem to have the intention of redecorating the shop's facade.

This shop...

How should I put it, like its peeling gold lettering, it is very old.

The shop was small and shabby, with a lonely wand on a faded purple upholstery in the window.

It can even be called a bit... tattered.

Bucky could only pick and choose one sentence of praise: "Your store...is very old-fashioned, um." The second half of the sentence is definitely the truth of the compliment.

Comes with a genuine smile.

Ollivander: "...you don't have to talk."

Just smile, really.

……

When bypassing the crowd of parents and young wizards and pushing open the creaking door to enter, the man was taken aback by that old, extremely peaceful aura that seemed to be hiding some ancient magic .

When the store door was closed, there were bursts of tinkling bells from nowhere.

Unlike the hustle and bustle outside, there was only a chubby little wizard standing in the narrow shop, holding a wooden stick stupidly in his hand... oh, a magic wand.

Behind the little wizard is a bench with a lot of things piled up.

Surrounding him were thousands of long and narrow boxes for wands, illuminated by candles one by one, almost reaching the ceiling.

...is there no one else?

The chubby little wizard turned around with a confused and anxious look on his face, pinching the wand—after turning around, Bucky saw that the tip of the wand was covered with sticky snot-like liquid—obviously not suitable for him, and let out a weak sound The "amount".

The girl with peacock blue eyes could tell at a glance that the wand didn't fit him. She glanced at the benches piled with open boxes behind him and said slowly, "Oh, a picky little guest."

The tone is very familiar.

The little wizard pinched the corner of the robe nervously—the wizard robe was just newly made from Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, and there was an indentation of a new product that was not very eye-catching—and said anxiously: "I...I am not picky ,Miss."

It's just that the wands don't like him.

"The wizard never chooses the wand, the wand chooses the wizard..."

"The wizard never chooses the wand, the wand chooses the wizard..."

An old voice and a young voice sounded from two directions at the same time, not a single letter, every pause, all overlapped just right, like a gift from time.

The old Mr. Ollivander with white beard and hair leaned out half of his body from the high escalator that almost reached the end of the ceiling, staring closely at it with his cloudy but wise silver-white pupils The witch who came in...

...the wand in hand.

"Birch birch body, twelve and a quarter inches long, core of unicorn hair . . . an Ollivander who never forgets a thing."

Garrick Ollivander squinted his eyes and snorted moderately. When he said this, his big pale eyes looked like two shining moons in the dim candlelight.

"……you made it yourself."

……

The whole process that followed was a lot of fun.

The reason for using the word "fun" is that Bucky felt that both the big Ollivander and the little Ollivander were very happy, and kept finding new wands for the boy.

—apparently very interested in seeing what else the kid could do.

For example, using a thirteen-inch willow wand to wave a bunch of colorful but smelly soap bubbles, for example being hit with a cross-eyed walnut wand that bounced back, or for some reason, a captain of the United States was conjured up. shield...

The red, white and blue ones!

If it wasn't for the fact that it deflated like a leak the next moment, Bucky would almost have thought it was Steve's shield magically transported from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"This must be a little wizard who grew up listening to Cap's stories." Ollivander concluded to the shield.

Fortunately, in the end, this picky little guest was finally "supposed" to find a suitable wand master for him-cherry wood, unicorn hair, ten and a quarter inches-this master generally conjured up a wand for the little wizard. The shining golden-pink light circled him several times before dissipating.

"Very well, Mr. Longbottom."

Garrick Ollivander smiled, wrapped the master in brown kraft paper, put it in a box and handed it to the little wizard, and charged him five Galleons and three silver Sickles.

Ollivander's brows slightly moved when he heard the surname "Longbottom".

After the little wizard stumbled to thank him, and walked out of the shop holding his wand master like a baby, the brunette girl smoothly raised her wand and brought a stick to the pile of scattered wand boxes.

They tap danced and returned to where they should have been obediently.

……

Old Ollivander was so happy that he didn't have to clean up the mess. His silver-white eyes first turned around on the brown-haired man, and then nailed his eyes very precisely on his left arm.

