Chapter 06: Chapter 6: , Semi-finished products

The voice was very familiar, and the frantic laughter had just ended.

A lanky body smashed into Ollivander’s shop door, and the handsome boy walked out of the shop door. His eyes were red, his body trembling slightly, and his expression was extremely excited, admiring a yew wand in his hand, standing opposite. Hoffa and Indor at the door turned a blind eye.

The air was full of violent magical energy, and Hoffa's hair was blown torn.

Looking at the boy's leaving back with lingering fears, Induo asked in a low voice, "Who is that, how come there is such a powerful magic power at this age."

Of course Hoffa knew who it was.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The future demon Lord Voldemort has already got his first assistant in his life, a powerful yew wand. No wonder the excitement was like that, but it was a pity that after having been with him for more than fifty years, that wand was still ruthlessly abandoned by him.

Shaking his head, Hoffa said to Indor, "Shall we go in together?"

Indor shook his head: "Go in by yourself. The fairy doesn't need a wand, and won't enter this kind of shop. The old guy's wand-making materials also include fairy bones. I'm afraid I will kill him if I see him."

Hoffa was dumb and had to push Ollivander's shop alone.

Just as soon as I entered.

Ding!

System, the current mystery—【London Wizarding Market】

The exploration degree reaches 50%, and the spell fragments are obtained (　1/3)

In the sea of ​​knowledge, there was a hazy fragment.

Hoffa wanted to explore the fragment, but it was completely unavailable.

He can only give up this idea and deal with the current scene instead.

In front of him, thousands of boxes were densely packed from the ground to the ceiling, and the air was full of silence and quietness.

The Ollivander Wand Shop is a family shop.

The history of making magic wands in this family can be traced back to 382 BC. The original meaning of the surname Ollivander is ---- a person who owns an olive wood magic wand. Therefore, some people, including this generation of Ollivander himself, believe that their ancestors followed the Romans to England.

The owner of this generation of Ollivander is Garrick Ollivander.

He doesn't seem to be as old as described in the book 50 years later, but a middle-aged man with good spirits.

It's just that the middle-aged man looks a little sluggish now.

Ollivander did not notice Hoffa's arrival. He still opened his mouth, standing among the scattered piles of wooden boxes, immersed in the horror just now.

Until Hoffa reached out his hand and shook it before his eyes.

"Hey, hello."

Garrick Ollivander turned his head in a spirited way, and when he saw the new client, he rubbed his face quickly. "Sorry, lost, you absolutely don't know what just happened."

Hoffa said calmly, "I know, I want to buy a magic wand."

Ollivander murmured, "Of course, I come to my shop to buy magic wands. Left hand or right hand?"

"Right hand."

"Raise your arms."

He measured the size of Hoffa, first from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, shoulder to the floor, knee to the armpit, and finally the head circumference.

As he measured it, he said: "Every Ollivander wand has super magical substances, and this is its essence. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and fire dragon heart nerves.... "

Hoffa chuckled, "Are you going to say the same thing to everyone."

The interrupted Ollivander was slightly angry.

"I'm rude boy, I'm a businessman, do you understand? A businessman!"

With that said, he quickly picked up the boxes on the ground, and then stuffed Hoffa's wands one after another.

"Holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches...No way, no way!"

"Unicorn hair, rosewood, thirteen inches...No way, no way!"

"Fire dragon's tendons, walnut, nine inches...no, still no!"

"Beech, Veela's hair, 10 inches...no, of course not, what am I thinking?"

Ollivander smashed his mouth and moved the box quickly.

The magic wands turned around in Hoffa's hands like a revolving lantern, but he felt that holding these wands was like holding an ordinary wooden stick, and nothing happened.

"Apple wood, 17 inches, no way."

"Acacia, 14 inches, no way."

"Cashier, 9 inches, no way."

"Ashwood, no way."

"Sorbus, no."

"Fir trees... No way!"

