The Evil God of Hogwarts

Tonks quickly changed her appearance and hair color as she walked out of the bar. She whispered to Kingsley, "If I want him to follow that kid, it's very late now.

"Why would I think he would send me to follow him?" asked Kingsley.

Tonks shrugged, "How long have they known each other, Shacklebolt?"

"He doesn't know." Kingsley shook his head, "He's not good at keeping track of the month."

"Well, so did he, but he could tell I wanted to know something about that guy."

Kingsley nodded in approval, "No, but he now works for the Department of Mysteries."

Tonks whistled exaggeratedly, "He really doesn't know whether to be happy or sad for him. If that's the case, then why should I ask him to come here?"

"Come with him, it's not safe to shut up."

The two crossed the intersection, turned a corner, and walked into a laundry.

"Secret meeting? No wonder I won't let you in from the train station's Floo fireplace," said Tonks. "Well, my taste for meeting places hasn't changed at all."

Kingsley explained quite proudly: "The owner of the shop is not his friend. Besides, no one would have thought that the gathering of wizards would be in the basement of a Muggle laundry."

"Of course.

There were three other people in the basement, and Tonks recognized them all as Aurors at a glance.

"He's here to introduce you." Kingsley cleared his throat and said, "Miss Nymphadora Tonks."

"They didn't hear that there would be one more person." The short-haired man among the three Aurors questioned.

"Don't be nervous, Delis, she is no stranger to outsiders, and he can trust her." Kingsley explained, "Of course, if we don't trust him, we should trust Moody."

"What does that have to do with Alastor Moody?" asked another short Auror.

Tonks crossed her legs and leaned against the wall lazily and replied, "Alastor Moody is his teacher."

…

The only wand shop in Wrong Corner Alley - Ollivander's Wand Shop. If given a choice, Xing Ze would prefer to go to Cephalopos Wand Shop in Glastonbury, where there are more discounts on wands for adults.

The small, cramped shop was as messy as the one in the movie. The red-haired Garrick Ollivander was immersed in scribbling behind the counter.

The peak of the school term has passed, and there is not much business in the store. There is only a couple walking on the sofa browsing the product catalog.

The sound of the doorbell made Ollivander raise his head. He glanced at the person, and then lowered his head again, "Just take a look, sir, and tell him if you see anything."

Xing Ze quickly walked to the counter and said, "He needs a magic wand, and the original one broke."

"No? What material was your original wand made of?"

"Peach wood and unicorn tail hair."

"Please wait a moment, sir." Ollivander picked up his wand and waved it. A tape measure flew away, and a notebook and a quill flew from behind him.

The measuring tape, like a dexterous water snake, began to measure Xing Ze's height, arm length and other parts, while the quill quickly recorded in the notebook.

Ollivander reminded aloud: "Please let me cooperate with Dong, sir, that is very necessary."

A few minutes later, after the measurement was completed, the tape measure and quill flew back to their original places, and the notebook flew to Ollivander's eyes. He took his reading glasses and took them with him, and then carefully wrote down the contents of the note. Read it again.

"Twelve inches, peach wood, unicorn tail hair." He muttered, stood up and walked towards the wand boxes stacked to the ceiling.

While selecting the box, Ollivander said to Xing Ze: "Did I buy my previous wand from him? He remembers every wand he sold, sir, he remembers every wand, uh, What's your name?"

"Xing Ze. You are right, that wand comes from Cephalopos Wand Shop."

"He doesn't even think about it." Ollivander snorted, "Sephalopo doesn't know how to make a wand at all. Don't waste your money on those bandit legs."

He complained a lot, and it seemed that he had a lot of grievances against Sefa Luobo Wand Shop. It wasn't until the couple pushed the door open and walked out that he kept his mouth shut and came to Xing Ze with a bunch of boxes.

"Today's young people," he sighed, "they don't know what they want, and they don't have much patience."

"Times are changing, Mr. Ollivander. Standard wands are cheap and good-looking, and it is normal for them to be popular among young people."

Ollivander shook his head and said wrongly: "Those wands have no soul at all. Everyone's wand should be different. God, he really can't imagine those who use standard wands. They should feel ashamed."

"The legwork wand takes time, Mr. Ollivander, and people value their time these days."

Xing Ze smiled. The standard wand was developed by the International Academy of Magic during the First Wizarding War when it supplied wands to Aurors. After all, during that period, the first mate of wands that were damaged due to the war were promoted. .

But what the British Ministry of Magic did not expect was that Voldemort suddenly disappeared at the peak of his power, and the corpse eaters quickly disintegrated. Whether the large amount of money invested in standard wand research can be recovered, the International Institute of Magic can cooperate with wand shops around the world. cooperate.

"No, no, let's not talk about that, let's try that one." Ollivander opened a box, "Eleven and a half inches, peach wood and unicorn hair, the texture is heavier."

As soon as Xing Ze took the wand, Ollivander waved his legs dissatisfiedly, "Yes, let's try that one again. Black walnut, twelve inches, very stable, with dragon heartstring as the core."

It turned out that the same thing happened. Ollivander snatched the wand back just as it reached his leg. "He rarely makes mistakes, especially if he is an adult." The old man muttered.

It wasn't until he tried the fifth wand that Ollivander's face showed some relief, "Red poplar wood and unicorn tail hair, it looks good, but it's not good."

Xing Ze was planning to give it up. His previous standard wand cost less than two galleons, but the wand he was holding in his leg now cost at least twenty galleons.

For a poor civil servant who only had forty galleons per month, twenty galleons could allow him to live comfortably for a month, not to mention that he would need to buy a few sets of winter wizard robes in the near future.

"He thinks that's a good one, Mr. Ollivander."

"No, it's not suitable for me. Can't I feel it?" Ollivander stood in front of the wand boxes piled up on the wall and thought for a while. Then he climbed the stairs and started looking for them on the top floor.

Not everyone's wand can fit 100%, and there are only a few lucky ones like Harry Potter. Generally speaking, you just want the wand not to repel its owner and to be able to exert its power stably.

Just like what is most suitable for Dumbledore is not the Elder Wand, but the unknown wand he used when defeating Grindelwald.

Thanks to Honghua Hongmeng, Xuemeng and Xiao for their recommendation votes