Ollivander came back with a metal shopping cart. There were three thick oil paper bags, a pile of large and small square thick cardboard boxes, and a wooden food box on top.

Entering the store, seeing the presence of customers, Ollivander immediately began to greet him warmly.

"Look who this is." Ollivander smiled at the man dressed in a decent gentleman's attire. "Mr Palmston, applewood, unicorn tail feathers. How? Is the wand the same as always? Are you in tune?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Palmston stretched out his hand to take off his gentleman's hat, saluted Ollivander in a gentlemanly manner, and smiled softly: "It's not a compliment, I think Olly Mr. Vander is probably the best in the wizarding world at helping people choose their wands."

"Hahaha, I dare not admit it."

Ollivander was obviously very happy, this was the first time Cowan saw Ollivander laugh so heartily.

"Oh, and Mrs Palmston." Ollivander turned to the lady, and smiled as well: "Cedarwood, unicorn tail feathers. It's been so long, it seems like your wand is fine. "

"Yes." Mrs. Palmston gave an aristocratic ceremony: "I still remember the teaching you gave me about wand maintenance when I got the wand from you."

"Yes, yes, haha." Ollivander waved his hands with a smile, then looked at the children of the family of three.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." The child reluctantly put away the look of anticipation and excitement on his face, and gave an aristocratic salute: "I hope I can get a wand that suits me best from you."

"Of course! Of course!" Ollivander nodded frequently and smiled gently: "I will definitely choose the most suitable one for you."

After finishing speaking, Ollivander said to the couple again: "Later, I will arrange this child."

"This is the one in the paper..." Mr. Palmston looked at Cowan, his tone considered.

"Yes, but the newspapers always go too far." Ollivander responded, and then greeted Cowen: "Come on kid, get to know Mr. Palmston."

"Oh!" Cowen finally stopped pretending to be transparent, and hurriedly stood up straight with a somewhat restrained expression, then bowed slightly and said, "Hello Mr. Palmston, Mrs. Palmston, I am Cohen. Wen, Cowen Quinn."

"So are you, Mr. Quinn." The Palmstons responded softly in unison.

"Hello." Little Palmston interrupted suddenly, staring at Cowen curiously and asked, "Are you also a freshman this year?"

"I..." Kewen knew that he should be acting stupid at this time, so he made a look that he didn't know how to answer.

"Yes."

Sure enough, Ollivander saw this and took the question: "Kewen is also a freshman this year, maybe you two will be together in the same college for seven years in the future."

Little Palmston nodded excitedly when he heard the words, and looked at Kewen with anticipation: "Great, just call me James in the future, but can you call you Kewen?"

"Of course! Of course!" Kewen still nodded cautiously, but his eyes deliberately revealed a look of anticipation that could not be concealed.

"Okay everyone, let me pick a wand for Mr. Palmston Jr." Ollivander interjected, then looked at Cowen: "You can't help here for the time being, so you go and eat first. something."

Ollivander raised his hand, took down the wooden food box on the top of the shopping cart, handed it to Kewen, and pointed to the innermost part of the store: "Go down the corridor to the innermost, behind the black door is the restaurant, you go to eat first. thing."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ollivander." Kewen took the food box graciously, turned and walked inside the store.

However, just after taking two steps, he stopped, turned to the family of three and said cautiously: "That,

Sorry, sorry. "

"What a polite child." Mrs. Palmston said softly. "Go ahead and leave us alone. I hope you can get along well with our little James when you are at the Academy in the future."

"I will." Kewen responded, looked at James again, pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, and then walked quickly to the restaurant...

Ignoring the situation in the store, Kewen walked quickly to the innermost part of the wand store, opened the door and entered the restaurant.

Glancing at the general layout in the restaurant, Kewen closed the door, quickly came to the dining table, pulled out the high chair and sat on it.

He was really hungry. He felt very hungry when he woke up from the hospital, but it was not convenient for him to bring it up. Fortunately, he responded with a 'cultural word' before, and finally reminded Ollivander. .

Without further ado, Kewen opened the food box and took out two sandwiches, one French fries, one fried fish, and one apple.

"So little..." Kewen whispered, "It's still junk food..."

Looking at the British characteristic staple food in front of him, Kewen really had a headache, and felt a little sorry for his identity as a big foodie empire.

You know, he was a big foodie empire, but even aliens wanted to try it...

No way, eat it.

Grabbing the sandwich, Kewen took one bite and chewed it twice. A sour and greasy taste erupted, making Kewen's expression a little distorted.

Looking left and right, Kewen jumped off the dining chair, hurriedly walked to the pool, picked up the cup and received a large glass of cold water, and gushed the food in his mouth into his stomach.

He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been saved, then looked back at the food on the table, sighed helplessly, and filled a large glass of water again.

Back at the dining table, Kewen had a sacrificial look on his face. After a little preparation, he picked up the sandwich and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

In less than two minutes, all other food except apples were eaten by Kewen as if they were whole. Then he raised the cup and flushed all the food accumulated in the esophagus into the stomach with cold water.

"Huh..." With a long sigh, Kewen muttered after putting down the water glass: "It's really dying..."

Jumping off the high chair, Kewen stood on the ground, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes slightly.

An inaudible 'gurgling' sounded, and Kewen's stomach and abdomen, which was slightly raised by the water and food, gradually shrank back.

Opening his eyes, Kewen controlled the peristalsis of his stomach and exhaled in a hiccup.

He fanned the air with his hand, sniffed it again, and nodded with satisfaction.

"No weird smell, don't worry about nausea after hiccups." Ke Wen whispered: "Fortunately, the exercises that Dad got back are reliable."

Sit back on the chair again, pick up the remaining apple, and slowly enjoy it with a 'click'...