Chapter 6

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

A tall and thin man knocked open the door of Ollivander's shop. The handsome boy walked out of the shop. His eyes were red and his body was shaking slightly. He looked excited and appreciated a purple wood wand in his hand. He completely ignored Hoffa and ENDOR standing at the door.

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

Looking at the boy's back, indor asked in a low voice, "who is that? How can he have such powerful magic power at this age?"

Hoffa certainly knows who it is.

Tom mavolo Riddell.

Voldemort, the great demon of the future, has got his first assistant in his life, the powerful purple wood wand. No wonder he was so excited. It's a pity that the wand was still abandoned by him after he had been with him for more than 50 years.

Shaking his head, Hoffa said to Endor, "shall we go in together?"

Indor shook his head: "you go in yourself. The goblin doesn't need a magic wand and won't go into this kind of shop. The material of this old guy's staff also includes the bones of goblins. I'm afraid I'll kill him when I see him. "

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

It's the moment you go in.

Ding!

System, the current secret place - [London wizard market]

the degree of exploration has reached 50%, and the magic fragments (13)

in the sea of knowledge, there is a hazy fragment.

Hoffa wanted to explore the fragment, but it was not available at all.

He had to give up the idea and deal with the current situation instead.

In front of him, thousands of boxes piled up from the ground to the ceiling, and the air was full of silence and silence.

Ollivander's wand store is a family store.

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

The owner of this generation of Olivander shops is Gary Olivander.

He doesn't look as old as he looks in the book 50 years later, but a middle-aged man in high spirits.

It's just that the middle-aged man is a little dull now.

Ollivander didn't notice Hoffa's arrival. He was still standing in the pile of scattered wooden boxes with his mouth open, immersed in the shock.

Until Hoffa reached out and shook his hand in front of him.

"Hey, hello."

Garrick ollivande just turned around. When he saw the new client, he quickly rubbed his face. "I'm sorry to be absent-minded. You have no idea what just happened."

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

Ollivander muttered: "of course, people come to my shop to buy magic wands. Left hand or right hand? "

"Right hand."

"Put your arms up."

He measured Hoffa from shoulder to fingertip, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally head circumference.

As he measured, he said: "every Ollivander wand has super magic substance, which is the essence of it. We use Unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and fire dragon's heart nerves "

Hoffa chuckles:" do you have to say the same thing to everyone? "

Ollivander, who was interrupted, was slightly annoyed.

"Rude boy, I'm a businessman, you know? Business man

With that, he picked up the boxes on the ground quickly, and then put one wand after another into Hoffa's hand.

"Winterwood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches No, no

"Unicorn hair, rosewood, thirteen inches No, no

"The tendons of fire dragon, walnut, nine inches No, still no! "

"Beech, MEVA's hair, 10 inches No, of course not. What do I think? "

Ollivander broke his mouth and moved the box quickly.

One wand after another was in Hoffa's hand like a lantern, but he felt like he was holding these wands just like holding an ordinary wooden bar, and nothing happened.

"Apple wood, 17 inches, no way."

"Acacia, 14 inches, no way."

"Cypress, nine inches, no way."

"Ash, no way."

"Sorbus, no way."

"Fir . no way

"Cedar . no way

"Cherry wood . no way

"Black thorn pear wood, oh, still can't!"

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As time went by, the empty boxes under his body piled higher and higher, and Hoffa couldn't help yawning. If he had not received the notice from Hogwarts, Hoffa would have doubted whether he really had magic talent.He took a look outside the shop, and indor turned around impatiently.

Finally, when Olivander and Hoffa were standing in the waist deep box pile, Olivander could not run. He gasped and asked, "are you really a wizard? Or are you a squib

"Do you want to see my notice from Hogwarts?" Hoffa said helplessly

"Eh!" Ollivander let out a little angry cry.

"How can this happen? It shouldn't be!"

This incident was beyond Hoffa's expectation. He didn't expect that he would not match so many magic wands.

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

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

This remark pierced Ollivander's nerves, and his pale gray eyes glared.

"What? You doubt my technology! I tell you, from 100 B.C. until now, there has never been a wizard's wand. Ollivander can't make it. Even Merlin has used our family's wand! "

Hoffa didn't speak. They were staring in the box.

The air fell into an awkward silence.

After looking at each other for a while, Ollivander asked softly, "you don't seem to be English."

"Half and half, I don't know, but my father is Chinese." Hoffa said.

"East?" Ollivander smashed his mouth, "so it is. Their habits are really different from ours."

With that, he waved his wand, all the boxes put away the wand and returned to the original position.

"Come with me."

Hoffa followed ollivand to the back of the shop.

Here, there are many kinds of materials, feathers, hair, nerves, hearts, spider legs, wood of all kinds of trees, and even a skeleton of goblins. Hoffa thought that no wonder Yinduo didn't want to come in. It was cruel to make staff.

