Chapter 169 Chapter 168: The Boy Who Lived!
The wand shop is not very large.
It was as if they had entered a very strict library.
Except for a bench, there are only a few scattered pieces of furniture in the entire store. The others are towering bookshelves, but they are not filled with books but thousands of wands.
This is undoubtedly the largest arsenal in the British wizarding world.
"Good morning, some customers."
The blond boy smiled very quietly.
He has extremely brilliant golden hair, which seems to be woven with the purest sunlight, and every strand of hair shines with a dazzling luster.
Under the soft light of this early morning, his blond hair was even more dazzling, as if it had been given life and was swaying gently, as if there were countless tiny points of light dancing around.
"Have we met somewhere?" Ian felt a sense of déjà vu in this boy, and he didn't know if it was when he was wandering around Diagon Alley before.
Just when the little wizard was thinking about it.
"Maybe it was when you took this young lady and her family to have breakfast at the Miaomiao Cat Dessert Shop this morning. I also had a matcha chocolate cake in that shop."
The blond boy put down the book he was reading, which was a wizard version of a romance novel called "The Fallen Witch Falls in Love with Me". He didn't know why a little boy would like to read this kind of thing.
"Is that so?"
Ian tried his best to recall. Most of his attention was on eating. The Grangers paid for a meal, and it would be sacrilegious to go anywhere else if they were distracted.
"I remember him. This boy was sitting in the corner." Hermione suddenly answered in a cold voice. Her attention only stayed on the title of the blond boy's book for a few seconds.
Hermione used to love reading such romance novels, but now she is only interested in real magic books. The little witch thinks this is a sign that she is beginning to mature.
"I also remember meeting this young gentleman when I was using the toilet in the cake shop." Then Mr. Granger recalled speaking, and his words were immediately recognized by Mrs. Granger.
"It's hard not to notice such a beautiful child, I remember it too." The three members of the family all started to give details, which made Ian feel a little unconfident.
"Strange... I have no impression at all."
He scratched his head.
But I didn’t think too much about it.
After all, although the little blond boy does have outstanding appearance, he is still just a little boy after all. As a boy, it is reasonable for me not to pay more attention and observation.
"We will all be classmates in the future, and there is plenty of time to get to know each other. Let's choose a wand for this lady first." The little blond boy suggested with another gentle smile.
"That's right! The wand!"
Hermione was excited again.
"What a young and energetic voice. I think I have roughly determined the type of wand you should use." Ollivander began to gear up and look forward to it.
"Yes, yes, outstanding talent, competitive mentality, I think those cute little guys can't wait to test whether you have the qualifications to hold them."
This old trickster's serious and serious words immediately made Hermione feel nervous.
"Do I still need to pass the wand test?" Hermione subconsciously turned to look at her parents. After seeing the blank expressions on the faces of the two couples, she realized that her parents were as ignorant of magic as she was. . A little panicked, she immediately looked at Ian with pleading eyes.
"What are you going to call me?"
Ian spoke slowly.
He was imitating Snape's frightening tone.
"Ian...little teacher?"
Hermione was a little embarrassed and spoke in a mosquito-like voice. Since their meeting this morning, she has been repeatedly reminded by the little wizard that she needs to address him with more respect.
She said it was because when she met other students at Hogwarts by chance, she could let other students know that she had a close relationship with the little wizard, so that she would not be bullied in Hogwarts.
"It's Teacher Ian, there's no such thing as "little!" Ian doesn't exactly like bullying children. After all, he accepted a favor and promised to take care of Miss Granger in front of him at Hogwarts.
"Okay, Teacher Ian, what's going on?" Hermione didn't dare to look at Ollivander again. She could only grit her teeth and ask Ian again shamelessly.
How to say it.
This is a very typical lack of confidence.
The same is true for Hermione in the original timeline. It is precisely because of her lack of confidence that she becomes more competitive. What she fears most now is that Ollivander will judge that she is not suitable for learning magic.
"It's not a big problem. This is Mr. Ollivander embodying his craftsmanship. Don't worry, he will definitely be able to come up with a wand that suits you and let you start your wizarding journey."
Ian's point of view immediately aroused Ollivander's rebuttal.
"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Prince. This is the truth with conclusive evidence... Not everyone, like you, has the right to choose the wand rather than be chosen by the wand."
Ollivander walked up to Hermione and began to measure Hermione's physical data with a tape measure. He repeated it several times as if he wanted to correct the "wrong" concept that Ian had instilled in Hermione.
