Chapter 2

"Well, I'm off."

Gently hugging bashida Guzu, Klein grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it into the burning fireplace.

For a moment, the miserable green flame rose!

"Diagonal lane."

He said clearly and slowly where he was going. He walked slowly into the fire and disappeared in an instant.

......

Diagonal lane, Ollivander's wand store.

"This wand is really terrible. I really doubt why it was made."

Draco Young master Malfoy calmly threw a gray wand into a box paved with flannelette and silk, in a rather unfriendly tone.

Narcissa on one side Mrs. Malfoy also frowned and looked at Garrick, the somewhat embarrassed "wand maker" Old Mr. Ollivander, the discontent in his eyes almost turned into substance.

"It's my fault. Then, try this one."

Put away the gray wand, and Mr. Ollivander took out a new box.

"Carpinus, ten and a half inches, dragon's heart string, quite a classic combination. In fact, my own magic wand is like this..."

He's not finished yet, Draco Malfoy grabbed the box in Ollivander's hand and began to try again.

Unfortunately, this is another bad wand.

"Mr. Ollivander, my husband and I bought our wands from you. Your exquisite craftsmanship is worthy of recognition, but I still hope you show more sincerity. Of course, the price is not a problem."

Meet Ollivander's helpless eyes, Narcissa Mrs. Malfoy spoke slowly and proudly, but when she turned to her only son, she put on a spoiled expression and gently touched Draco Malfoy's shiny blond hair.

"Baby, be patient."

"But!"

Draco Malfoy admitted that he had been in a bad mood since he came out of the "Mrs. mokin robe store".

But it wasn't his fault. The boy with glasses ruined the beautiful day.

"Ding."

Just then, the welcome bell in the store rang.

Ollivander and Malfoy's mother and son instinctively looked at the door, but they saw a boy in a light linen hunting suit and a short horsetail coming in.

"Mr. Ollivander, I'll get my custom wand."

Poise and calm tone.

Teenagers easily become the focus of the shop.

"Oh, Mr. Greenwald, nice to meet you, but please wait a moment. Mr. Malfoy is choosing his favorite wand."

Although it was the easiest thing to take out a box, Ollivander chose to refuse politely.

Obviously, he has his own set of principles.

Leaning over slightly, Ollivander smiled apologetically at Klein.

"I'm not too busy. I think I can wait a minute."

Klein nodded back and sat quietly on the only bench in the shop.

"Hey, are you a freshman at Hogwarts, too?"

Klein's unusual temperament made Draco Malfoy felt very kind. After hesitating for only a second, he raised his chin slightly and said hello to each other seemingly casually. Young master de Cora thought he was reserved enough, but his big eyes could not hide the excitement of meeting his peers.

"Before talking to others, I think a simple self introduction is the most appropriate way."

Hearing the answer, Klein looked up at the pale melon seed face and straightened up slightly.

"Uh."

Draco Malfoy was speechless and angry.

Subconsciously sour words came to his mouth, and his pale cheeks glowed with a faint blush, but when he met the sapphire like eyes, he did not lose his temper, but coughed, deliberately prolonged his tone and began to introduce himself.

"Cough, I'm decola, decola Malfoy. This is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy."

"Klein Greenwald."

When he got up to greet, Klein showed neither intimacy nor alienation, and his etiquette was incomparable.

Narcissa Malfoy's eyes lit up.

"Yes, I'm also a freshman of Hogwarts, Draco. Nice to meet you. Your name reminds me of those mighty dragons. I think Ms. Malfoy and Mr. Malfoy must have high hopes for you.

So, can Mr. Ollivander continue to work? After all, it's not a good habit to be troubled. When dealing with masters in a certain field, I think we'd better give them the necessary respect. "

He complimented everyone in the shop without leaving a trace, and Klein's expression remained unchanged.

After a lifetime of training, his EQ will soon catch up with his magic talent. He has seen the intrigues between imperial ministers. It's not easy to master this little scene.

"Oh, of course, I mean... Maybe I'll have to choose for a long time. I don't mind Mr. Ollivander serving you first."

Maybe Klein's diction was too sophisticated. Even Draco, who had been treated with dignity since childhood, was overwhelmed. He was rarely embarrassed and his blush deepened.

"Yes."

Klein smiled and looked inquisitively at Narcissa Malfoy.

"Of course."

Narcissa Malfoy nodded subconsciously, with a kind smile on his slightly mean long face.

Who can refuse such a child?

"Thank you."

Klein nodded his thanks to Malfoy's mother and son and spoke to Ollivander.

"Then Mr. Ollivander, my wand."

"Don't worry, Mr. Greenwald. It's right here."

Ollivander's mood today can be described as ups and downs.

First for the famous Harry Porter was honored to choose his favorite wand, which was later accepted by Draco Malfoy's difficulties made him depressed. Now Klein's appearance finally saved his mood.

The old man picked out a pure white brocade box from a lot of wand boxes and opened the box cover with his own hands.

"Red sandalwood, twelve and a half inches, spirit crow tail feather, I must admit, it is the most beautiful and special wand I have ever made."

It's a wand like a work of art. It's black and purple in color, slender in shape, and emits a seemingly non-existent aroma. At the end of the wand is a circle of blooming Datura flowers, mysterious and profound. The name of the owner is properly engraved in small bronzed characters.

"Klein v. Greenwald."

"Wow!"

See this wand, Draco Malfoy's eyes widened and he was surprised that he could put a light bulb in his mouth.

He never thought the wand could do the same

good-looking.

Klein didn't speak and waved at the wand in the box.

"Whew."

As if under some kind of traction, the black purple wand flew directly out of the brocade box, rotated in the air for a few weeks, and landed safely on his right hand.

At the moment when the finger touched the wand, the dark purple light filled the eyes like gemstones!

At the same time, a hidden text quietly appeared on the staff.

"There is no secret in my eyes"

"Good."

With a satisfied smile on his face, Klein put away his magic, and all the miracles disappeared immediately, as if everything had just been an illusion.

"This is the last payment, Mr. Ollivander. Thank you for making such a perfect wand for me."

Taking out a large bag of gold coins from the cursed trouser pocket, Klein nodded to Ollivander and looked at Malfoy's mother and son, who were still in great shock.

"Then, Ms. Malfoy, I'll leave first, Draco. See you at Hogwarts."

Still standard, people can't pick a trace of wrong etiquette, Klein turned and left.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around, tried to recall for a few seconds, and whispered to Draco Malfoy spoke again.

"If it's hard to choose, try Hawthorn wood. I think it will suit you."

With that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he walked out of the "Ollivander wand store" and integrated into the bustling crowd outside.