Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Magic is a gift from heaven. As a talented wizard, the first thing Aaron wants to buy is naturally a wand.

That stuff is a must have for almost every wizard, no matter what level you are.

He thought about buying a magic wand since he was learning spells, but his parents sternly refused, saying that a seven-year-old child cannot have a magic wand, which is too dangerous.

It's not that he didn't think about buying one secretly, after all, we are not short of money, but no one knows better than him what it is like to have a dedicated bodyguard.

In addition to his special status, Ollivander would never sell him a wand without his mother's consent, and Ollivander's shop in Diagon Alley only sold wands.

This is not to say that there are no other shops in the wizarding world that sell wands, but he has no chance to 'do crimes' under Jinns' nose.

But today, it was time for him to have a wand of his own.

"Phew!" Aaron took a deep breath and looked up at the shop's signboard: 'Ollivander, has been making excellent wands since 382 BC', a little unable to suppress his inner excitement.

"Ahem!" Jinns coughed lightly, "Master, you have been at the door for 2 minutes, we should go in."

"Sorry, sorry, I can't help it." Aaron said awkwardly, then opened the door and walked in.

This wand shop was smaller than his drink shop, and it was not appropriate to say that it was small. The shop was still quite big, but there were too many things stuffed in it, which gave people a particularly narrow illusion.

When you enter the door, you can see a desk and a bench, in addition to ladders and stairs, there are several rooms inside, but they are all stuffed, leaving only one aisle.

The walls were stacked with wooden boxes, from floor to ceiling.

Inside each case was a wand, and there were estimated to be thousands of wands in the store.

"Mr. Ollivander doesn't seem to be here, master, do you want to wait?" Jinnes said playfully.

"What are you waiting for? Why do you want me to wait? If he doesn't come, I can only try it myself." Aaron said very stubbornly.

"Really? Then I'll tell your mother." A soft voice mixed with affection came from the stairs, and a gray-haired but very energetic old man was looking at Aaron with a smile.

"Uncle, good morning!" Aaron scratched his head in embarrassment.

That's why he could never buy a wand without his parents' permission, the shop was owned by his mother's own uncle.

The face of the niece still has to be given. She won't let her uncle sell it to her son, so Ollivander naturally won't sell it.

"Good morning." Ollivander walked down quickly, touched Aaron's head, and messed up his hairstyle, "I saw you when you were standing outside just now, it seems that life Your first wand got you a little too excited."

"It's not. The main reason is that the paint on the signboard on your door is a little off. I'm thinking whether I should pay you to replace it with a new one."

"What are you talking about, kid?

Is that peeling paint?It can only show that my store is relatively old. Ollivander said proudly.

"Then what...uncle, you know what I'm here for!"

"Yes, your mother told me the size of your arms a month ago.

But I haven't looked at it. Some data still need to be measured by yourself to be more reliable. Ollivander said, taking out a silver measuring tape from his pocket, "What do you think?" "

"I think uncle is right." Aaron's eyes twitched, and he raised his right arm with great interest, then remembered something, and raised his left arm, "How about you Measure this?"

Ollivander frowned, "Aren't you used to using your right hand?"

"An extra left-handed wand just in case! What if your right hand is injured?" Aaron said with a simple and honest smile, "Of course, if you can prepare me two, no, four wands would be even better, so that There's a spare in case something happens to the wand."

"Huh?" Ollivander looked at him in surprise, as if he was getting to know his nephew again.

After a while, he looked up at Jins, and asked with some reproach: "Is this how you usually teach this child? How insecure does it have to be to say such a thing!"

Jins smiled wryly and shook his head, "It's not like you don't know that the young master is more precocious, and besides, do you think children born in the Gaius family would feel insecure?

This is his own idea and has nothing to do with us. "

Aaron smiled, "Uncle, I was just joking. We all know how much you value wands. It is indeed an exaggeration for a wizard to need four wands."

"Then you're still joking with me with your wand." Ollivander glared at Aaron.

"But I still want two wands." Aaron said with a chuckle, "I promise to take good care of them, but I won't be helpless in case something happens."

Ollivander shook his head dumbfounded, "Okay, just wait here.

I'll get you a wand that might fit. "

"Okay! Thanks for your hard work, Uncle." Aaron smiled happily, and then sat on the chair at the desk, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

A few minutes later, Ollivander carried several boxes and put them on the desk.

"You know my principles. Even if you are my grandnephew, you can't destroy it. You should be clear about this!"

"Of course, the wand chooses the wizard!" Aaron said, knowing this from the first time he came to the shop.

"That's good, I'm really worried that you'll lose your temper, so I'll just take any wand that looks good!" Ollivander said in a strange way, and then opened the first box, "Try this one first. , made of cold fir wood, the core is unicorn feathers, come and try it."

Aaron took the wand excitedly, waved it lightly, the white light flickered on the wand, and he felt a warm current in his body.

It is not unfamiliar, and it is very smooth to use.

That's right, this wand is very suitable for me.

"Not bad." Ollivander nodded, put it back into the box, and then opened another box, "Try this one again, it's made of acacia wood, and the core is phoenix tail feathers."

Aaron repeated the action just now, and his face became a little weird. This time, a silver light flashed at the tip of the wand, and his fingertips felt a little cool.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he used this magic wand very smoothly.

Ollivander also noticed this, and couldn't help but slightly raised his brows. He nervously put the second wand into the box, and then opened the third box.

But as soon as he opened it, Ollivander closed the box again. As if he had made a decision, he took out his wand, "Little Aaron, come and try this."

Aaron swallowed, always feeling that his uncle was a little abnormal today, as if he was inducing children to make mistakes.

"Sir, isn't it inappropriate to do this?" Jins asked with a frown.

"What do you know?" Ollivander curled his lips, then rolled his eyes, "Take out your wand and give him a try."

"I refuse." Jins said very stiffly.

"Hmph!" Ollivander didn't say anything, but stared at his grandnephew with piercing eyes, "Try it quickly! Don't make me wait in a hurry."

"Then what uncle, can I refuse?"

"No." Ollivander directly stuffed the wand into Aaron's hand, "Hurry up, I can't wait."

Aaron reluctantly complied, and a red light appeared on the top of the wand, and the dazzling light danced on the wall.

"This is?" Jins looked at this scene in surprise, his complexion kept changing, a little unbelievable.

"Hahaha!" Ollivander let out a hearty laugh, and looked at Aaron excitedly, "The principles of the Ollivander family have not changed for hundreds of years, but today may be an exception.

Every wand seems to choose you, even other people's, which means you can use any wand you want, and I'm afraid the Elder Wand is the same. "

Aaron was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and suddenly he had a feeling of 'I have been chosen by this world'.

"Uncle, does that mean that I can choose any wand in your store?"

"of course."

"Great, choose two magic wands for me, one is high-end and elegant, and the other is low-key and luxurious with connotations. The most important thing is that it must be good-looking and elegant, and it must not lower my image."

Ollivander:  …

Jins:  …