"Yes, of course, miss, your wand will choose you. It has been waiting for you for a long time, and my duty is to find it from the corner where it is hidden and give it to you."
Ollivander's old voice was filled with determination for his ideas.
However.
But he didn't expect that his grandson would jump out and tear him down.
"To put it simply, we have made a bunch of wands, and there are more wands than anyone else. There is always one that suits you." The blond boy stood up and his slightly teasing words made the atmosphere lose its seriousness.
"Lyrium, be respectful of the wand." Ollivander glanced at his grandson dissatisfied, but his words revealed that the blond boy's name should be Lyrium Ollivander.
"I'm more concerned about appeasing the wand owner's nervousness. Didn't you see that this young lady is almost dying of nervousness?" Lyrium shrugged and responded to Ollivander helplessly.
"Why don't you let me help her choose a wand?"
This little boy named Lirim feels eager to try.
"You..."
Ollivander looked hesitant.
He is very worried that his grandson will not be able to inherit his skills well in the future. Therefore, it might be a good choice to let his grandson practice his sales skills?
Anyway, as long as he makes wands that cannot be sold for hundreds of years before his death, it will probably be enough for the Ollivander family to give birth to a descendant with professional wand-making talents.
This is the thought.
Ollivander made a decision immediately.
"Okay, then you come."
He handed the tape measure to Lyrium and stood aside to watch. Perhaps because of his uneasiness, his eyes did not shift even when he reached out to grab the cup.
"Mr. Ollivander, what you are taking is your grandson's fish tank." Ian helped Ollivander change the cup in time to avoid the tragedy of several small fish being swallowed in one gulp.
"This old gentleman should be eighty years old, right?"
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Granger was quietly discussing Ollivander's age with her husband. The subtext was of course that she felt that Ollivander's reaction and eyes seemed to have deteriorated.
"Eighty years old? Hahaha, do you think I'm still such a young man?" Ollivander's ears were pretty good, and he actually smiled happily.
"..."
The two couples looked at each other and expressed that it was difficult to comment on this. What does it mean to be eighty years old or a young man? In the Muggle world, people at this age have already retired or been in a coffin for who knows how many years!
"Miss, relax, I'm choosing a wand for you now. I won't tell you about wands and wizards. The only thing you have to know is that the wand will reveal your life's destiny." Lyrium began to measure Hermione. When asked about the measurement, he actually took out his wand and used some kind of magic on the tape measure.
Immediately, the measuring tape seemed to come alive, starting from the distance from the shoulder to the fingertips, then the wrist to the elbow, the knee to the armpit and even the head circumference.
Seeing such a magical scene, Hermione and Granger were speechless. Ian also looked at the blond boy in surprise. There were not many wizards who could use magic spells so skillfully before entering school.
"The main measurement here is body proportions, not height. Even if your body grows in the future, the general structure and proportions of your body will not change much."
When Lyrium put away the measuring tape, he thoughtfully explained the function of this step. Ian had never received such a detailed explanation before when he went to old Ollivander to buy a wand.
"So, can I find a wand that suits me?" Hermione was still visibly nervous, obviously very worried about the phrase "the wand chooses the wizard".
"Of course."
After Lyrium finished speaking, he turned back to the shelf where the wands were placed.
"She may be more suitable for the dragon's nerves or heart tendons. All that's left is to determine what kind of wood material it is made of." Old Ollivander couldn't help but remind him at this time.
His vision is indeed rather vicious.
only.
"Perhaps there is a better choice?"
Lirim did not adopt it.
"What are dragon nerves? Are there really dragons in this world? Does the power of the wand come from these magical things?" Hermione started asking three questions in a row full of doubts and curiosity.
Lyrium gave the answer gently.
He was still rummaging around on the container, mumbling some fragmentary words such as "Where did I put it?" and "Has it been stolen?"
Only within his visible field of vision.
A faint beam of light shines from an ancient wooden box on the container.
"The wand core is the essence of the wand. It is the key to stabilizing and amplifying the magic effect. For our store, the most commonly used wand core materials come from unicorns, dragons, and phoenixes."
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"Of course, there are exceptions. With some experimentation and innovation, other types of wands will be born, but basically every wand of that kind can be regarded as a unique one."
Lyrium's explanation gained Ollivander's approval.
"Yes, just like Mr. Prince's one, elderberry, unicorn hair, impossible miracle." He finally seized this opportunity to show off his favorite memory.
"The Impossible Wand?"
Hermione just became confused.
A brand new wand was handed to him by Lyrium.
"This one..."
Ollivander frowned.
