Witcher at Hogwarts

Ethan and Dumbledore, who had received their salaries, walked out of Gringotts and walked towards Ollivander's wand shop. When they passed a candy shop that exuded a rich creamy fragrance, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly lit up, "I Professor Sen, please wait for me for a while." After saying that, Dumbledore squeezed into the candy shop excitedly.

When he came out again, Dumbledore had a generation of dark candies in his hands, and Ethan even found that the candies were still squirming.

"Would you like one, this is my favorite candy, it's called a cockroach pile," Dumbledore enthusiastically introduced Ethan.

Ethan looked into the bag, and the candy in front of him really lived up to the name of the cockroach pile. Each candy was like a lifelike cockroach, crawling back and forth in the bag in Dumbledore's hand, looking a little scary.

"Here's one, thank you." Ethan reached out and pulled out a cockroach from the bag, and carefully observed the workmanship of the cockroach. Ethan unexpectedly discovered that this sugar cockroach would still look real after being pinched in his hand. Struggling like a cockroach, trying to escape the grasp of Ethan's fingers.

Ethan put the cockroach candy in his mouth. The cockroach candy that was alive and kicking immediately stopped as soon as he put it in his mouth. At this time, Ethan discovered that this strange looking cockroach pile tasted very good. The shell of the cockroach pile is A layer of coffee powder, and the sweet chocolate sauce bursts out when you bite into it, which is a wonderful combination in terms of taste.

"Oh my God, this tastes really good." Ethan exclaimed in surprise.

"Many people will miss this wonderful delicacy because of the terrible shape of the cockroach pile." Dumbledore sighed to Ethan.

Ethan was overwhelmed by visiting the various shops in Diagon Alley, and soon came to a dilapidated shop.

Ollivander's wand shop looked crowded, cramped, and shabby. There is a wand on display on a faded purple cushion in front of the window, and the sign on the door is peeling off, which says, "Excellent wand made since 382 BC."

Dumbledore pushed open the door and walked into the wand shop, followed by Ethan, a small shop with nothing but a bench in the corner. Thousands of long, narrow cartons of wands piled from floor to ceiling, a thin layer of dust everywhere.

"Oh my God, you are welcome, Professor Dumbledore." An old man stuck his head out of a pile of boxes. The old man's hair was slightly disheveled, and a pair of silver-white glasses looked at the two visitors who entered his store in surprise. .

"Are you here to fix the wand, Mr. Dumbledore? This gentleman, can you help?" Ollivander looked at Ethan, his eyes resting on the two long swords behind Ethan's back After a while, Ollivander has a very good memory. Even if it is a wand sold decades ago, Ollivander can recognize the wand at a glance. The owner of the wand may be passed down by the Ollivander family. talent. But Ollivander can guarantee that he has never received such a strange guest.

"I'm here to help Ethan, the new professor at Hogwarts, choose the first wand." Dumbledore looked at Ollivander and said with a smile.

"Oh, okay, it's hard to see a grown-up wizard, but Ollivander never refuses a customer." Mr. Ollivander took out a long silver tape measure from his pocket.

"But I have to correct me, Mr. Dumbledore, it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand." Ollivander said sternly.

"Professor Ethan, do you use that arm to cast spells?"

"Left hand, I hold the sword with my right hand."

Ollivander raised his glasses and looked at the two long swords behind Ethan again.

"Oh, okay, please raise your arms."

The silver tape measure began to automatically measure Ethan, from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally the tape measure measured Ethan's head circumference and flew back to Ollivander's hand.

Ethan was a little curious about the use of these measurement data. Anyway, wands are finished products, but after all, he still didn't ask.

"The combination of willow and dragon heart, twelve inches long, this is a powerful wand, try it, Mr. Eason."

Ethan took the wand and waved it lightly, and a dazzling spark flew from the tip of the wand.

"Obviously, he's not for you, Mr. Eason"

Ollivander handed Ethan a new wand, and with a flick of the same, the wand shot a beam of light and shot a hole in the opposite cabinet.

"Obviously that's not the case either," Ollivander said regretfully.

Next, Ethan tried one wand after another, but unfortunately none of them were suitable. As time passed, Ollivander's forehead was full of sweat.

It was also the third time that Dumbledore went out to buy snacks. At this time, Dumbledore was holding a bowl of strawberry-flavored ice cream sprinkled with icing sugar.

"You're such a picky guest, Mr. Ethan, Ollivander wiped the sweat from his forehead, but it's not your problem, please come with me." Ollivander motioned for Ethan to follow him, ignoring the counter. Stacked wands.

Ethan followed Ollivander into the basement of Ollivander's wand shop. The basement was very dark, and only an old oil lamp hanging on the wall could provide light. Ollivander was in a stack of wand boxes in the basement. He rummaged on the tall cabinet, the dust stirred up made him cough. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Aha, that's it." Ollivander seemed to have found something, and handed Ethan a wooden box that looked very old and was wrapped around the entire body of the box by thin wires.

It took the two of them a while to untangle the thin wire that was entangled in the box, revealing the true face of this dirty box.

Ollivander opened the box and there was a white wand lying in it, "That's right! Ollivander looked a little excited, this was a bold attempt by the ancestors of the Ollivander family, but unfortunately this wand never met. to the right host."

"The body of the staff is the bone of the ghoul's forearm, and the core of the staff is the spinal cord of the dementor." Ollivander deliberately lowered his voice when speaking of the dementor.

The moment Ethan held the wand, an indescribable feeling filled Ethan's body, as if the wand was originally his own arm, and the tip of the wand also spurted out bursts of cold air, making Ollie go. Vander sneezed.

"Haha, it's really good, it suits you very well, Mr. Ethan. This wand has been with the Ollivander family for thousands of years, and today it finally found a suitable owner." Ollivander looked very excited.

The two finally walked out of the basement and returned to the front desk. After learning that the Millennium Wand finally found the director, Dumbledore also congratulated Ollivander and Ethan.

The wand without the Hogwarts subsidy was twenty Galleons, and Ethan paid the bill happily. Ollivander was obviously very excited that the wand finally found its owner, so he actually gave Ethan another set of wand maintenance. One year of free maintenance and repair of the set and attached wand.

In the end, Ethan said goodbye to Ollivander happily, and left Ollivander's wand shop together with Dumbledore, who was holding the trash he ate while waiting for Ethan.