The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

I probably missed the peak period when little wizards come to shop, so the rest of the trip went smoothly.

"You still have to go to the wand shop." DeWitt thought about it again and again, but still felt that he couldn't do it behind closed doors. Even if he didn't want to buy a ready-made one, he at least had to go and experience it. Looking at Mrs. White again, he asked kindly: "

Do you want to buy you a new one?"

"Is that okay?"

"Don't answer questions with questions!" DeWitt, who already had an opinion in his heart, became even more irritated by Mrs. White's rhetorical question. He said briefly and forcefully: "You only need to answer yes or no - that's it.

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After being frightened, Mrs. White timidly whispered: "...Then I want it."

"You'd better not ask for it," DeWitt grinned and sneered, and he quickly became calm again: "You missed the opportunity."

So Mrs. White said "Oh" numbly, lowered her head and led the way.

"Speak." DeWitt suddenly demanded again.

"What did you say?"

"Can't you bargain with me?" It's okay that he doesn't have much communication with Mrs. White on weekdays, but whenever something happens, no matter how big or small, DeWitt can always be quickly irritated by Mrs. White's incompetence - this is the woman.

He is always unwilling to act in the direction he expects, never resists or fights for, and sacrifices himself unconditionally. This is not good. DeWitt hopes that he can see Mrs. White taking the initiative to fight, whether it is against her husband.

, you can still fight against fate, or against his own unreasonable orders - but he obviously forgot that Mrs. White's mind is still under his control.

"However, my husband and I were beaten when we bargained for replacement parts."

"Am I your husband?"

"No, no, of course not, you are more noble than my husband."

"Ha," DeWitt sneered. Over the years, he has always remained calm in front of outsiders and controlled his emotions in the face of provocations. However, after living under Mrs. White's "care" for a long time, he often said in front of Mrs. White

Some words that are mindless and full of aggression are like rebellious children who will say bad words to their parents. But because the White family is not a perfect family, the Whites can only obey, and all major decisions are made by DeWitt.

But at the same time, he was taken care of, and he had sympathy and almost family affection for the tool-like Mrs. White, so he was always irritated by Mrs. White's cowardice: "How did you become like this?"

?It’s so sad!”

"Yes, everything you said is right."

Mrs. White's tone was serious, but DeWitt always felt that she was mocking him.

"Would you like to try another one?"

Mrs. White simply stopped talking.

When will Mrs. White get better, DeWitt thought in disappointment, overtaking Mrs. White, and now he is leading the way, while speeding up his pace to the wand shop.

The sign here reads "Ollivanders, making fine wands since 382 BC." The store is as shabby as these words, and the only thing that stands out is a wand placed on a purple mat behind the transparent window.

Magic wand.

As soon as he saw this thing, DeWitt couldn't help complaining: "It's so short and thin - who would like something the size of a toothpick?"

Entering the store, the bell behind the store door jingled. Inside, an old man with white hair and silver eyes was sorting things on the ladder. He was pulling things up and down the cabinets that reached the ceiling. The cabinets were full of things.

The long cartons one after another may have different lengths, but in DeWitt's eyes, they can't escape the level of "toothpicks".

"Ahem!" DeWitt cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me! I'm buying a wand."

The old man on the ladder turned back tremblingly, making people worried whether he would fall down. He looked at the two people below and said, "It's coming."

Fortunately, the owner of the wand shop climbed down the ladder slowly and steadily. After standing up, he smiled and said, "Are you a new student at Hogwarts? Not many people are here at this time."

"It's a new student." DeWitt didn't like the old man's attitude of knowing everything, and of course he wouldn't show it: "But it's not me who wants to buy the wand, it's my mother." He pushed Mrs. White out from behind.

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"Oh, I almost didn't recognize it," the old man's surprise was not reflected in his facial features, but directly from his silver eyes, as he said, "Is it Freya Feier?"

Mrs. White nodded and glanced at DeWitt secretly, as if a little secret was suddenly exposed. She was worried about the opinions of the people around her. After confirming that DeWitt had no expression, she whispered: "It's me, Ollivander."

Sir."

Ollivander stared into Mrs. White's eyes and frowned in confusion. He obviously encountered a problem that he couldn't understand. He asked: "You have returned to the Muggles, haven't you? What a wonderful Ravenclaw -

—I thought you would work in the Ministry of Magic, but I didn’t expect you to have children now.”

"My parents introduced me to a husband," Mrs. White explained awkwardly: "Now my surname is White."

"So," Ollivander ended the pleasantries and asked seriously: "Where is your wand?"

"...Broken."

"Ah, that's an alder wand, ten inches long. What a pity, what a pity." Ollivander did not ask why the wand was damaged, but asked DeWitt: "Mr. White, what about you?"

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With a flash in his eyes, DeWitt did not refute the title of "Mr. White" and replied: "Buy it for my mother first."

It was not difficult to choose a wand for Mrs. White. Ollivander took out a new wand, opened the box and handed it to Mrs. White, gesturing for her to try it out and saying, "It's still alder wood, but this time it's better to try the Dragon Heartstring Wand."

Core?"

Noticing DeWitt's cryptic nod, Mrs. White tentatively touched the wand. The wand immediately ran out like a little girl who saw a caterpillar, and was caught by Ollivander who stretched out his hand in panic. The old man kept holding on.

The child's mumbling: "Oh, oh, oh, it doesn't seem to work, let's try another one."

"Alder wood, unicorn hair, nine and one-half inches. Try this."

This time it worked, the tip of the wand released a faint white light, and the old formula had to work.

At this time DeWitt spoke: "Can I ask a few questions?"

Ollivander has a good temper and has no business now. He doesn't mind chatting more with the new little wizard: "Of course."

So DeWitt inquired about the material of the stick core from the material of the stick body. If Ollivander hadn't refused the question about the specific craftsmanship, DeWitt would have had to exhaust Ollivander's knowledge before leaving.

Even so, before leaving, DeWitt did not buy it for himself. Instead, he asked: "Can you buy a few more for my mother?".

Ollivander refused with a firm tone: "If you don't plan to buy one, then I'm afraid I can only sell you a wand. My principle is - a person can only have one that is most suitable for him.

The wand."

DeWitt didn't force it. He paid the money and left quickly with Mrs. White. He decided to make a magic wand himself.