"Have you heard another story?"
Ian pricked up his ears, ready to start checking the plagiarism.
However.
"No, no, no, there is no story. This is just a practice work of my incompetent grandson. I can't remember how many years ago it was. Anyway, no one has taken it away in the past few years."
Ollivander's words made Ian a little disappointed.
"So, will there be a discount on the works that I have done?" This was not a question from the little wizard, but Mrs. Granger also seized the opportunity and tried to start her own bargaining mode.
Their family is indeed not short of money, but they know everything about women's happiness. Besides, the living environment of the dentist's family is not such that they can buy things with gold without blinking an eye.
"This is a completed work, and there are no flaws." Lyrium first defended his wand, and then looked at the little witch who was at a loss with the wand.
"Wave it around."
He reminded the little witch. Immediately, after understanding this, Hermione waved her wand unfamiliarly, and a warm and powerful power instantly flowed through her body. Incomparably bright flowers condensed in the air. They slowly rotated and finally dissipated, leaving the room full of wonder.
"This is...so amazing!"
Hermione felt an unprecedented connection, as if this wand was her destined partner, able to understand her every thought and amplify every ounce of her potential.
"Jiejiejiejiejie~"
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Hermione felt a strange, abstract laughter in her ears. This laughter disappeared without a trace as the vision ended, as if it was an illusion.
"This is it, Miss Granger. This wand has been waiting for you, just as you have been chosen from somewhere, and together you will write a chapter that is destined to be different."
Lyrium smiled and made his own evaluation, which was similar to the old Ollivander's words, but it could be seen that he was much more restrained, and it could be regarded as a good wish.
"What kind of wood is the wand made of? And is the core of the wand really the nerve of a dragon?" Hermione was a modern learner, and looked curiously at the connected wand in her hand.
"As our old man said, you have outstanding talents and an obvious competitive spirit, so this is a wand made of grapevine wood."
"Grapevine wands usually only choose wizards with amazing talents and lofty ambitions." Lyrium explained patiently, and then added after a pause.
"Of course, I also saw something that my old man didn't see, that is, you already have the favor of fate, and your absolute loyalty will lead you to a promising future." This call from the blond boy was indeed true. Hermione said with excitement, she had to say that when it comes to sales talk, maybe it's worth paying attention to her family background.
"So, what kind of wand core is it, little Mr. Ollivander." Ian sighed secretly, but still asked out of curiosity. There are probably several kinds of wand cores that represent loyalty.
He also learned the craft of cane making from time to time.
"Raven's tail feathers, Mr. Prince." Lyrium looked at Ian happily and smiled brightly, "The core I used in this wand is the tail feathers of a psychotic raven!"
He even deepened his tone at the end of his words, creating an emphasis, just when Ian frowned slightly and was about to ask the other party how to identify whether a bird is mentally ill.
"Seven gold galleons, thank you."
Old Ollivander had already rushed to the Grangers.
Still the same tone.
Still the same price.
"Nothing less, not a penny less. This is the price set by the Ministry of Magic. We don't make much money." He even predicted what Mrs. Granger was about to say.
"Um..."
Mrs. Granger felt Old Ollivander's firm tone and could only count out seven gold galleons with some disappointment - the gold galleons they currently held came from Ian's private exchange.
One Galleons costs a lot more pounds than Gringotts, but it is slightly lower than the black market. Gringotts can only exchange a few Galleons with Muggle coins every year.
It simply won't be enough.
"Now that I have a wand, can I start learning magic? Is it difficult to learn magic?" Hermione squeezed her wand tightly and asked Ian excitedly.
"Of course it's not difficult."
Ian gave a very positive answer.
"Or very simple."
He is a person who is willing to share, so after sorting out his thoughts, he added, "Every magic has its own color and smell."
"Just like the Patronus Charm has the taste of licorice, the Transfiguration has the taste of chocolate, the Unforgivable Curse has... well, this is something you don't need to know."
"In short, when practicing magic, as long as the smell you smell is right, your spell casting will be correct." The little wizard was really sharing his own experience.
It's just that his overly abstract expression confused Hermione.
but.
The little wizard felt that this must be because Hermione's understanding was not enough. No, as soon as he said his words, he immediately received strong approval from the blond boy Lirim.
"Yes, that's right, that's it. When you are reading a book, if you find that the color of the magic described in the book is not the color you imagined, don't hesitate to close the book immediately and go to the bookstore to return the book. Money, this can definitely be used as strong evidence that the descriptions and teachings in the books are wrong.”
