Chapter 7 Magic Wand and Daily Life
Wands, tons of wands.
When Andrew stepped into the store, he was shocked by the room that was comparable to an arsenal.
'There are enough wands here to form an army of wizards...'
Although he could not estimate how many wands there were here, but just from the boxes displayed in front of him, if each box contained a completed wand, the number should start at a thousand.
While he was mentally calculating how many wands there were, a bell rang from somewhere behind the shop.
Soon, an old man came out.
"New guest," he glanced at Andrew, and then spotted Professor McGonagall behind him, and the smile on his face suddenly brightened, "Ah, Minerva, good morning, it's so nice to see you. ”
However, the greetings ended before they began. The old man seemed to forcefully change the subject, "So, a brand new wand - yes, that is essential."
"This new student at Hogwarts, I am Ollivander, what should I call you?"
"Andrew Taylor." Andrew kept smiling, "Is this how you choose my partners from these wands?"
"Of course, the best, ever loyal companion." Ollivander's smile became even brighter. It was obvious that he liked others to call the wand this way.
"Great," Andrew couldn't wait. He raised his right hand, dispersed the magic power as he had done in the orphanage several times before, and then held it in the air.
A long box twitched, then detached from the shelf, flying towards Andrew at a slow but steady speed. On the last leg of the journey, it even passed directly through the wooden box and flew directly into Andrew's hands.
He grasped the wand firmly, as if it should be in his hand, and a strange feeling came to him along the wand - as if it was not holding something, but that his arm had suddenly lengthened. Similar.
"Incredible."
Andrew admired in a low voice. He stroked the wand with his left hand, and the magic power leaked out like running water. Subconsciously, Andrew pointed the wand at the ground, and a blue light slowly poured out, and the ground instantly turned into grass. , the tender grass that just covered the feet felt soft, and it was completely impossible to see what it looked like before.
"That's perfect," Andrew said with shock on his face, "I understand what you mean now, Professor."
"Indeed," Ollivander praised, "It's so perfect. It takes about ten years to see such a matching scene..."
"Acacia wood, dragon heart nerve, eleven inches...an extremely picky combination, and an extremely powerful combination, Mr. Taylor."
"But as an old man, I still don't want you to pick your wand like this, because the other parts of the wand just don't fit you that well, and when called by the magic, they will try to attack the box that protects them... and that's not good."
Professor McGonagall also had a bit of embarrassment on her face - normal wizarding families would tell stories about choosing wands, and students from Muggle families would generally not be so familiar with trying to summon their own wands. To be precise, Children from Muggle families will not consciously develop their magic to the point where they can summon a wand.
After a hasty apology, Professor McGonagall took Andrew away - after such a thing happened, Professor McGonagall suddenly felt that this child might be able to enter Gryffindor...
This made her even more ashamed and couldn't stay any longer.
"Sorry, Professor, I thought summoning was about using magic to find the wand that best suits me."
Andrew whispered, he was really ashamed. He had read too many novels, and he took it for granted that summoning his companions was to use magic to sense the wand that best suited him. Who knew that the wand shop had to dismantle the boxes one by one for experiments?
According to Professor McGonagall’s description, he measured the roughly appropriate proportions, and then slowly unpacked and sifted through the wands that fit the range. He unpacked a bunch of packages and picked them out in an extremely poor manner. I left happily...
"It's not entirely your fault," Professor McGonagall remained calm, "Okay, it's getting late, I'm going to take you back. I'm going to visit another family in the afternoon and take them shopping in Diagon Alley."
"Okay, thank you Professor."
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After placing Andrew back in the orphanage, Professor McGonagall left in a hurry. Andrew asked about it. There were not many students recruited from the Muggle world, that is, the non-magical world explained by Professor McGonagall, but according to one person, It will take half a day's work, I'm afraid Professor McGonagall will be staying in Diagon Alley these days.
But this is not a big deal to Andrew who needs to return there - his most important problem now is that he has no money.
Yes...no money.
Even second-hand books are ridiculously expensive, which means that in the next time he will not only have to learn a little bit about the contents of the magical world, but also continue to wash out a sum of money that is enough for him to visit Diagon Alley for the second time and travel to Diagon Alley. London travel expenses.
As for earning Galleons and spending Galleons, he also needed to urgently put it on the agenda, but considering the price of reference materials, he decided to go to the second-hand bookstore again before considering whether to do it.
But these can all be put behind, even the preview textbooks and understanding of the magical world can be put behind. What he has to do now is to go back to his room and record all the questions and answers so that he can use them when looking back in the future.
"Andrew!"
While he was doing some simple calculations while carrying his things, a sound that made his tooth hurt came.
'It's over...'
'I was so excited to go out this time that I forgot to buy food...'
Sure enough, a few naughty kids with faces covered in sweat and mud came running with the sound. Andrew glanced at them to confirm that they were not crazy. Although their clothes were as shabby as ever, they were still clean and there was no deliberate intention. Signs of soiling.
"Mom said, you were taken away by a professor from some school!"
"That's right, they said you were going to be taken to boarding school!"
"It's not that they were arrested, but that they were admitted. I'm going to collect the school uniform and books this time." He raised the bag with books in his left hand, "That's it. There are some fragmentary things in it that are easy to scatter. I want Let’s go back and put down the things first, then sort out the books, and I’ll take you out to play in the afternoon.”
After thinking about it, he added, "You go and play first, and each of you will get an ice cream in the afternoon."
The generous promise stopped the child who was planning to look for food.
A series of good ones flew out, and the energetic little guys rushed away again.
"Okay, let's start organizing quickly." He shook his head with a smile and began to record the morning's conversation in sketch. After confirming that it was correct, he took out the knife and paste from the drawer - he had to go out to play in the afternoon. Change the cover of the wizarding world book you want to read.
(End of chapter)