"Cedar...No way!"

"Cherry wood... No way!"

"Black Prickly Pear, oh, still not good!"

...

As time passed by, and the empty boxes under his body were piled up higher and higher, Hoffa couldn't help but yawn. If it hadn't been for the notice from Hogwarts, Hoffa would almost doubt whether he really had a gift for magic.

He glanced outside the store, and Yinduo turned around impatiently.

Finally, when Ollivander and Hoffa were both standing in the waist-deep pile of boxes, Ollivander could not run. He breathed out and asked, "Are you really a wizard? Or are you actually? It's a dumb gun."

Hoffa, who was overwhelmed by the pile of boxes, said helplessly: "Do you want to read my Hogwarts notice?"

"Uh!" Ollivander whispered annoyedly.

"How could this happen, it shouldn't be!"

This incident also went beyond Hoffa's expectations. He didn't expect that he would not match so many wands.

But to go to school you must have a magic wand.

Hoffa scratched his head and asked hesitantly, "Are there any other staff in Diagon Alley?"

This sentence pierced Ollivander's nerves, and his pale gray eyes stared.

"What? You doubt my skills! I tell you, from 100 BC until now, there has never been a wizard's wand Ollivander could not make, even Merlin has used our family's wand!"

Hoffa didn't speak, and the two stared in the pile of boxes.

The air fell into an extremely awkward silence.

Looking at each other for a while, suddenly Ollivander asked softly: "You don't seem to be English."

"Half and half, I am not sure, but my father is from China." Hoffa said.

"East?" Ollivander smashed his mouth, "So that's it, their habits are indeed different from ours."

After speaking, he waved his wand, all the boxes put away the wand and returned to their original positions.

"follow me."

Hoffa followed Ollivander to the back of the shop.

Here, piled up a lot of various materials, feathers, hair, nerves, hearts, spider legs, wood of various trees, and even a fairy skeleton. Hoffa wondered why Yinduo didn't want to come in, and it was cruel to talk about stick making.

Under the pile of materials, Ollivander bent and drew for a long time, and finally pulled out a crumpled gray box. He blew a huge amount of dust up.

The gray box became a black box.

Ollivander stood before Hoffa solemnly and opened the box.

In the box, there is a magic wand lying quietly. It is wrong to say that it is a magic wand, because there are still some branches on its body, which look a little rough, not as delicate as the magic wands outside. It's like a branch cut directly from a tree.

A magical feeling appeared in Hoffa's heart.

It is looking at me.

Hoffa realized this.

It was a bit agitated.

Hoffa stretched out his hand without hesitation and grabbed the quaint branch.

At this moment, a touch of blood connection appeared, and a kind of vicissitudes and gentle warmth flowed through his body, and the thousand years of lonely waiting almost made him almost want to cry.

Nothing happened, but Hoffa knew that this was his destined partner.

He let go of his hand, something strange happened, and the wand did not fall. It floated above Hoffa's palm.

While floating, he saw the only artificial trace on the wand.

On its tail, there is a deep notch. It was painted with slightly faded red paint.

That is a square font.

【seal】

After admiring the whole picture of this magic wand, it fell back into Hoffa's palm.

A smile appeared on Hoffa's face, and he looked at Ollivander with joy, hoping he could explain it to himself.

But Austrian Fande was full of suspicious eyes. He turned around with his hands behind his back.

"How could this be... how could this be?"

"What the **** is going on," Hoffa asked, "how much is this wand, I want it."

"money……"

Ollivander coughed: "Forget it, choose the owner of the wand, that's it. But I have to remind you that this wand is an unfinished product. If something happens, I will not be responsible."

"What?" Hoffa was surprised. "Unfinished products, what do you mean."

Ollivander whispered.

"More than 100 years ago, my grandfather Gabord Ollivander once went to India with the Queen of England’s ship. There was a very high snow-capped mountain on the border between the Qing Dynasty and India. There was a tree under the mountain, The local people call it the linden tree.