"It's not that you are wrong, it's just that the writing is wrong." Lyrium's sonorous and firm answer made Ian feel that he had finally met a like-minded person.
He had never taught any young wizard this method of learning magic, so he was already a little unconfident. Unexpectedly, the facts now proved that his theory was indeed correct.
There are really other little wizards who can learn it.
The one with the problem is definitely not him.
"Huh?"
Hermione felt more and more confused the more she listened.
"Is that so?"
She was a little unsure whether she had never been exposed to magic books, so she could not understand this feeling. Maybe she could only understand this feeling after being exposed to magic books?
"Nothing wrong!"
"Of course it is."
The two little boys answered in unison.
Hermione felt more and more that maybe this was the normal state of wizards.
"Okay, I remember."
Of course she won't learn from it.
only.
The question that troubled a future legendary witch for almost a lifetime was born.
"Ding Ding Dong~"
Just when Hermione seemed to understand something, and was memorizing it over and over in her mind, suddenly, the wind chime in the direction of the door suddenly made a crisp sound.
"Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop."
Old Ollivander rushed out almost reflexively.
I saw that as a somewhat embarrassed little boy was gently pushed in first, a burly or huge figure began to squeeze into the door.
The door frame, which was not too narrow, seemed to be very unfriendly to this huge and strong man. He almost used all his strength to squeeze his body into the store.
"Oh my God!"
Both Granger and his wife were shocked.
"Giant... giant!"
Hermione also looked a little pale and took several steps back.
"It's not a giant, it's a hybrid giant." The huge man laughed, not annoyed, but corrected Hermione's wording, and looked at Ian in the shop.
"I didn't expect to meet you here, little Ian." The hybrid giant was naturally Hagrid. He was very happy to see Ian and came up to give Ian a big hug.
certainly.
It looked like he was going to throw Ian out.
"I didn't expect to meet you here, Professor Hagrid." Ian's legs were like sculls in the air, and he was picked up for a while before touching the ground again.
"I'm bringing the little wizard here to buy something. It's Dumbledore's commission. Of course, I also have my own selfish motives in it." Hagrid responded as unguarded as ever.
"It seems the same for you?"
He looked at Hermione who had already purchased a wand.
"This is a paid commission from Mr. Granger. They don't understand the wizarding world, and their child, Miss Hermione Granger, will attend Hogwarts this year."
Ian gave Hagrid an introduction.
"You are so lucky."
Hagrid said to the Grangers, "Little Ian is very popular in school. With his help, your children will definitely integrate into Hogwarts very quickly."
His words immediately made the Grangers happy.
It seems that the little wizard I met at home really wasn't bragging before.
"That's exactly what we want to see, and we hope you can take more care of our Hermione." Mr. Granger's reply seemed quite appropriate and sincere.
He noticed what Ian called this huge man.
"Of course it's no problem! Little Ian's friends are my friends! This little girl can come to me anytime when she needs help! In fact, as long as she says she is Ian's friend, no one in the school will bully her." Hai Ge immediately responded with a laugh and patted his chest.
His words once again made the Grangers feel a little bit of the value of the little wizard's self-proclaimed "little emperor".
turn out to be.
What a big school bully.
"Is this classmate the new student you will serve as your guide this year?" Ian noticed something was wrong with the Granger couple's eyes. He immediately looked at the little boy wearing glasses and started asking questions knowingly. This is a boy who looks even more reserved than Hermione, with thick glasses, very messy hair, and a lightning scar on his forehead.
His identity is definitely known to everyone in the wizarding world. Ian guessed that the reason why Lupine stayed in the hotel and did not come to Diagon Alley was because he knew that Harry Potter would also come today.
And he hasn't figured out how to face this orphan of his best friend.
"Yes, that's right, he is the boy who survived and defeated Voldemort, Harry Potter." Hagrid immediately pulled Harry to him and introduced him.
His voice was full of joy, and after introducing Harry, he took the initiative to introduce Ian to Harry, "This is Ian, the talented little wizard who made a group of boys and girls survive."
This sounds so weird.
Harry Potter's eyes became frightened.
"..."
Ian was even more speechless.
Fortunately, Hagrid realized in time that his expression was somewhat ambiguous.
"That, actually what I mean is that he is a little hero. He defeated a dark wizard who sneaked into the school and saved everyone. He will soon be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin."
Hagrid stammered a bit as he explained. He knew things that many people knew, but only a few people knew about Voldemort's identity.
What most people know is that the person Ian defeated was the person most loyal to Voldemort.
Um.
That's true.
"You are so awesome!"
