Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Emmmm, my head hurts..." Aristophanes woke up from a coma, covered his head and fumbled to sit up, but there were whispers from around:

"He's awake." "Who is he?" "I don't know, it was like this when the master brought him back." "Look at his ears, they are the same as ours, are they elves?" "How can they be so big? It's just a goblin, I think it's a troll."

Aristophanes opened his eyes and looked around, and found himself lying in an attic. The ones who spoke were a group of small green creatures.

"What the hell is this?" Aristophanes couldn't help blurting out, looking at these little ones.

Suddenly there was a "bang", a goblin-like little goblin appeared in the attic, and the group of little ones jumped to other places to hide.

"They are Irish leprechauns domesticated by the master, little master. The master asked me to come up to see if you are awake. If you wake up, go to the living room and look for him. He has something to tell you." The elf asked politely .

Aristophanes was confused for a while: "Little master? Me? What's the situation?" But he still replied, "Okay, I'll come down now."

After speaking, he stood up and followed the "goblin" down.

In the living room, he saw the master mentioned by the "goblin". The master was also not tall, with pointed ears, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses, a neatly combed beard, and a shiny forehead showing His wisdom, yet Aristophanes knew what world he had come to when he saw him!

Flitwick! harry potter!

"You're awake, Aristophanes," Flitwick jumped off the stool and walked in front of him, "My condolences, I'm sorry for the unexpected death of your parents, they were excellent potions Master, otherwise it would be impossible to break the curse of the goblin, which made you grow so, uh, tall."

After speaking, he also looked at Aristophanes twice, as if wondering why there was such a big "freak" in his family.

Aristophanes had already received a system prompt when he came down, and he knew which world he had come to, so he said, "It's okay, Uncle Phil, it might be because of the potion, I can't remember something clearly , but I'll definitely pull myself together."

"That's good," Flitwick nodded, "but since you have come to England, you must continue to study. How about this, I will write a letter to Dumbledore and tell him that Ravenclaw needs a teaching assistant , you just happen to be still in school, so go to Hogwarts with me."

Hearing this, Aristophanes was startled: "Is it okay, uncle? I'm worried that my level is not enough..." Although Aristophanes inherited Li Min's inheritance as a mystic mage, this is a different world after all, and He also didn't have time to organize and study. As for the original spell system in the Harry Potter world, he had never even learned it, and he was a little caught off guard when he suddenly proposed to be a teaching assistant.

"It's okay, it's time for vacation, you should rest at home first, I'll take this opportunity to teach you how to use some spells. And I didn't ask you to be my teaching assistant for the spell class, you must know What matters is your parents' talent in potions, and Hogwarts has the top potions master in Europe. I originally agreed with you and your parents to come here to study and practice, but the fate will be a little earlier. After speaking, Flitwick's face darkened, after all, the death of his brother was not a good feeling.

"By the way, do you still have your wand?"

Aristophanes froze for a moment and shook his head: "My wand was originally made temporarily. My parents said that potion making is an art, and it's not about waving a wand stupidly. Before my potion making level meets their requirements , to minimize the use of wands."

"Well, such a familiar theory," Flitwick sighed, "it looks like I'll have to buy you a wand first.

It's getting late today, you should rest first, tomorrow I will take you to Diagon Alley to find Ollivander. "

"Ok uncle, then I'll go up first."

After speaking, Aristophanes returned to the attic under the leadership of the house elf Bard.

"I can finally take a breath. The rich experience of this day is really..." He sighed, "Let me see what information the system has." During his coma period, the system popped up a lot of information , but he hasn't had time to look at it yet:

information record:

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You have successfully entered anchor plane 1.

Discord information has been obscured, and the flow of time has been altered.

The identity information has been updated, and the main task has been updated.

Simple task interface and instructions, other information has been hidden. Aristophanes clicked on the main mission and saw that it said:

Main task: join any magic school

Explanation: After you came to the new world, you managed to get the care of your relatives, especially your relatives are important administrators of the Academy of Magic. Successfully joined a magic academy and started the next stage of the mission.

He believed that with Flitwick's help, this main quest would be easily completed.

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Early the next morning, Flitwick took Aristophanes, who woke up early, to the Leaky Cauldron using Apparition. As described in the book, the bar is dilapidated and old, but there are still many wizards drinking and chatting here.

The two walked to the backyard of the bar. Flitwick summoned a stool with the Flying Charm, stood on it and clicked the door-opening brick that "count three up—and count down two—" .

The brick shook and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle, which grew wider and wider, and before them there was an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass, leading to a winding, Endless cobbled streets.

