From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

"Are you okay, son?" Sandrine patted Xiwen's back and asked with concern. "Next time, remember to hold your breath when you come out!"

"I know, mom." Xiwen said with a bitter smile.

"Ah, distinguished Mrs. Rozier, Master Rozier. Your arrival has really made this place shine!" At this time, a slovenly-looking middle-aged man standing behind the counter spotted the mother and son, and was very surprised.

Said earnestly.

When facing outsiders, Sandrine always acted like a cold pure-blood family and just nodded to the man.

Xiwen never cared about things like his bloodline. After all, he came from another world and was influenced by the temple's idea of ​​protecting the entire earth. He always regarded all mankind as a whole - no matter wizards or ordinary people.

He waved to the man and said, "Hello, Mr. Tom."

The owner of the bar, Tom, bowed to the mother and son with a smile on his face. "Would you two like something?"

Seeing that Sandrine was not paying attention, Xiven said to Boss Tom in order not to embarrass him too much: "Today we are going to Diagon Alley to buy a magic wand. I can't wait any longer, so I'll leave first."

Tom also noticed that Mrs. Rosier was not interested in talking more, so he was sensible and did not ask any questions. He waved to the two of them and wished them a safe journey.

The mother and son walked straight to the empty patio behind the bar, which was the entrance to Diagon Alley.

When she arrived at the patio, Sandrine took out her wand, counted from a trash can next to it, and struck three bricks three times upward and two horizontally inward. Countless bricks began to swing, and first they were exposed.

A small hole, and then the hole slowly expanded, forming a wide archway.

Walking through the archway is the famous Diagon Alley!

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The two of them walked out of the archway, and a bustling commercial street came into view. Looking up, they saw Partridge's Crucible Shop and the drugstore on the two sides closest to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Want to take a walk?" Sandrine asked Xiwen with a smile.

Xiven thought for a while and decided to go directly to Ollivander's Wand Store, "Let's buy a wand first, I can't wait!"

Ollivander's Wand Shop is located very inside Diagon Alley. Fortunately, the alley is not very big, so the two of them arrived at their destination in a few minutes.

The shop looked small and shabby, and the gold-lettered sign on the door was peeling off. It read: "Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC."

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander." Sandrine walked into the store and said hello first, and Sivan followed suit and said hello politely.

The store was very small, with nothing else but a bench in the corner. Thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes containing wands were stacked from floor to ceiling, neatly arranged.

The owner, Galvis Ollivander, is an old man with gray hair and thick-lensed glasses. He looks meticulous and has a scholarly temperament. He raised his head from the two piles of ledgers in front of him and looked at the people who came into the store.

Xiwen, mother and son, smiled.

"Mrs. Rozier, long time no see. Ah, I know this little Mr. Rozier. It seems that Hogwarts is about to welcome an outstanding new student."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Ollivander." Sivan bowed gracefully and said. "I came today to buy a wand."

"Of course, dear Mr. Rozier. You will buy the wand that suits you best at Ollivanders!" Mr. Ollivanders said confidently.

When Mr. Ollivander touched the table, a tape measure automatically flew down to measure Sivan's shoulder width, arm span and other data. Next to it, there was a quill pen and a piece of parchment hanging in the air, and he was doing this automatically.

notes.

"Do you usually prefer your left hand or your right hand?"

"Right hand, sir."

"Is this your first wand?"

"Well...if it truly belongs to me, then yes." Xiwen silently discarded the old wand he was trying to use at home.

"Okay, let's try this one. It's walnut wood. The core of the wand is dragon heart string. It's 12 and 3/4 inches. It's very suitable for innovators and inventors of magic." Mr. Ollivander took out a slender box and took it out.

He took the wand inside and handed it to Xiwen.

Xiwen waved it casually and felt that although it didn't fit well enough, the amplification effect was still very strong. He could only silently sigh that the wand's ability to increase and control the wizard's magic power surpassed that of the hanging ring.

"Obviously this is not the wand you want." Mr. Ollivander took the wand away from Sivan and then replaced it with another one. "Try this again, yew, thestral tail hair."

, 13 and 1/2 inches, more suitable for those who are born to be extraordinary."