Harry Potter let out a dumbfounded sigh. He began to feel inferior to himself. Others were a little older than him, but no matter how he looked at them, they were much better than him.
Even his appearance is so outstanding... Perhaps this is the savior that the wizarding world should pursue, not himself - he has already experienced his fame in the bar outside.
That's why.
The boy who survived the catastrophe felt more and more that his name was in vain.
"Just average, Hogwarts is third." Ian honestly judged his own level, while Hermione and Mrs. Granger did not react too strongly to Harry Potter.
After all, the elder and the younger had just come into contact with the magic world today, and they didn't know much about the history of magic or the legend of Harry Potter. This made Harry Potter feel less panicked.
certainly.
This relief did not last long.
"Sure enough, it's you! I've recognized you since you came in!" Old Ollivander's sudden reaction immediately made Harry Potter feel at a loss again.
"Hello...Hello."
He could only say hello politely.
"I always thought I would see you soon, Harry Potter. Your eyes are exactly like your mother's, and it seems like yesterday that she came here to buy a wand.
The wand she bought was ten and a quarter inches long and made of very beautiful cypress wood. It was an excellent wand. And your father likes a wand made of peach wood, eleven inches long, which will be very powerful in the transformation spell. "Old Ollivander may not have shown enough of his memory.
After he finished speaking to Harry Potter, he looked at Hagrid again.
"Belu Hagrid, I didn't expect that you would bring him shopping. This is so happy. You are a big oak, sixteen inches long, right!"
"That wand really stuck in my memory."
Old Ollivander showed a recalling expression.
"Yes, that is a very, very excellent wand." Hagrid also sighed, and his words made Old Ollivander sigh heavily.
"But I think they have destroyed your wand. What a bad Ministry of Magic." Ollivander showed regret for the wand and was slightly dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic's handling of it.
"Well, of course, they've all broken it, and repairs can't fix it." Hagrid's eyes were a little dodgey, and the expression on his face was a little stiff.
"But I assume you still have it?"
Ollivander looked at Hagrid with bright eyes.
Hagrid didn't dare to look at him at all. "I found a... suitable home for it." Hagrid tried to hint to the other party that he had buried the wand, but his thugs kept holding tightly to a broken pink umbrella.
"That's good."
Ollivander's eyes stayed on the broken umbrella for a moment and did not continue to ask.
He looked at Harry Potter again.
"I'm very sad. The wand I sold hurt you, your family, and many innocent people." The old man's eyes stayed on Harry Potter's forehead.
"Thirteen and a half inches, a very powerful wand, very powerful, but I gave it to the wrong owner... If I had known that wand was going to do this..."
There was a somewhat regretful look on his face.
Harry Potter didn't know how to respond after hearing this, but the Grangers immediately became a little confused. They seemed to have heard evidence that the wizarding world was very dangerous.
"Isn't it illegal for wizards to kill people?"
Mrs. Granger looked at Ian with a horrified expression.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
"Of course not."
Ian first looked at Harry Potter, then at the blond boy Lyrium who was sitting back reading, then he pulled the two people, one big and one small, towards the outside of the wand shop.
"The specific situation will be explained to you later."
It was obviously not a suitable thing to mention Voldemort and the crimes Voldemort had committed in front of the victims' families, so Ian lowered his voice as much as possible.
He is somewhat interested in the remnant soul in Harry Potter's forehead, but he will have more time to deal with it later, so he is not in a hurry to study Harry Potter's head now.
"Are you ready to leave?"
Old Ollivander suddenly turned his head again at this time. He had probably observed the Grangers' wallets before, so he started to promote the product with some enthusiasm.
"Just because you bought a wand doesn't mean it doesn't need maintenance. It's a very precious thing, so maybe you need a wand maintenance kit."
"The latest technology and the latest products can keep the wand young and usable forever. The original price of the kit was five gold galleons, but now you only need to pay three gold galleons during the start of school."
I have to say.
There's a reason why Ian is thinking about Ollivander's Wand Shop.
His sales pitch was too far ahead of his time.
Quite Muggle-like.
"Um..."
While Mr. Granger was still hesitating.
"What? A new maintenance package? Are they still on sale at a discount? Me! Give me a set!" Hagrid immediately jumped up from the bench with a very excited voice.
He is really not short of money.
Just this behavior.
"..."
Not only did Ian feel quite speechless.
Even the Grangers, who knew nothing about the wizarding world, felt something was wrong.
"He must still have his wand."
Hermione whispered very quietly next to Ian.