Where did my grandfather stay for a while, and when he left, an old monk gifted this branch to his grandfather, saying that it contained magical power.

My grandfather didn't feel any power, he just brought it back as a souvenir. My father didn't discover its peculiarities, nor did I.

A few years ago, I wanted to make it into a magic wand, but found that it couldn't be matched with any wand core, dragon heart, phoenix feather, unicorn hair, etc., so I kept it here all the time. "

As he said, Ollivander sighed, "I always thought that what my grandfather brought back was just a piece of wood without magic... Now it looks really strange. There is wood that can be used to cast spells without relying on magical substances..."

Hoffa was surprised: "So this product is just a branch?"

"Yes." Ollivander shrugged, "but it is my precious souvenir. If you want to buy it, you have to pay me double the price."

Hoffa...

When I walked out of Ollivander's shop, it was almost dark.

In the distance, there are red clouds of burning fire, and some wizards walking hurriedly on the road. Looking at their outfits, many of them were purchased from Diagon Alley after get off work from the Ministry of Magic.

Hoffa stood outside Ollivander's shop, looking at the bodhi branch with the word "Feng" engraved with joy.

I thought I finally had a magic wand of my own.

After spending 20 gold gallons, Hoffa got his wand. And Ollivander gave Hoffa a calf leather sleeve very "generously", which can be tied to his arm. Used for daily wand bumping and maintenance.

Indor was waiting outside and was almost falling asleep. Seeing Hoffa came out, he couldn't help cursing: "Did you kid fall in love with the old man? Going in for so long?"

Hoffa was in a good mood and didn't want to care about him. He put away his wand and patted the fairy on the shoulder.

"Well, young demon, don't be so impatient. Do you want to have a drink together."

"Drink!" Yinduo said grimly, "I'm waiting for you to come out, just want to tell you. I promised you to get the book and the magic wand before dark. Now I have done it, so our contract is over. ."

"Hey," Hoffa was taken aback, "Where are you going?"

"Where I am going, I have said that I am a fairy from Hegoland, Germany, and now I am going home." Indor said.

Germany... Hoffa was in a good mood and couldn't help but utter a little more: "Then don't get into the war."

"Why, do you think there will be war?" Induo looked at Hoffa. "These British guys don't think so. There is a word in Muggle to say, so what..."

Induo tilted his head thinking.

"Appeasement," Hoffa sighed, there is no way, everyone wants peace, even the peace in fantasy.

"Yes, it's just appeasement. You know a lot." Indor muttered, "Don't worry, I don't like war either."

After speaking, he raised his finger.

Hoffa took a step back. Is this an action to prepare to cast away?

However, there was no response. Indor looked at Hoffa with a hesitant expression.

"Hey, can you go at Kings Cross Station?"

Hoffa nodded: "I will."

"The platform is between the ninety-two platforms. You have to run all the way to get across."

Hoffa smiled. Of course he knew all these things, but he always felt strange when he said this from the goblin's mouth. Maybe this guy is not as **** as he looks.

"I see, thank you for telling me, it was a great help."

"Huh!" Induo proudly said, "You are a little clever, but you are only 11 years old after all."

"Okay, let's go back to your Heigoland Island." Hoffa said helplessly.

Indor raised his finger, but finally put it down.

Hoffa was speechless, "What are you doing again?"

The goblin did an incredible thing. He took off one of his silver earrings, and then put it in Hoffa's ear with a click. The pain caused his tears to come down.

Hoffa glared at Yinduo. "What are you doing!?"

Indor laughed loudly, "I admire the man who dares to come out to find a job at such a young age. If you want to find a job in the future, you can come to me instead of looking for Diagon Alley. There is no job here."

After speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The figure of the fairy disappeared into the air instantly.

Only Hoffa rubbed his bleeding ears and yelled in place: "Asshole!"