The Evil God of Hogwarts

Chapter 25 Red Poplar Wand

Ollivander kept moving the stairs, muttering: "He remembers it being there, ah, no, it's there.

He excitedly picked up a box and walked quickly down the stairs. Just like a child who found a cruel toy and wanted to show it off, he proudly placed the box in front of Xing Ze.

"Red poplar and unicorn queen's mane, twelve inches, very hard texture."

Xing Ze picked up the wand, and the wand resonated with him far more than the previous one. It's nice, but it should also be pretty expensive. He muttered in his mind.

"Oh, that's great, sir," Ollivander exclaimed excitedly. "He thought he would never see it find its owner in his lifetime."

"Um, Mr. Ollivander, is the core of its staff the mane of the Unicorn Queen?"

"Yes, yes, it came from the leg of his grandfather, Gabbard Ollivander." Mr. Ollivander looked very proud. "His grandfather has been looking for rare materials to make wands all his life. He based it on Havelock. Sweeting's notes found her near the snowy mountains of the Himalayas and exchanged the tail feathers of the Thunderbird for the Queen's mane..."

Mr. Ollivander was immersed in memories and paused for a while before continuing: "To put it bluntly, it recognized me, sir." Do I want to beg for it? "

Xing Ze replied helplessly: "He thought he was suitable for peach wood and unicorn tail hair, um - red poplar wood and unicorn mane?"

"To be honest, sir, he was just as surprised. Red poplar trees react to honest and upright people, and a unicorn's mane reacts to good and righteous people, not to mention that mane comes from the Unicorn Queen. Did I know that? , Sir. His grandfather made the wand for Nowell Tonk, who died before the wand was completed."

Norwell Tonk. Xing Ze naturally recognized the legendary wizard, and his portrait hung on the sixth floor of Hogwarts Castle. The upright and kind wizard died at the claws of a manticore while trying to save a Muggle child. To commemorate his noble qualities, the British Ministry of Magic posthumously awarded him the first-class badge of the Order of Merlin.

Ollivander stared at the wand and said to himself: "Isn't it interesting? After Tonk's death, his grandfather and very much his father were looking for the new owner of the wand, but they all failed. He I thought he would be the same."

"Then there must be something wrong? To be honest, he is not a person of high moral character." Xing Ze asked doubtfully.

"Don't question the choice of the wand, sir." Ollivander replied with a serious face, "Noble moral character cannot be said with words, but lies in a person's intentions and actions. If I don't want it, he will You can give me another one, but don’t question the choice of wand.”

Xing Ze was startled by Ollivander's aura. He was silent for a while and asked carefully: "What's the price of that wand?"

Ollivander nodded with satisfaction, and murmured: "Very well, sir, I made a wise decision." While rummaging around the table.

Quickly, he pulled out a notebook from a pile of dusty papers, looked at it, and said, "Ten galleons.

"What?" Xing Ze thought he heard wrongly, "You read that right, Mr. Ollivander, that's the price of an ordinary wand."

"No, just ten galleons." Ollivander affirmed, "Although he is old, he is neither deaf nor blind. Then the price set by his grandfather is written on his price list. Clearly."

"But no, it contains the Unicorn Queen's mane." Xing Ze reminded kindly.

Ollivander closed his notes and said disapprovingly: "So what? His grandfather wanted to make a unique wand, but the price was unparalleled. Besides, the wand needs an owner, otherwise it will be shelved. The poor thing had been left alone for nearly fifty years and he thought it would be happy to get some air."

In this case, Xing Ze nodded and said: "Okay, he asked for that magic wand."

After filling in some required information, Xing Ze walked out of Ollivander's wand shop. He looked at the wand in his leg with a complicated expression.

Integrity and kindness? How could he have that kind of quality?

He put his wand away and looked up at the clock at the main entrance to Gringotts. There was plenty of time for him to have a leisurely lunch.

…

Tonks and Kingsley were the only two people left in the basement of the laundry room. Tonks was concentrating on looking at the documents in her lap.

"I have to be careful..." Kingsley looked like he was hesitating to speak. In his heart, he doubted whether letting Nymphadora join that operation was the right decision.

Tonks was not impressed, she asked: "He is more concerned about whether that operation will help his future employment than that."

"It won't. It's a private operation." Kingsley explained seriously, "It won't be recorded, and there won't be any backup, so that means..."

"That means they can rely on themselves, and they can believe in themselves." Tonks took over the words, "I have just said that, and he remembers it. Don't worry, Shacklebolt, he has been in the sixth grade since He helped us with things from the beginning. Instead of worrying about that, I would rather think about how to deal with the school teachers. He didn’t want to fail to graduate.”

"With Dumbledore taking care of the school, there won't be any problems."

"Does that mean Master Dumbledore also knew about that operation?" Tonks raised her eyebrows.

"Isn't that natural? He recommended me to them in the first place."

"No, Metamorphmagus," Tonks murmured, "A blessing or a curse."

Kingsley didn't know what to say. He didn't want anything to happen to Nymphadora, but if she was born with the Metamorphmagus, that power would be very useful in infiltration and investigation.

"If I don't want to, he can discuss it with Dumbledore." He had said that before.

"Why are you reluctant?" Tonks' eyes widened, "He has long been unable to stand the boring life in school."

"But that time was different, Nymphadora." Kingsley said worriedly, "Two Aurors have disappeared, and one of them is not a senior Auror."

"Call him Tonks, Shark, he doesn't like them calling him Nymphadora."

Kingsley looked apologetic, "He didn't mean it, kid..."

"Okay, stop being such a womanly mother-in-law, Schalke, that's not like me." Tonks put away the documents, "I'm worried about him, and he's very grateful. But the chick will spread its wings one day. Fei, Moody and I can't take care of him for the rest of his life. Tell him, Schalke, what worries me so much? He guesses it's not as simple as what the document says?"

Kingsley gave a wry smile. Tonks seemed careless, but her mind was very sharp, which was why Moody valued her.

He shook his head and replied: "That's exactly why he's worried. He can't reveal more details to me, otherwise it will put me in a deeper predicament. Remember, kid, that doesn't negate the pursuit mission, it negates the investigation. Follow Good Delis, please report any situation immediately and don’t act alone.”

"Of course, of course, I am the boss, I have the final say." Tonks shrugged, "If there are no other instructions, he has to go. He needs to be prepared before going to Knockturn Alley."

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