It has to be said that Hagrid really can't act and doesn't know how to keep secrets. Even a child can see the problem, which really exposes the secret that he thought was well kept.
"Okay!"
I am afraid that only old Ollivander knows how to play dumb. Without asking, he took out a lot of maintenance kits, and then started selling Amway and Hagrid one by one.
……
What is the first thing a child wants to buy when entering the wizarding world?
For Harry Potter, it might be a wand, for Tom Riddle, it's a powerful wand, and for Hermione Granger, she actually prefers a magic book.
It was only because Ian was leading the way that she gave priority to purchasing the wand. When Ian took him to Flourish and Blotts, the little witch showed more excitement than when he entered the wand shop.
Flourish and Blotts Bookstore is the largest bookstore in Diagon Alley, but unfortunately it does not belong to Ian's property. Ian cannot get the landlord's discount. The entire vast store is filled with all kinds of books.
certainly.
Except for the annual textbook rush and the best-selling novels that don't have much substance, most of the books here may not sell for decades.
Especially the books placed on the bookshelf at the back. According to the bookstore owner who is several decades older, those books were already placed on the bookshelf at the back when her mother took over the place.
really.
Ian flipped through it with the intention of hunting for treasures. Almost all of them were history books that had not been updated for many years. They had no magic power, and the stories recorded had long since become a thing of the past.
In comparison.
Current affairs news like the Daily Prophet is most wizards' favorite "history."
"This! This! This!"
She almost wished she could move the entire bookstore back to her home. Of course, the Grangers knew their daughter's character well and were screening the books he selected.
"I also want to buy some textbooks for this year."
Ian stood in front of the bookshelf in the front row and took out the second grade book list. In addition to the most basic "Standard Spells: Level 2", they also had many new textbooks this year.
"History of Magic: Medieval Times"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts: An In-depth Analysis"
"Basics of Magic Potion and Preparation·Advanced Chapter"
"Fantastic Creatures and Where to Find Them·New Discovery"
"History of Magic: Medieval Times"
……
These are all new teaching materials that need to be added this year. In addition, Ian feels that he has been hit by the [plot curse]. Professor "Lockhart" actually added a few necessary books to the book list that he feels are meaningless. Prepare books.
"The Magical Dumbledore"
"Traveling with Dumbledore"
……
There are six or seven works that Ian has never heard of. They were all written by Professor "Lockhart" throughout the last year. It is really hard to imagine that these books can actually become study materials.
Some shopping.
Ian bought all the books he needed, and when he walked towards Hermione, this little witch who was thirsty for knowledge had already selected more than sixty books that had nothing to do with the textbooks.
The Grangers didn't stop them. After all, the elite education papers were for extra study, and they didn't have any financial pressure. After all, they could exchange the currency of the magical world from the little wizard.
"You can buy both "Ten Centuries of Important Magical Progress" and "Geniuses of the Nineteenth Century", especially the book "Geniuses of the Nineteenth Century" which was just updated this year."
"It has already included my name in it. I think this is the textbook that Hogwarts needs." Ian was also recommending some books to Hermione.
How to say it.
Very professional books are rarely available in bookstores like this, and you can also buy some basic learning books. Those advanced knowledge are either in the hands of major families or in Knockturn Alley.
"I also recommend you to buy a copy of "Hogwarts: A School History", for no other reason than to get the picture right... Damn, put down that meaningless book in your hand!"
Ian originally wanted to guide Hermione back to her old ways. However, when he saw Hermione's lack of interest in "Hogwarts: A School History", he instead picked up a copy of "Human Weakness: The Secret of Prince". 》 time.
He admits.
My mentality was a bit broken.
"I think this book is also the work of Gilderoy Lockhart. We have many of his works in our book list." Hermione looked at the book taken away by Ian with some confusion.
"Is this a book for you?"
Not only does she kill people, she also kills people.
"..."
Ian was helpless.
"It's some slander, persecution, and...nonsense!" Ian put "Human Weakness: The Secret of Prince" back into its original place and "Hogwarts: A School History" on Hermione hands.
"This is a work that serious people should read."
The little wizard emphasized.
Hermione was a little confused, holding the book that was thrust into her hands.
Until the parents check out and leave.
She couldn't figure out why Ian's reaction was so great - as the saying goes, the more something you can't get, the more you desire it. Hermione's heart aroused a strong interest in "Human Weakness: The Secret of Prince".
People were coming and going on the streets.
It is filled with young wizards who come to Diagon Alley for shopping.
Ian saw a few familiar people.
They are all avoiding him.
