I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

The goblin's completely different attitude made Sean's mouth raise. He glanced at the other person who was busy weighing the weight, and said curiously: "For some wizards with evil intentions, gold and other things are not as valuable as pounds."

Is it easy to get it?"

"In fact, there are very few wizards who dare to do this, very few, let alone walk into Diagon Alley. Moreover, pounds are not valuable, but gold is different. Hehe..." The goblin rubbed his hands and said flatteringly.

said.

In other words, if the other party has the courage and ability to sneak in, you can just accept the stolen goods, right? Sean sneered.

Half an hour later, Sean walked out of the gate of Gringotts with a lot of gold Galleons, Silver Sickle and Copper Knut, followed by the goblin.

He enthusiastically sent the two of them out: "I look forward to your visit again."

Sean patted his bag. Inside was a deformed lizard skin wallet given by Gringotts, with a space expansion spell on it. Wallets and money bags made of this material will automatically shrink when strangers approach, like

Like a shape-shifting lizard. This wallet alone costs five galleons.

Of course, Gringotts is not a charitable company. In addition to Sean's money, Allen also opened an account for him in Gringotts. Now there are more Galleons lying in his underground vault.

After walking a few steps away, Allen complained: "This ratio is really bad, and you can't reverse the exchange."

Sean smiled and responded: "Then I would like to thank the respected Mr. Wallop for his generous donation."

Allen smiled slightly and accepted his son's small flattery with some pride.

Although the price was high, Allen was very satisfied with his foresight, and he would not allow his son to be timid about buying things.

"Okay, kid, what should we buy first?"

"Magic wand." Sean immediately answered.

The father and son followed the simple map on the parchment to the door of a dilapidated shop. The gold sign on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander: Made staff since 382 BC. In the dusty window,

A solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

When Sean opened the store door, he didn't see the fussy old man he expected. Instead, he saw a girl sitting on the only bench in the store.

The girl's long waterfall-like bright silver hair hung down smoothly to her waist in a wizard's robe. The girl was petite and was holding a huge and heavy old book. She wore a pair of delicate and small

Gold-rimmed glasses, he was reading carefully at this time.

A very delicate and beautiful girl, she looks about the same age as herself.

Sean's eyes immediately met. He walked forward gently and whispered politely: "Hello, is the shop owner here?"

The girl read the content of the last page slowly and slowly. She tucked a long silver-white mane into the page, and then gently closed the old book.

The moment she raised her head, Sean felt that his breathing had stopped for a moment. The girl's light blue eyes seemed to have magical power, making him want to indulge in them.

Fortunately, this state only lasted for a moment, and Sean looked away without any trace, so as to not appear so rude.

Although she is extremely beautiful, something doesn't feel right... Sean thought to himself.

"Grandpa, we have a visitor." The girl withdrew her gaze and called to the back in a cold tone.

Then, she took out her magic wand and waved it lightly, and Allen, who was standing behind Sean, was pushed out of the store by an invisible force.

"When testing the fit of the wand, ordinary people may be injured." She gracefully retracted the wand and explained softly.

"That's it, I understand." Sean looked back at his father, who was standing outside the door unscathed and looking at his body with a puzzled look on his face.

The sound of light footsteps came, and Sean finally saw the Ollivander he expected, an old man with very light eyes but extremely bright eyes.

"Good afternoon." His voice was as ethereal as the clouds in the sky.

"Hello, sir, my name is Sean Wallop."

"Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Wallop, I know I'll see you soon..."

"Grandfather." The girl who was suspected to have Veela blood called out coldly and helplessly.

"Oh, I see..., Mr. Wallop, let's get to the point." Ollivander smiled and stopped his habitual beginning.

The tape measure that flew automatically began to measure every part of Sean's body. By the time Ollivander turned around and shuttled between the shelves, the tape measure had already begun to measure the distance between his nostrils.

"What is your dominant hand? Mr. Wallup."

"Right hand."

The tape measure shrank into a ball and fell to the ground. Ollivander opened the box and handed over a wand: "Cedar wood, unicorn tail feathers, eleven inches, very tough, try to wave it."

As soon as Sean took the wand and waved it, Ollivander took the wand away almost roughly.

"This one, cherry wood, phoenix tail feathers, twelve and a half inches, a loyal and powerful combination."

Nothing happened either.

"Try it, dogwood, dragon heart string, nine inches, a naughty but very interesting combination, although it always doesn't want to shut up."

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"How about this one?"

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"Very good, this one?"

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"Aren't you picky customers? Come on, try this one?"

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Sean tried dozens of wands, but Ollivander was still not satisfied. The old man stared at the shelf with some distress, thinking about the next wand to try.

After looking at Sean, who was upright and without any trace of impatience on his face, the girl who had been watching pointed at a box and said to Ollivander: "Grandpa, try that one."

Ollivander showed an emotional expression as he took down the brand new long box.

"Come on, try it."

Sean took it. It was a pure black wand with a smooth and straight surface. It looked elegant and low-key.

As soon as he took it, a strange heat flowed out of Sean's body. He waved the wand unconsciously, and the heat suddenly became hot on his fingertips.

Several sharp red lights flashed, sparks flew from the tip of the stick, and the crowded shelves fell to the ground with a rumble.

"Um...are you okay?" Sean, who was holding the wand, looked at the girl under the transparent barrier.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Ollivander struggled to stand up from the smoke and dust, with a strange light in his eyes.

He glanced at the girl, then turned to Sean and said: "Elm wood, thirteen inches, the core of the staff is dragon heartstring, this is my latest work."

As he spoke, Ollivander showed an emotional expression: "Elm wands are more likely to be owned by owners who are elegant, skilled in magic, and born noble. In my experience, elm has the least accidents among all wand woods.

One, this kind of wand made of wood is the least likely to make stupid mistakes and can cast the most elegant spells, but..." Ollivander's expression showed some fear.

"The owner of the wand core is not a talkative guy."