Reborn at Hogwarts

"Honestly, I don't know what you'd do with so many wands."

When Reese Fudge placed a large pile of wands in front of Ivan, he still did not forget to express his confusion.

"If your father wants to use these wands to open a new store, I advise you to give up the idea." The old man's tone was somewhat sad and sad, "with Ollivander around, no one would came to visit."

"You misunderstood, I'm just a little collector."

Facing Reese Fudge's question, Ivan just smiled, and he didn't intend to explain anything to the old man.

He knelt down and examined the wands carefully.

Holly wood, blackthorn wood, walnut wood, willow wood, vine wood... These wands made of different materials are packed in long boxes of different shapes, and the cores of their respective wands are carefully written on the boxes.

Ivan took a quick look around and found that in terms of wand cores, Fudge's store had a much richer variety than Ollivander's. He saw a wand that used Veela's hair as a wand core as soon as he opened his eyes.

I don't know where this old man found it...

Going through all the wands was too much work, and Ivan still had textbooks he hadn't purchased, so he just looked at the ones on top, nodded to Reese Fudge, and handed him the money .

—the money was given to him by Madam Vesemir before he went out.

This is all for the sake of the deformed lizard skin bag on his chest. It has special magic power, and only the owner can take things out of it.

It has been thirteen years since I came to the wizarding world. This pocket is the most convenient thing Ivan has ever used. It is not only small and easy to carry, but also can hold many things.

Under Riise Fudge's incredulous gaze, Ivan stuffed all the piles of wands into his pockets.

"Mr. Fudge, then I..."

Ivan was about to say goodbye to Mr. Fudge, but there was a burst of shouting outside the door.

"Fire! Someone set fire to Knockturn Alley!"

The sound moved from far to near, and then gradually faded away.

set fire?

Ivan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Lange and Bernard's companions should have arrived.

Destroy the corpse... He thought silently in his heart, then said goodbye again and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, kid."

Reese Fudge said suddenly.

Ivan watched blankly as the old man got into the room again, as if he was rummaging for something. After a while, the old man came out holding a lot of cardboard boxes.

"You are..."

Ivan noticed that the box was completely empty, with nothing inside.

"Oh, don't you have a collection habit? These boxes of mine are custom-made, and each one is different. The ones you took away just now, and these add up to almost all of them." Reese Fudge smiled He said, "These are also given to you. If you are a collector, if you don't get the whole series of wand boxes, you will not be happy, right?"

"..."

Ivan suddenly remembered a sentence:

Shoot yourself in the foot.

He now finally understands what it feels like.

...

Because of the man's yelling just now, the flow of people in Diagon Alley was slightly agitated.

But apart from a few pedestrians who could be seen as Muggles at a glance, no one was really flustered.

After all, everyone is a wizard, and an ordinary fire will not make them panic.

"Have you heard? The potion shop in Knockturn Alley caught fire..." Two people on the side of the road were whispering, and Ivan listened calmly for a while.

From their conversation, Ivan can basically confirm that it was Lange and Bernard's accomplice, the guy named Wolfe, who did it.

It seems that they didn't want the matter to be exposed, and took the initiative to cover up the traces of the battle... But wouldn't it be too much to burn the shop directly...

Ivan shook his head.

But he somehow understood.

Ivan's mind flashed through the information he had read from Bernard's mind before he died.

A piece of torn parchment...

Ivan didn't continue to think deeply. He had already received too much information this morning, and he needed to summarize it carefully when he was free.

The most urgent thing is to hurry up and buy the books and items needed for the next semester, and he won't have time to go out for the remaining few days.

There is still much that needs to be done.

...

Perhaps it was because school was approaching, in addition to adult wizards, there were many children holding books in Diagon Alley.

It took a lot of effort for Ivan to squeeze into the Lihen Bookstore, buy the things he needed, and it took even more effort to squeeze out smoothly.

When he walked out of the shop, he realized that his clothes were already in disarray. He looked like he had just escaped through the window of a hotel, with half of his shoulders exposed.

"call……"

After tidying up his appearance hastily, Ivan glanced at the book list in his hand and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Each of the above books has been marked with a black tick, that is to say, his procurement task has been completed.

The courses Hogwarts students need to take in the second year are not different from those in the first year. The elective courses only start from the third year, and alchemy is only allowed to students who meet the requirements in the sixth year.

...then, nothing else is needed.

Ivan stuffed the few books in his arms into the basket and prepared to leave.

At this moment, someone suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Excuse me……"

It was a boy's voice, which sounded timid and seemed a little nervous.

"Huh? Need help?"

Ivan sighed in his heart. He was really tired and wanted to go back to the small room of the Leaky Cauldron to rest.

He turned around and looked at the child who asked him for help.

He looked smaller than himself, with a round face and a slightly fatter build.

An ugly big toad was squatting on the boy's shoulder, and it was screaming "Guwa~ Guwa".

"Excuse me, are you also a student at Hogwarts?"

The boy asked. When he was speaking, he subconsciously glanced to the side, not daring to meet Ivan's gaze.

"Yes, is there anything I can do for you?"

Ivan asked.

"Thank you—I can't find my book list. I heard that students in lower grades have similar courses. Can you lend me your book list? I just need to see what class I take." The boy was grateful Looking at Ivan, "Oh, I forgot to mention, my name is Neville Longbottom, a first-year freshman. What about you?"

Neville Longbottom.

When the name came out of the boy's mouth, he saw that the kind-hearted man in front of him seemed to froze.

The kind-hearted man's eyes quickly fell on the toad on his shoulder, and then turned aside very naturally.

Then, Neville Longbottom watched the kind-hearted man turn around and spread his legs. Before he could react, the kind-hearted man had disappeared into the crowd.

The well-intentioned people's complaints still vaguely lingered in Neville's ears.

"Ah, why does the ear hurt again? The eyes are also very uncomfortable... Hurry up and see St. Mungo, we can't delay."

"ah?"

Neville looked at the direction in which the kind-hearted man disappeared in confusion.

...Why did you run away when you heard my name?

The toad on the boy's shoulder yelled twice, kicked his legs, and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

"Ah ah ah ah! Lefe! Where are you going? Come back soon!!"

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