You don't have to guess which college you are from. Amid the cries of a group of various dolls and statues, Ian took Hermione and Granger to the place where they purchased potion materials.
Hermione was immediately attracted again and began to purchase happily. Her parents have been following her, fearing that she might encounter some danger in this store.
no way.
Who made Hermione almost have her head bitten off by a book when she was in the bookstore? The Grangers really couldn't figure out why books with teeth sharper than crocodiles were openly sold in bookstores.
"Good morning, ma'am."
Ian came to the front desk.
"Is there anything I can do to help you? Sir."
The freckled girl at the front desk of the potion shop smiled from the bottom of her heart to Ian. She always had a better service attitude towards the outstanding-looking little wizard.
"I want to sell some potions at your place."
Ian brought up his idea.
"Huh?"
The freckled girl obviously did not expect to encounter such a situation. However, she immediately came back to her senses after being stunned for a moment and responded to the little wizard in a regretful voice.
"Sorry, we have specialized suppliers here and generally do not accept products from other places." The freckled girl's answer did not surprise Ian.
He already knew this.
but.
"My name is Ian Prince, the Prince of the Prince family. My uncle is Severus Snape. My potions are all prepared under his professional supervision."
Ian has long understood the value of the Prince family in the potion world.
No.
The freckled girl immediately showed a shocked expression when she heard this.
"You...are you the Guardian of Hogwarts?" She was obviously also paying attention to the recent news in the wizarding world, and Lao Dengtou and Grindelwald also publicized this quite comprehensively.
"Shouldn't our focus be on my potion?"
Ian blinked.
The freckled girl immediately felt a little embarrassed.
"Sorry."
She looked towards the back room.
"I have to inform my boss."
Said.
The clerk immediately trotted into the back room of the store, and a few minutes later, she walked out with a mature woman who looked rich and armed with missiles.
"Hello, Mr. Prince, my name is Luo An Lillie. I heard that you want to sell us some magic potions?" the female boss asked cautiously.
"That's right."
Ian didn't waste any time and directly took out the too many potions he had stored. There weren't any illegal potions, they were potions that were usually used to practice proficiency but had no practical use.
"What excellent quality... They are indeed of much higher quality than the medicines provided by our suppliers. Are these the results of your usual preparation?"
The female boss, Luo An Lillie, couldn't help but praise her after checking the potion. When she saw the little wizard nodding, she also sighed sincerely, her tone full of emotion.
"You are indeed...a descendant of the Prince family. I bet you are a rare genius in the history of your family. Maybe you will surpass your master uncle in the future."
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Luo An Lillie was not shy about praising the little wizard.
The little wizard is very useful.
"So, can I sell it to you?"
Of course, this is Ian's biggest concern.
Faced with Ian's questioning again.
Luo An Lilivi also smiled softly.
"Except for the works of long-established masters and experts, even if we encounter some relatively excellent potions, in principle we will not choose to acquire them."
"But...who let the principle be in your hands."
Luo An Lilivi's words obviously mean that this deal can be established.
"Principles are the golden signature of our Prince family?"
Ian mused.
only.
His guess made Luo An Lillie shake her head.
"No, the principle is the land deed in your hand..." The female boss said a reply that made the little wizard a little stunned. He quickly took out a bunch of keys from his waist and looked at it.
"So there is still your family."
This may be the charterer's troubles.
When he came to Diagon Alley to "check", he actually missed a few properties.
"Don't worry, we will definitely give you the highest purchase price, but we just don't know how many copies of these potions you want to sell?" Behind Luo An Liliwei is obviously a certain Holy Family.
"So many?"
Ian held up five fingers.
"Five pints?"
Luo An Lilivi made a guess.
The little wizard shook his head.
"Fifty pints?"
She was a little startled.
"It's fifty kilograms, ma'am." The little wizard took out a few large buckets that were so unexpected that Luo An Lillie and the freckled girl's eyes nearly dropped in shock.
……
When Hermione had purchased the necessary supplies.
Ian has also completed a large transaction.
He got rid of some useless inventory.
In exchange for a large box full of gold coins.
"Maybe I should go to Gringotts and open an account." Ian thought about the gold galleons he carried with him. Even if he had the magic to reduce the weight, it was still a big burden.
"Then let's go see the wizards' bank and exchange our share for this year." Mrs. Granger is obviously a person who knows how to live a good life.
There's nothing wrong with that.
You would be a fool not to enjoy the benefits.