Even through the wizard's robe, which was barely visible, Bucky still had the feeling of being illuminated by X-rays or other more powerful perspective light through his arms.

He tensed his muscles almost automatically, but soon managed to convince himself to relax.

The clinking sound of metal plates echoed clearly in this dusty and quiet small shop.

Old Ollivander muttered indifferently: "As long as it doesn't involve making wands, I'm still very interested in Muggle craftsmanship."

The girl with peacock blue eyes flitted back: "That didn't make you interested enough to leave the nest."

The Gryffindor trio and Malfoy all went to New York, and her titular and de facto grandfather didn't show up.

- just too lazy to suffocate.

"The nest is a good place."

The eccentric old man with white beard and hair seems to have something to say.

"Go where you want to go, but birds always go home."

"No matter how long time passes, they will never forget their way home."

The girl stared at the old man for a long time, sighed, and walked over to bury her head beside his disheveled gray hair: "...Did you forget to wash your hair again, Garrick?"

Old Garrick: "...Oh."

……

Now that the granddaughter who has been brought back to life is back, old Mr. Ollivander is very happy...to be lazy.

He handed over the business of the store directly to Ollivander, with a pipe in his mouth, smoking slowly, and wearing a wizard robe while squinting, but the aura around him looked like death-eating Bucky.

Bucky Pseudo-Death Eater Barnes was actually a little nervous.

As soon as he got nervous, he subconsciously brought out the aura of the Winter Soldier, and immediately realized something was wrong, and replaced it with a "Sergeant Barnes-style" smile.

—he keeps switching between Winter Soldier and Bucky when he wakes up, almost like schizophrenia.

Old Ollivander groaned and knocked on the pipe, motioning him to follow him to the back: "The old man isn't one of those little witches, smiling like a flower for anyone to see?"

Bucky froze for a moment, then subconsciously glanced in Ollivander's direction.

The black-haired girl slowly took the long box from the high platform, as if she had eyes on the back of her head, she turned her head slightly, and gave him a comforting look through the dust floating in the air.

The little witch who came in next to her poked her head out of her mother's arms, and looked at Bucky curiously, because the emerald green eyes that were so bright after taking off the hood froze for a moment, and then seemed shy again, Continue to keep an eye on his future wand master.

Bucky followed old Ollivander to the back door.

The back of Ollivander's wand shop is not a warehouse.

Going around the spiral escalators, Bucky can go up all the time. Bucky squinted his emerald green eyes, and couldn't help but wonder if this staircase is as endless as the pile of long boxes outside.

Fortunately, after walking for a long time, old Mr. Ollivander, who had been silent for a long time, stopped on the first step of the stairs and tapped his pipe on the brick wall.

——Extremely like the secret door in the back alley of the Leaky Cauldron, the wall bricks here also rolled up on their own, giving way to a narrow door.

……

The silver-haired old man walked in naturally.

Bucky outside the door looked at the door that was shorter than the tip of his nose and narrower than his shoulders: "..."

——I don’t know why, but I always feel that this door should not be so small.

Reluctantly squeezed in sideways, only to find that the inside is ridiculously spacious, which definitely violates the law of physics that "the size of the entire building can be seen from the outside".

Emmmm, what did the wiki say before?

It seems to be called some kind of space expansion magic.

The old man stared at Bucky unblinkingly with those pale eyes like two full moons:

"So Xiaowei finally brought back a big American cat?"

"I always thought she'd bring back the platinum kid from the Malfoys one day or that curly-haired British Muggle with the horse face and always trying to tear apart wands."

After finishing speaking, she thought she was very quiet and muttered: "Old man, I even have a wand ready for beating people."

American cat: "..."

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Bucky somehow used Sergeant Barnes's brain to think of an important point, "My name is James Buchanan Barnes."

Born in 1925, participated in World War II, frozen in the ice for decades, so the age...

I can't say a single word in the following string.

……

Fortunately, Mr. Ollivander doesn't seem to care much about his identity.

The silver-haired old man walked slowly to the only green velvet soft chair with a high back and a narrow side - the sofa looked very old and very expensive, which made Bucky subconsciously think of the "noble" in Sasa's mouth. The little Victorian master".