At the bottom of the pile of materials, Ollivander stooped for a long time and finally pulled out a wrinkled ash box. When he blows, a huge amount of dust rises.

The gray box became a black box.

Ollivander stood in front of Hoffa with a solemn look and opened the box.

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

A magical feeling appeared in Hoffa's mind.

It's looking at me.

Hoffa realized that.

It's a little excited.

Hoffa held out his hand without hesitation and grasped the simple branch.

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

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

He let go of his hand. Something strange happened. The wand didn't fall. It floated over Hoffa's hand.

Floating, he saw the only artificial trace on the wand.

At the end of it, there's a deep notch. It was painted with a little faded red paint.

It's a square font.

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after appreciating the whole picture of the wand, it fell back into Hoffa's hand.

Hoffa had a smile on his face, and he looked at Ollivander with joy, hoping he could explain it to himself.

But Olympian van der was full of suspicion. He turned his hands around.

"How could that be How could that be? "

"What's the matter," Hoffa asked. "How much is this wand? I'll take it."

"Money..."

Ollivander coughed: "come on, the wand chooses its owner. That's it. But I have to remind you that this wand is an unfinished product. If anything happens, I'm not responsible. "

"What?" Hoffa was surprised, "unfinished product, what do you mean?"

Ollivander said.

"More than 100 years ago, my grandfather Gabriel Olivander once traveled to India with the British Queen's boat. There was a very high snow mountain on the border between the Qing Dynasty and India. There is a tree at the foot of the mountain. The local people call it the bodhi tree.

My grandfather stayed there for a while. When he left, an old monk gave this branch to him, 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 find anything special about it, neither did I.

A few years ago, I wanted to make it into a magic wand, but I found that it could not match with any wand core, such as dragon heart, phoenix feather, unicorn hair, so I kept it here all the time. "With that, Ollivander sighed, "I always thought that what my grandfather brought back was just a piece of wood without magic Now it seems really strange that there is wood that can cast magic without magic material "

Hoffa was surprised and said," so this is a branch? "

"That's right." Ollivander shrugged. "But it's my precious souvenir. If you want to buy it, you have to pay me double the price."

Hoffa

it was getting dark when I walked out of Ollivander's shop.

In the distance, there are red clouds of fire, and on the road, there are some witches walking in a hurry. Look at their dress, many of them are purchased from Diagon Alley after work in the Ministry of magic.

Hoffa stood outside Ollivander's shop, looking at the Bodhi branch with the word "Feng" carved on it.

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

After spending 20 pounds, Hoffa got his wand. And Ollivander also very "generously" gave Hoffa a calf leather cover, which can be tied on the arm. It is used for daily wearing and maintenance of magic wand.

Yinduo was waiting outside and almost fell asleep. When he saw Hoffa coming out, he couldn't help but scold: "are you in love with that old man? How long have you been in? "

Hoffa is in a good mood and doesn't want to worry about him. He put away his wand and patted the goblin on the shoulder.

"Well, young demon, don't be so anxious. Would you like to have a drink together

"Drink a fart!" Indor said angrily, "I'm waiting for you to come out. I just want to tell you. I promised you books and wands before dark, and now I've done it, so our contractual relationship is over. "

"Well," said Hoffa, "where are you going?"

"Wherever I'm going, I've said I'm a goblin from the German island of black Golan, and now I'm going home." Said Endor.

Germany Hoffa was in a good mood and could not help saying a little more: "then don't get into the war."

"Why, do you think there will be a war?" Indor took a look at Hoffa. "These guys in England don't think so. There's a word in Muggle. What's the meaning of" Sui " "

Yinduo thought with his head tilted.

"Appeasement," Hoffa sighed. There's no way. We all want peace, even if it's in fantasy.

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

With that, he raised his finger.

Hoffa step back. Is this a move to leave?

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

"Hello, King's Cross station, will you go?"

Hoffa nodded: "I will."

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

Hoffa laughed. Of course, he knew all these things, but when it came out of the goblin's mouth, he always felt strange. Maybe this guy is not as jerky as he looks.

"I see. Thank you for telling me. It's a great help."

"Hum!" "You are a little smart, but you are only 11 years old after all," indor said

"All right, all right, go back to your island of black Golan." Hoffa said helplessly.

ENDOR raised his finger, but at last he put it down.

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

The goblin did something incredible. He took off one of his silver earrings, and then clip it into Hoffa's ear with a click. The pain made him cry.

Hoffa glared at indor. "What for?"

Yinduo laughs, "I appreciate the man who dares to come out and look for a job when he is so young. If you want to look for a job in the future, you can come to me. Don't look for it in Jiaojiao lane. There is no oil and water here."

With that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The goblin's figure disappeared in the air.

Only Hoffa rubbed his bleeding ear and scolded in situ: "asshole!"