Xiwen waved the wand, and the front end of the wand emitted a faint light. He felt that it would be good to use this one.

Mr. Ollivander seemed to still be dissatisfied, and took out another one. "The fit is not bad, but it's not good enough. Try this one again, fir wood, phoenix feathers, 12 inches. He likes it.

A master who is dedicated, strong-willed, and occasionally, strong-willed.”

Xiwen tried it again and it seemed to be good...

"Ah, picky guest." Mr. Ollivander was not satisfied with the result and continued to select other wands for Sivan. Sivan also cooperated in the test.

Both of them were immersed in it. Sivan was studying the characteristics of wands made of different materials and the degree of assistance when casting spells, while Mr. Ollivander was simply excited to meet such a picky customer.

"Hey, Mr. Ollivander, Sivan's wand hasn't been chosen yet, okay?" Sandrine seemed a little anxious about Sivan's delay in getting a satisfactory wand.

Xiwen belatedly picked up the pocket watch hanging around his neck and took a look at it, only to realize that it was already past lunch time.

"Oh, he is such a picky customer." Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips with contentment and walked up the wooden stairs at the back of the store. Then, he walked down with a slender box filled with dust.

"I believe this wand will be suitable for you, Mr. Rosier. It is pine wood, 14 inches. It usually chooses lonely, interesting, mysterious and maverick people as its owners. It is especially sensitive to silent magic. Its core is extremely rare and is

I once spent a lot of money to get the tip of a unicorn horn that died accidentally. It is stable, sensitive, and spiritual. This is one of my most outstanding works." He reluctantly handed over the wand.

Xiwen.

Xiwen took the wand and noticed the difference when he held it in his hand. It seemed that the wand did not resist any method of casting spells. He couldn't help but tap it lightly with the wand, and a golden ring with a complex pattern appeared on the wand.

Formerly - the Ring of Raggador, one of the most common spells of Karma Taj, and also the starting point for many advanced spells.

"Perfect! This wand is perfect for you. But this spell is very novel, unlike any kind of magic I have ever seen." Mr. Ollivander looked curiously at Raggado in front of Sivan's wand.

Your Ring, said.

Xiwen waved his hand to dispel the spell and replied with a smile: "Some small ideas in daily practice are not worth mentioning."

Ollivander smacked his lips and said, "This is no small idea. You can create your own spells and cast spells silently before entering school. At least I have seen no more than three cases in all my years of living."

Seeing her son being praised, Sandrine rubbed Xiwen's head very happily and said: "This child has loved to study magic by himself since he was a child, and he doesn't talk about going out to play more with his peers. I haven't seen him interact with him until now.

Got some good friends.”

Although her tone was complaining, anyone could hear the pride in it.

"Geniuses are always isolated." Mr. Ollivander said with a smile, and then his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. "Ahem, Mrs. Rosier, you know. This is a different wand, unique.

A bag of tail hair from a horned beast costs ten galleons, not to mention a very rare unicorn horn that also contains powerful magic."

According to Ollivander, every unicorn horn in circulation represents the death of a unicorn. Most of the unicorn horn products circulating on the market are fake and shoddy products. Unicorns that die naturally

The magic power in the horn will dissipate with the unicorn, which means that only the horn of a unicorn that died accidentally has the potential to make a wand. This is why wand cores often use unicorn tail hair instead of unicorn horns.

s reason.

"Make a price, Mr. Ollivander," said Sandrine.

"You also know that I spent a lot of money to get the unicorn horn and got it through contacts with the Department for the Conservation of Magical Creatures. It is an unprecedented masterpiece. I didn't want to sell it..." Ollivander rambled.

He talked for a long time, until he saw Sandrine's expression a little impatient, and then hesitantly quoted the price. "...How about a friendly price of 150 Galleons?"

Mrs. Rosier was in a good mood because Sivan got a good wand, and without negotiating the price, she simply took out 150 shining gold coins from the pocket that had been casted by the Traceless Stretch Charm and handed it to Mr. Ollivander. Then she handed it to Mr. Ollivander.

He directly pulled Xiwen out of the store.

Mr. Ollivander waved goodbye to the two of them.

"Thank you for your patronage, Mrs. Rosier. I wish Mr. Rosier a happy life at Hogwarts!"

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