The man originally planned to stand like this, but he didn't expect that the old wizard on the opposite side waved the tip of his staff casually, and a green velvet soft chair with a green velvet, which was exactly the same as the one he was sitting on, appeared out of thin air.

"Pumpkin juice!"

Old Ollivander hummed.

Bucky: ? ? ?

I have to reasonably guess whether this is some kind of curse word in the wizarding world.

The next moment, a house elf wearing a clean white tea towel and an ancient and familiar coat of arms embroidered on his chest popped out with a "boom".

She looks much older and uglier than Sasa, but the tea towel is white and shiny, the fluff on her ears is neatly groomed, and her voice is not as sharp as Sasa: ​​"Please take it easy, master."

The pumpkin-shaped teapot was poured, and two large brass cups with hooked noses were filled one by one, and the aroma of hot pumpkin permeated the air.

"Boy, sit down."

A hard-talking, a bit old-fashioned, eccentric old man.

Aggrieved, he huddled on the high-back soft chair that was much smaller than him, Bucky thought while drinking the hot pumpkin juice.

There used to be such a good family, how did Vicky survive Hydra?

When thinking about this idea, he didn't think about how he survived.

……

"Xiao Wei mentioned Auston and Diana to you, right?"

After drinking nearly half of the hot pumpkin juice, the little old man opposite him who was almost completely sunken in the high-back chair smacked his lips, with half of his face immersed in the shadows.

There is a small window next to the place where they are sitting, which is an old-fashioned colored collage window. The sun shines in, casting light and shadows of different colors and sizes.

A shadow from a faint blue slide hangs right next to the old man's cheek, illuminating his silvery eyes slightly - like the peacock blue in a girl's eyes.

The two of them, grandparents and grandchildren, don't look much alike, but at this moment, the light in their eyes is very similar.

Bucky heard himself answer softly, "I mentioned it."

The old Ollivander on the opposite side sighed: "...they don't have graves, and they won't have any more."

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▲The timeline I promised you (finally I didn’t forget _(:зゝ∠)_):

[The first world: wizard]

In 1991, Vicky was 11 years old and appeared in England (a blank state with no memory), and was brought into Hogwarts by the headmaster. The magic of kinship proved that she was from the Ollivander family and also related to the Prince family. Meet Draco first, then the Gryffindor trio.

In the same year, Vicky met the young Sherlock.

In 1998, Vicky was 18 years old, and the wizarding world was in turmoil. Vicky was subjected to Cruciatus by the Dark Lord, and then his body began to weaken.

In 2011, Vicki was 31 years old, and his life was not long. She was researching the time converter and soul wear, and Sherlock lost contact with her completely.

[Second World: Chaoying]

In 1991, Vicky was 21 years old and was frozen into the bottom of Gotham with Bucky.

1991-2011, cryogenic sleep (just happens to be when the wizarding wiki was alive in the wizarding world)

In 2011, Wiki woke up (just after the moment of "death" of the first life passed).

[Third World: World War II]

In 193X, the young Vicki met the young Bucky and Steve.

At the end of 1944, Bucky fell off a cliff, Steve crashed, and Wiki was hit by the energy of the Rubik's Cube.

In 1945, Vicky wakes up in the Xavier mansion, intersecting with Charles and Raven.

In 1962, Vicky was picked up by Doctor Strange.

Return to the 2014 timeline.

【to sum up】

There is only one Wiki soul on the same timeline, but there can be more than one body (dead or sleeping)

Please call Dragonfly, Mr. Brain Hole.

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读者“魅魍魉”,灌溉营养液+142017-09-1914:06:13

读者“”,灌溉营养液+302017-09-1822:49:29

读者“。”,灌溉营养液+802017-09-1817:30:08

读者“招财财”,灌溉营养液+12017-09-1808:56:42

读者“安夏”,灌溉营养液+12017-09-1807:43:02

[Leave a name or ID, two bosses! 】

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永远的小姨妈扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-09-1811:18:24

梦里河山扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-09-1900:05:54

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Mmmmmmmmm!

Dragonfly decided to add one at that time, "Bucky's Diary" episode _(:зゝ∠)_