The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Her surname is Granger, her profession is a dentist, her daughter is at Hogwarts, a sophomore...

Jon is not a fool, and can naturally guess who his daughter is.

However, since he had decided to keep a distance from the protagonist trio, Jon voluntarily gave up the opportunity to get to know each other in advance.

Whether it's Miss Watsons or Miss Negro, what does it have to do with yourself? Before you really control a certain amount of magic, let's be very cowardly!

...

Leaving Eric and Dr. Granger, Jon stood in front of a low, shabby shop.

The gold lettering on the door had been peeled off, and it read: "Olivander: Well-crafted wands since 382 B.C."

Walking into the store, the space inside is not very big. Jon sat on the reclining chair in the middle of the store. Looking up, there are almost thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes on the ceiling, which are clearly visible.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.

"Hello!" Jon quickly stood up and saw the thin old man who suddenly appeared behind him: "Are you Mr. Ollivander?"

"Yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Jon Hart, it's no problem." The thin old man said mysteriously: "You look almost like your father. Back then He came here to buy his first wand, and it was like yesterday..."

Ollivander froze suddenly.

Jon was also stunned.

He said weakly: "Mr. Ollivander, if I remember correctly, my father should not be a wizard!"

"Um... so..." Ollivander stammered, then he quickly took out a piece of parchment from his robe, glanced at it, and quickly put it back.

At this moment, Jon squinted at the parchment, which seemed to have a list of names written on it, and the names of relatives and their wands on the back...

"It seems that I read it wrong, oh no, I remember it wrong..." Ollivander coughed twice in embarrassment: "Um, um, Mr. Hart, which hand are you good at?"

"Oh, I'm used to using my right hand."

Probably because of the awkward scene just now, Ollivander was almost silent during the measurement.

Nothing like "wands choose wizards" or "I remember every wand sold".

"Mr. Hart, try this one, made of ebony and snake nerve, nine inches long." After a quick measurement, he pulled one out of the cardboard boxes on the ceiling and took out the wand inside.

Jon picked up the short wand, but nothing happened.

The chance of getting hit in one shot doesn't seem to be great.

"Maybe try this one, maple, phoenix feather, eleven inches long."

...

After about an hour.

Jon felt a little sore in his hand and could barely lift it.

He tried the wand Ollivander handed him at a rate of one in ten seconds. Thousands of cardboard boxes piled up beside him and Ollivander.

What's more, the cardboard box of Shangcun on the ceiling seems to be running out.

"Such a picky customer is amazing and difficult..." Ollivander's face seemed quite excited.

"This one... ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long. A remarkable combination!"

Ollivander handed over the wand eagerly, and Jon waved it, but there was still no response.

At this moment, Jon even thought that Professor McGonagall had made a mistake, that he was not a wizard at all... Otherwise, why would he choose the right wand for an hour!

"It's more difficult than I thought!" Ollivander seemed to be lost in thought, and suddenly he seemed to realize: "Wait a moment, Mr. Hart!"

Then, he suddenly disappeared.

Jon was able to sit back in his chair and relax his arms.

Three minutes later, Ollivander reappeared with a dusty cardboard box in his hand.

"You can try this one, Mr. Hart..." He carefully opened the carton and took out a strange-looking wand.

Jon took it, smooth and different to the touch of other wands; and on this hot day, there was a faint chill on the wand.

Before I had time, I heard a whistling sound, and then I saw a red light. The head of the wand was like a firework with gold stars, and the beating light spots were thrown on the four walls...

"Oh, great! Great!" Ollivander almost exclaimed.

"Oh?" Jon's eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be that his wand, like the protagonist's wand, had an extraordinary birth?

Like having a brotherly relationship with a powerful wizard's wand?

A unicorn with two hairs, one made into Dumbledore's wand and one made into this one?

Forget it, Dumbledore is a fucking gay, kinda disgusting; Newt Scamander is good, so is Nick LeMay...

Just when Jon was thinking about it, Ollivander sentenced his thoughts to death in one sentence:

"Actually, this wand is not my work!"

"Huh?" Jon opened his mouth wide.

"He came from a wandmaker from China, and Chinese wizards are used to calling wandmakers 'wandmakers'!"

"It was almost 20 years ago. The Chinese staff maker tried to escape and came to London at that time... I met him, and we exchanged experiences about making sticks for a while..."

"Fleeing to London?" Jon suddenly noticed something.

However, Ollivander didn't seem to want to discuss the history of magic in China, but pulled out a piece of cloth that was many years old from a cardboard box.

"I found... it's made of green bamboo, thirteen inches, with iron-eating beast hair inside." Ollivander looked at the cloth and read: "No wonder it's so smooth, it turned out to be green bamboo."

"Iron Eater?" Jon felt that the name was a little familiar.

"A kind of magical animal living in China, I think Newt Scamander should have recorded it... It is a bit like a bear, and its body color is black and white; It's easy to charm wizards and Muggles, especially women, to caress them and provide food..."

Ollivander said casually: "The hair of the iron-eating beast is the essence of magic commonly used by Chinese wandmakers to make wands. They believe that the iron-eating beast has stronger and purer magic than the unicorn, although I have reservations about this. manner!"

He had packed Jon's wand into a U-shaped box and wrapped it in brown paper.

"The price is eight Galleons, Mr. Hart."