This Hogwarts isn't normal.

A suitable wand can not only fully exert the magic power of wizards, but also infinitely amplify the power of spells.

Vincent, who was in Ollivander's Wand Shop, tried eleven wands.

"Olivander's Wand Shop has been making fine wands since 382 BC..."

He remembered the slogan on the seriously peeling golden sign outside the shop, and doubted the professionalism of the shop.

The boxes and dust scattered on the ground were obviously the result of poor craftsmanship of the wand, which caused the tip of the wand to blow away a large amount of air when it was just held.

"Child, try this one." Ollivander said this for the twelfth time, and his silver-white eyes were still full of confidence.

Vincent, feeling nervous, held the thirteen-inch long wand made of walnut and dragon's heart nerve.

As expected, the tip of the wand shook the nearby air again.

Mag, who was well prepared, waved his hand to offset the impact that could stir up a lot of dust in the store.

Excluding the first two times, this was her tenth time to perform wandless magic.

Even Eric, who was least interested in magic, could perform this whole set of movements perfectly at this moment.

"Oh, it seems that he is an extremely picky customer!" Ollivander's expression was extremely excited.

There was even some indescribable enthusiasm in his eyes when he looked at Vincent.

"Mr. Wayne, your physique determines that a longer wand is most suitable--"

Olivander returned, holding a wrinkled box, "If even this one can't satisfy you, I think no one in the whole of Europe can make a more suitable one.

Vincent smiled awkwardly: "It doesn't matter. "

With this sentence as a guarantee, he believed that the wand in the long box in front of him would not be a defective product like the one just now.

No matter how special it is, it is not enough to have magic power without the ability to use the wand.

Vincent had a very strong premonition that the thirteenth wand would belong to him.

"Alder is the wood that is least likely to bend, and it is also the most suitable wood for wands that cast silent spells--"

Olivander carefully lifted a fifteen-inch long light gray wand from the full paper box.

"This kind of wood is very stubborn, so stubborn that even if it breaks, it will not change its original straight lines. "

This wand is thin at the front end, with some unknown strange bird carved on the bottom and its tail feathers covering the handle. It is absolutely handy for knocking on the head.

Olivander handed it over with a reluctant look on his face, "The phoenix tail feathers in the wand core are taken from an ancient phoenix in the East. "

Vincent stared at the unknown strange bird, his expression seemed a little surprised: "Is this what the phoenix looks like?"

"Yes." Ollivander's silver-white eyes were filled with nostalgia: "She is the largest phoenix I have ever seen in my life.

Her singing is so beautiful that I have never forgotten it."

Vincent didn't care that the other party used "she", a word that refers to people, to describe the phoenix.

He had a deep understanding of the strange personalities of wizards from the little impression he had.

"Come on, kid, you will make great achievements in this world with her.

Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, Vincent held it very simply.

A warm current started from the handle of the staff, circling his left hand and slowly moving upwards.

The light particles diffused from the tip of the staff were as dazzling as gorgeous fireworks.

"Wonderful!" Ollivander opened his mouth slightly: "The last time I saw such a matching combination was this morning."

Vincent, with a twitching mouth, was sure that the best wand maker in Europe must have said this to every little wizard.

"A total of six Galleons."

Gugu in his arms reached out and took out five gold coins from the purse.

He looked at Ollivander eagerly, as if hinting that his life was difficult.

"Okay, five Galleons."

McGreg, whose eyes had eased, was satisfied.

These 100 Galleons were all the savings of the Wayne family at present, and every gold coin had to be carefully calculated.

"Minerva, the lowest discount is 20%." Madam Malkin in the robe shop smiled reluctantly.

"It doesn't matter if the size is right or not, the key is that the fabric must be strong and durable--"

McGreg glanced at the wand in Vincent's hand, "Mr. Wayne, the robe only needs a simple transformation to keep it in shape."

"Thank you, Professor."

When Gugu took out three gold galleons, his two big eyes stared at Madam Malkin indignantly.

"Child, your pet is so cute."

Vincent touched Gugu, who only had his head sticking out of the purse, "It's not my pet,

It's my first friend in the magic world."

Madam Malkin took two gold galleons from Gugu's beak, "Child, you are really kind, no wonder Minerva treats you so well."

"Madam, you have good taste." Vincent winked playfully.

Such a humorous answer immediately earned two pairs of white eyes from the Waynes.

Other people's children spend money on school, but their own son not only doesn't have to spend money on school, but even earns a lot back.

Eric became more and more uneasy, and decided that he would never step into the Leaky Cauldron again next year.

He is now a well-known figure in the magic world, and breaking his oath will have a huge impact.

But when he walked into Flourish and Blotts, this decision was thrown into outer space.

"Oh, are you Mr. Wayne?"

"I am, but you..."

Several little wizards gathered around Eric, their big eyes shining brightly.

"Can you give me an autograph?"

"Of course." He raised a very bright smile.

The spread speed of news in the magical world seems to be not much different from the time before Vincent traveled through time.

"Professor, are all reporters at the Daily Prophet so efficient?"

"The paper will change based on what's going on that day."

Mag asked the clerk for a newspaper, "Look, the front page has now been changed to your father."

The content that originally praised the Ministry of Magic's new policy was moved to the Muggles who successfully challenged Gamp.

The Eric in the dynamic photo was provided by an enthusiastic wizard in the bar just as he put down the bottle and roared out his declaration to quit drinking.

""Unbelievable, this Muggle is better than all the wizards in the past three hundred years"..."

Just this sensational title gave Vincent a very bad feeling.

As an example, Mr. Potter, a well-known figure in the wizarding world, encountered campus bullying and disparity between professors in his first grade.

Although he did not dare to predict the changes brought about by these experiences after only watching the first movie, he also knew that he would definitely live an uncomfortable life in the future.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

"According to interviews, Mr. Wayne's only son is a freshman at Hogwarts this year..."

Vincent looked as if that was indeed the case.

That unscrupulous reporter actually got a moving back photo of him.

Although they were just folding napkins in a polite manner, the article exaggeratedly described the Wayne family as declining Muggle aristocrats.

"Professor, does the wizarding world have image rights?"

"Portrait rights? What does this mean?"

Vincent, who was filled with grief and despair, turned the newspaper over and said, "It's nothing, I just think the Daily Prophet is a bit weird."

He shrugged and confided his bitterness to Mag: "Forget it about the headlines, why are our family all on these big pages?"

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