Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 4 Purchase of a Wand
Speechless, really speechless. Ryan found that he was too naive. After all, there was no name written on each wizard's face. Even if he met the characters in the original work, he would not be able to recognize them.

It's a pity that he is not old enough to buy a wand. Thinking of this, Ryan suddenly realized that he had become mentally retarded after traveling through time. Couldn't he buy it in advance?

"Father, can I buy a wand?"

"Yes. But I suggest you buy it when you are 11 years old before entering school," Jack replied.

"Sure enough, Jack never refuses. Hum, here comes the wand."

Ryan walked back again and walked with Jack to the last shop in Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The shop was small and shabby, and the gold sign on the door had peeled off. It read: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

As they entered the store, a jingling bell came from somewhere at the back of the store. The shop is very small, with nothing else except a bench. Jack sat on the bench and waited, while Ryan recalled the original description. [Harry had a strange feeling, as if he had arrived at a strictly managed library. He suppressed the many new questions that had just arisen in his mind and began to look at the thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes that almost reached the ceiling. For some reason, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that there is hidden mysterious magic. 】

As mentioned in the book, the silence around him was terrifying, but even with a magic power of 16 and a thinking ability of level 2, Ryan was so anxious that he almost urinated and could not detect the fluctuations of magic that Harry Potter felt.

As Ryan had guessed, in addition to the nature of magic, every wizard also has his own strengths, such as Tonks's Metamorphmagus, who can naturally change her own appearance with ease.

As for Harry Potter, it can be seen from the original description that he is very good at magical combat. Although he is short-sighted, his perception is super strong. In the third grade, he used some physical Patronuses that even skilled wizards cannot use.

"Good afternoon," a soft voice said, startling Ryan.

Suddenly there was a loud clicking sound, and an old man stood in front of them. His big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello." Ryan replied politely, tightening his little face. This bad old man is very bad. I'm afraid he doesn't like to suddenly scare people. He must have come out a long time ago. He just kept silent. The original Harry was Even Hagrid was shocked.

"Oh, yes," said the old man. "Yes, yes, I know I shall see you soon, Lane Smith, that is all. You have the same eyes as your father. It seems like only yesterday that he came here to buy his first wand. A six-inch, ash-wood, stubborn, fickle-loyal wand, and in fact we met only last week."

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Ryan and looked at him carefully.

"Your mother is different. She likes acacia wood. It's eleven inches long, flexible, and more picky. It's hard to find the right wizard. It only shows its strength to the most talented people. I said your mother likes it. It - in fact, of course it is the wand that chooses its wizard."

He shook his head, and then recognized Jack's George Smith at a glance, which made Ryan sigh in relief. This old man talks a lot and has a good memory. Is it true that every little wizard whose parents are wizards will be talked about when he comes? Click your parent's wand.

"George! George Smith! What a pleasure to see you again... Ash wood, six inches long, right?"

"Yes, Ollivander, why do you always mention my wand every time we meet?" Jack said.

"We just communicated about the price of acacia wood last week. You also know that I need a lot of wood here, and I am also considered an old customer of yours. Smith has been cooperating with our family since 382 AD. Now, do you want this price?" Mr. Ollivander said, suddenly becoming philistine.

"As far as I know, the stock of acacia wood that you need is not large, and the owners of acacia wood wands are usually careful wizards. Moreover, there are relatively few wizards who possess this high-quality trait, and not all wizards are as careful as my wife." Jack answered pretentiously, which was completely different from usual. Ryan almost thought that the original body's father had not died yet.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this first. Mr. Lane, come on. Let me take a look." He took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you use your wand with?"

"I'm right-handed," Ryan said.

"Raise your arm. OK." He measured Ryan's size, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally the circumference of the head. As he measured, he said, "Each Ollivander wand has super magical substances, which is its essence, Mr. Smith. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Each Ollivander wand is unique, because no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, you will never get such a good effect." This service is really good, and the advertising slogans are remembered so accurately, without changing the lines, Ryan complained in his heart.

Next, Ollivander himself went to the shelves, busy selecting some long boxes to move down, while the tape measure operated automatically.

"Okay," he said, and the tape measure fell to the floor and rolled up into a ball. "Well, Mr. Lane, try this one. Made of hawthorn wood and dragon heartstrings. It's seven inches long. It's nice and pliable. Give it a try."

Ryan took the wand, and as soon as he waved it, Ollivander immediately took the wand away from him. "Alder wood, phoenix feather, eight inches long, not easy to bend, try it..." Ryan was about to try, but before he could lift it, the wand was taken away by Ollivander again. "No, no... try this one. It's made of apple wood and unicorn hair. It's eight and a half inches long and very stretchy. Come on, come on, try this one."

Ryan tried one after another and was secretly excited. He was indeed the protagonist, trying so many.

The wands that had been tried were piled higher and higher on the bench. Ollivander also looked very happy for this picky customer.

"A picky customer, huh? It doesn't matter, I think you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable one for you here... Let me think about it... Oh, if you have it, how can you not... …Extraordinary combination, holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. Nice and pliable.”

Ryan quickly took the wand, which was Harry Potter's. But Ollivander quickly grabbed the wand again.

"No, no... try this, aspen, a rare unicorn heartstring that can be used as a wand material. Come on, come on, try this. A rare material."

Ryan took the wand again, and then his fingertips felt slightly warm. He raised the wand high above his head, and swung it downwards with a swish. Through the dusty air, he saw only a white light, and the head of the wand was like fireworks. There was a constant crackling sound.

Jack clapped his hands and cheered, and Ollivander shouted: "Oh, great, oh, really, great. Oh, oh, oh... it's amazing... it's amazing..."

He put Ryan's wand into the box, wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying: "Wonderful...wonderful..."

"I'm sorry," said Ryan, "what is it about you that makes you wonder?"

Mr. Ollivander stared at Ryan with pale, colorless eyes.

"Aspen is a white, fine-grained wood. It is treasured by all wandmakers because of its sleek, ivory-like appearance and its ability to perform excellent spells."

"Those who are suitable for aspen wands are usually skilled or destined duelists, because aspen wands are particularly suitable for the use of combat magic, but this is not the magical thing about it."

"The wonderful thing is the core of the wand. Its core is the heartstring of a unicorn. You must know that except for the naturally shed hair of the unicorn, the materials in other parts are cursed unless it is voluntarily sacrificed. It is really an extraordinary combination. .”

"Makoto, 20 galleons." Ollivander continued.

"So expensive?" Ryan couldn't help but be speechless.

"For every new student who enrolls at Hogwarts that year, the Ministry of Magic will subsidize the cost of buying a wand. If you don't buy it in advance, you can use the discount, which is 9 gold galleons."

Turtle, doesn't it mean that this wand is 2 Galleons more expensive than Harry Potter's after discount? That's awesome, Ryan said inwardly.

Then Ryan asked Jack to pay and spent an additional 3 galleons to buy a wand cover and maintenance set.

(End of this chapter)