"Young man, the magic commercial street in England is open to you!" Flitwick said cheerfully, "Come on, let's buy you a wand first."

Flitwick led him to a small, shabby shop with a gold signboard peeling off the door, which read: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 382 BC. A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

There is no doubt that this is the dream of every Harry Potter fan, and Aristophanes is no exception. Although he has lived in Azeroth for 15 years, he has never seen a mage in Fengxing Village. The weapons he sees most are all kinds of bows and short knives. Originally, he had a chance to get the staff when he went to Silvermoon City, but he was teleported to the new world right after he took office. Strictly speaking, this was the first time he came back to a store full of staffs.

The two opened the door and walked in, and there were bursts of tinkling bells coming from somewhere behind the shop. The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.

"Good afternoon, Flitwick, long time no see." A soft voice sounded.

"Good afternoon, Ollivander. I'm here to buy a wand for our nephew," Flitwick said to the old man.

"Nephew?" Ollivander looked at Flitwick and the tall Aristophanes, wondering.

"Yes, Alan and Sally had an accident because of a rash potion experiment, and only their child was left. I couldn't bear to let him continue to live alone in Canada, so I brought him to England to continue studying at Hogwarts .”

"Oh, that's a sad story, sorry. Well, little Mr. Flitwick, let me see." He took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, "You used to Which hand do you use your wand with?"

"Both hands are fine, but the left hand is stronger." Aristophanes replied truthfully.

"Okay, please raise your left hand, okay." He measured the size of the boy in front of him, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head circumference. As he measured it, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a super-magical substance, and that's the essence of it, Mr. Flitwick.

Every wand is unique as no two animals are exactly alike. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, it will never work so well. "

"But in this way, isn't the production efficiency of wands greatly reduced?" Aristophanes asked.

"That's not true, Mr. Flivey," Ollivander said as he walked through the shelves, "The wand chooses the wizard. This is the creed of our Ollivander family, and in fact becoming a wizard is very difficult. Even pure-blood families have squibs, so there are not as many wizards in the UK as you might imagine. What's more, I have accumulated the wands made by the Ollivander family for several lifetimes, which are enough for British wizards to use and buy. "

"Well," he said, "then try this one, holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long, very flexible."

Aristophanes took it and waved it, but felt nothing else. Ollivander snatched the wand from him immediately. "It doesn't look right, so try this one, made of vine wood, with a dragon's heart tendon—"

As soon as Aristophanes got it, before he could even shake it, he was taken away again. Then he tried ash, poplar, maple, hazel, unicorn cores, deer cores, cat leopard cores. The boxes piled higher and higher, but still nothing fit.

"Oh, what a picky guest," Ollivander became more and more cheerful, "Let me see—yes, try this one, the body is English oak, mixed with some unknown minerals Fragments, the core of which is the tail feather of a ptarmigan, sixteen inches long and extremely hard."

It was the first time Professor Flitwick had seen such a long wand, and it was almost as long as his legs. As soon as Aristophanes got it and didn't take a closer look, he felt the secret energy in his body start to surge, and small lightnings began to appear on his body, echoing the mysterious light on the wand, and the system prompt sounded:

"Obtain the legendary wand: the fragment of Starfire, and start a new side mission."

"Side task: Spark debris collection (1/7)."

He glanced at the mission, then swung his wand, and saw a flash of lightning flash across the wand, leaving a dark mark on the wall. Professor Flitwick nodded with a smile, and Ollivander yelled, "Oh, that's great, oops!"

He packed up Aristophanes' wand, wrapped it in a brown paper bag, and handed it to Aristophanes: "Thank you for nine gold galleons."

"Mr. Ollivander, may I ask how you obtained this wand?"

"Oh, of course, little Flitwick," Ollivander recalled, "my grandfather cut it from a strange oak tree, I remember writing in his diary, when he was in England. The material was collected from the north, but I don’t remember the exact address. It is said that this oak tree has been struck by lightning many times. Bird feathers, I combined them together, I didn't expect to have such a wonderful effect."

Professor Flitwick handed Ollivander nine Galleons, then motioned for Aristophanes to take the wand, and the two turned and walked out of the wand shop, while Ollivander bowed and sent them out of the shop.

"Let's go, Aristophanes, I'll take you to buy a robe. If you have books at home, you can read them first. As for other things that the teaching assistant needs, I'll teach you slowly when I go back."

After speaking, the two went to Mrs. Malkin's robe store to buy suitable robes, packed them and left Diagon Alley.