The exchange ratio of the Ministry of Magic's Muggle freshman policy is quite cost-effective. On the way to Gringotts with a group of people, Ian also educated Hermione and Mrs. Granger about Voldemort and the Potter family.
"He actually defeated a big devil at such a young age!"
Hermione looked shocked.
Recalling her meeting with the boy just now, she had no idea that he was such a powerful character, that he was already powerful enough to fight against evil demons when he was still a baby.
"That child is a poor person." Mrs. Granger did not care about the savior's story, but felt a little sad because of the tragedy of Harry Potter's family.
"A mustache in the wizarding world? Fortunately, the dark ages are over!"
She was also a little scared.
If her daughter had lived in that era, she would never let Hermione learn magic.
"I think the Dark Lord is more like the leader of a terrorist organization than a leader." Mr. Granger's views are completely consistent with those of Ian and a small number of sober people. Although he is only a Muggle, many things in the Muggle world and the wizarding world have in common.
While several people were talking around Voldemort.
Gringotts has arrived.
It is located in the center of the entire Diagon Alley commercial center. It is a slightly old but very, very tall building. It definitely looks much more majestic than the low-rise shops around it.
It is a bank after all.
No matter where in the world banks are, the most indispensable thing is magnificent buildings.
In front of some shiny bronze doors, there were two goblins standing with alert expressions. Their unique appearance immediately made Hermione and her parents feel surprised and scared.
"Is this property also under your name?"
Hermione might have heard the conversation between Ian and the female boss when she was in the pharmacy just now.
"I wish they were my real estate, but they only belong to the goblins here." Ian sighed with regret, not understanding why the wizards would hand over the bank to the defeated.
"Someone is here again."
The goblin at the door was bowing mechanically.
Not even looking up.
It can be seen that there is some reluctance.
Ian, Hermione, and the Grangers walked into Gringotts and passed through the second silver door. Immediately, a rather conspicuous warning slogan came into their eyes.
"Come in, stranger, but be careful what will happen if you are greedy; asking blindly and getting something for nothing will be severely punished; so if you want to take a piece of wealth that has never been yours from our underground treasury, Thief, you have been warned, beware not of treasure but of evil.”
These slogans are all in Old English.
Everyone present was a top student.
So there is no difficulty in reading it. Entering the back room, more goblins came into view. One after another, the little goblins were busy behind the rows of counters.
They were either weighing gold coins with scales or appraising jewelry with eyepieces. All the fairies were meticulous, as if they were afraid of suffering any losses due to negligence.
That's the kind of race they are.
The light of gold coins and jewelry almost illuminated the entire lobby in a golden color.
“The presentation here is quite good.”
Mr. Granger felt that he had finally found something that the wizarding world had seen. And just when he was about to continue his evaluation, a goblin wearing earrings came up to him.
"Need to save money? I smell gold galleons?"
It may have given itself a dog nose transplant.
"They exchange the share of gold coins for new students at Hogwarts, and I want to open a warehouse. Yes, I have a lot of gold coins." Ian shook his gold coin box vigorously.
The Earring Fairy immediately beamed and smiled.
"Okay, okay, please come over here. By the way, my name is Sling Ring. You can always ask me to deposit gold coins in the future." It immediately took Ian, Hermione and Mrs. Granger to the counter.
"Open a warehouse for this gentleman! He wants to save money!"
Goblin Ring said to another goblin with a chicken hair style in front of the counter. Next to them, Hermione and her parents were still a little afraid of these strange-looking creatures.
"No problem!"
As soon as he heard that it was about saving money, the goblin with chicken hair immediately became energetic.
"What's your name?"
It took out a pamphlet and planned to register.
"Ian Prince."
The little wizard spoke uneasily.
He suspected that these goblins' anti-theft methods might not be very good. Isn't this method of account opening and registration afraid of impostors? Or is it that the key corresponding to the warehouse is an anti-theft method?
"Ian...Prince, okay."
The goblin registered.
Then.
He started to copy the little wizard's face - he quickly painted on the booklet with a paintbrush, and then he would look up from time to time to take a look at Ian's face.
It is precisely for this reason.
The more the leprechaun draws, the slower the movements of his hands become.
"You..."
It seemed to have encountered some kind of problem. After staring at Ian for a long time, it put on a pair of reading glasses, crawled over from the table and got in front of Ian to observe carefully.
"Hiss~"
suddenly.
The goblin seemed to be having a fit.
Covered his face.
The expression was unusual...horrified.
"It's him! It's him! Supreme Mage Medivh!"
A scream of fear.
It almost filled the little wizard's eardrums.
(End of chapter)