Harry Potter Blood Hunter

Looking at the dumbfounded red-haired twins, Browder chuckled and walked out.

It feels so good to make a fortune.

Although Browder should not sell this legendary card after getting it.

Regulus was also amused by Browder's bad taste.

It's just deliberately irritating!

The two Weasley brothers are also really downcast... Obviously they made money, but why are they suddenly unhappy?

However, when such a thing happened, they have not turned back on the deal, it already means that the character is very good.

"Fred, did you realize that the uncle who just paid was Regulus Black who saved Uncle Fabian!" George asked.

"Of course I did!" Fred continued. "So you're saying that the guy with the puffy hat was his godson, Lestrange?"

"It should be right!" George nodded. "He should be going to Hogwarts this year."

"Then we..."

"This year……"

"Thank him so much!"

The twins really seem to have the same heart, and they all sang together until the end.

And the two were happy again when they talked, and hurriedly took the 7 Golden Galleons they got and ran out.

What to buy? Must not let mother find out!

...

"The twins just now belonged to the Weasley family, right?" Browder asked. "The red hair and the lack of money have become the symbol of their family in recent years!"

"That's right, it's them! The Arthur Weasley family is also famous for having seven children." Regulus nodded, "The Gryffindor from Prewett was repaying my life-saving grace. , and specially invited me to dinner... It happened that his sister brought the child as a guest. You must know that I didn't eat a few bites of the last meal. "

Fabian Prewett, Molly Prewett Weasley's second brother, one of the Order of the Phoenix members Regulus rescued from the Death Eaters. He and his older brother, Gideon Prewett, were very powerful wizards, capable of taking on the five most powerful Death Eaters.

Although they were defeated by endless black magic in the end, Voldemort gave both of them high marks.

It's not easy for Regulus to save only Fabian Prewett, his brother... Who told his brother Gideon Prewett to be shot by Avadasso, no one can save him .

Talking about these things, Browder and Regulus were laughing and went to the next stop.

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

It was a small, shabby-looking storefront, with peeling gold lettering on the door that read: "Olivander: Well-crafted wands since 382 BC."

In the dusty window, a wand stands alone on a faded purple cushion.

Browder dared to swear that if it wasn't for this regular wand shop in the UK, depending on the condition of the shop, it would have closed down long ago.

Other things that Browder used in school can be prepared by others, only the wand must be prepared by himself.

Oh, and that wand was an extra second-hand wand...Browder still needs one that really suits him.

When I opened the door and walked into the store, the bell on the door rang to inform the store that there were customers here.

The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.

Regulus sat on the bench and let Browder go to the counter himself. In addition to the maker of the wand's information, it is best that only the owner knows the best. After all, if you look at the "wand selection" rule that the Ollivander family has always considered, you can tell what kind of spell the master is good at just by looking at the wand.

Browder waited for a while, then heard a "good morning".

A ladder came across the shelf, and Mr. Ollivander stood there to say hello to Browder.

Although he looked like a not-so-trimmed old man with white hair, Mr. Ollivander's large, pale eyes were like twinkling moons in the dim shop.

Browder thought the eyes might be working some sort of magic.

"Hello, sir!" Browder said politely, "I need a wand."

"Yes, you do need a wand." Mr. Ollivander glanced at the family crest on Breed's cloak. "It's Mr. Lestrange!"

"Yes sir!" Browder nodded with a smile.

Browder's velvet cloak blocked all exploratory magic, and Mr. Ollivander could only guess his identity by looking at his family crest.

The emblem of the Lestrange family is a round shield with an "L" in the middle, two crossed spears behind the shield, and a three-headed snake on the left and right sides of the shield.

Defense, attack, insidiousness, cunning... Anyway, it is a very recognizable badge.

"Okay then! Mr. Lestrange, come and let me see." Mr. Ollivander took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his coat pocket, "Which arm do you have to use the wand? "

"I'm used to using my left hand." Browder held out his left hand.

"Raise your arm. Okay." Mr. Ollivander put the tape measure directly on Browder, the tape measure came alive, and he began to measure himself.

Start with shoulders to fingertips, then wrists to elbows, shoulders to floor, knees to underarms, and finally head circumference.

Mr. Ollivander let the tape measure move by itself, and went back to the shelf to find something, "Each Ollivander wand has a super powerful magic substance, and that's the essence of it, Lesterland. Mr. Qi. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Every Ollivander wand is unique because no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same. Of course, you With wands that are supposed to belong to other wizards, it would never have worked so well."

Browder didn't interrupt, though he betrayed that he probably said the same lines to everyone who came to buy a wand.

After measuring the distance between Browder's nostrils at the end, the volume automatically flew back into Mr. Ollivander's pocket.

This tape measure is funny enough...I like it.

Picking out a wand, Mr. Ollivander handed it to Browder, "Ten and a quarter inches, of willow and snake nerves, very soft."

Browder took it and waved, and a small poisonous snake flew out from the head of the stick.

"Oh, curious." Mr. Ollivander saw this phenomenon and confirmed one thing, "Mr. Lestrange can you take off this very strange magic cloak of yours? Maybe you are hiding it. The magical fluctuations of my body interfere with my judgment. Although this wand listens to you, it is because of your unexpected magic."

Browder smiled when he heard the words, "Okay sir."