hello mr draco

The shop is small, an old bench and nothing else.Dumbledore wandered around for a while, and a young man came out from the stacked shelves.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore!" When the tall and thin young man walked on the floor, there was a creaking sound under his feet. The sound seemed to remind the boss that it was time to get a new floor.

"Good afternoon, Ollivander." Dumbledore smiled gently, and moved the person blocked by him out from behind him.

"Oh, who is this?" Ollivander stared at Chen Junyu with a pair of big light-colored eyes. He hadn't seen a foreigner for a long time, so he was a little surprised.

"Hello. My name is Chen Junyu." Chen Junyu took out the broken wand from his pocket in embarrassment. He was a little guilty because his wand didn't belong to this era, but he had a good excuse to deal with the other party's problem.

He put the two broken wands into each other's hands, and as expected, Ollivander's light-colored eyes widened in an instant, which seemed unbelievable. Excited, he moved his eyes closer and carefully looked at the wand, which was exquisitely crafted. , and a wand he had never seen before.

"Merlin's beard! This wand is so perfect! Sir, where did you buy it?" He has been making wands for so long, and the handwork has been inherited from generation to generation, but he has never seen such a strange way of making wands. Never tried this approach either.

He touched the broken wand core with his callused hand. The difference from their wand making was the material in the center of the wand. The wand core didn't have any decorations, it was all a solid piece of wood.He was surprised for a long time that there is no substance that guides the source of magic power, but it can also emit magic power. He couldn't put it down and held the two broken wands back and forth in his hands to observe.

"My country, the East." He didn't explain much, and he didn't know how the wand was made.

In the world he lived in, every wand was passed down from the family, so he didn't know what material his wand was made of.

He vaguely remembered that his grandfather once told him that their family's wand was made from the branches of the Shadowwood.

Shadow tree, an ancient monster, seen in the daytime, a leaf has 100 shadow characters, and the flower will shine like a star at night. It takes 1 years to bear fruit. The fruit is as big as a melon, the skin is green and the seeds are black. After eating, the body will become lighter.However, the wand made of shadowwood, even if the wand itself is broken, can still restore its original power after repair.

He asked anxiously: "Sir, can he still fix it?" He really didn't want to change the wand. After all, their family has strict requirements, and each wand must be passed down from generation to generation.

When he has a child of his own, he ceases to be a wizard and all his powers are passed on to the next generation.This is the difference between Western wizards and Eastern witchcraft. Although this is unfair, it is an unchangeable fact of their family.

Ollivander looked at it carefully for a while, unable to hide his excitement in his eyes, eager to try.

"Of course! I've never seen such a novel technique, including this material that I've never seen before. If." He looked at Dumbledore with a smile on his face for a while, and after mustering up his courage, Said to Chen Junyu: "It may be much more convenient if the husband discloses the material."

Chen Junyu pursed his lips. He didn't know if there was such a material in this time and space, but if it was really for the sake of his wand, he seemed to have no choice.

"It's Shadowwood, sir."

"Oh! It's so strange, I've never heard of this name. Maybe it doesn't exist in our country... I know an Eastern wizard, maybe I can ask him about it." Ollivander frowned, although for The source of the material was very confusing and incomprehensible, but it still didn't stop him from exploring the secret of the wand, and the enthusiasm still shone in his eye sockets.

This stubborn person.

Chen Junyu suddenly thought of a serious problem, and he hurriedly asked in embarrassment: "Sir, I don't have the money to pay for your maintenance." Obviously this is hard to say, but he still doesn't want to be the one who owes money.

"Of course, there is no need to pay. But..." Ollivander raised his pale face, a pair of slender fingers slid up and down on the wand, and looked at Chen Junyu with light-colored eyes. "Can you show me, sir, how you use your wand?"

At the same time, Chen Junyu looked at Dumbledore who was sitting leisurely aside in surprise.Although there seemed to be nothing wrong with the young man he had just met and the young boss, he still felt a faint feeling of being calculated.

"Does this help in repairing the wand?"

"Of course! Every wizard is closely related to their wands. In the entire wizarding world, I believe that the vast majority of wizards' wands come from my shop. I understand their habits and their wands together. .” Ollivander stomped excitedly, and continued.

"For easier maintenance, I need to get to know you, sir. How powerful is the magic power you possess?" A powerful magic power trembled faintly, and it seemed to have affected the other magic wands that were in dormancy.

"You think so too?" Chen Junyu cast a distrustful gaze on Dumbledore. Obviously, he felt that the person next to him looked more reliable.

"Why don't you give it a try." Dumbledore's tone of voice seemed to take a sip of sweetness, and that sweet smile shone like his silver hair.

"Okay." Chen Junyu withdrew his pitiful eyes.

Ollivander clapped his hands, and quickly ran to the storage room to look through Leilei. Almost half of his body was almost buried in those small boxes. The sound of clanging and rubbing made this old shop lively.

He moved stack after stack of tall boxes out of the pile.Then he took a small box full of dust, and slapped the dust away. After opening the lid, there lay a magic wand that was exquisitely crafted and turned lavender throughout.

"How about this? Cherry blossom wood, dragon's heart, 12 inches. This is the only wand made of oriental materials." Ollivander first considered where the guest before him came from, and put It had been dusty for a long time, and the magic wand that had been pressed at the bottom of the box for countless years was turned out from under the piles of goods.

Chen Junyu is actually a wizard who can cast magic without a magic wand. He is not like the wizards in this world who need a magic wand to pick people. He is suitable for any magic wand, because the magic they learn cannot be hindered by tools.

When he touched the slender 12-inch cherry blossom wood wand, he looked at it carefully in his hand, feeling the magic power flowing from his body like an electric current.Calculating with his eyes, this is estimated to be about 30 centimeters, but he doesn't have a definite ruler to measure it, and he doesn't know much about arithmetic in this country.

He felt the heat in his hand getting higher and higher, he raised the wand high above his head, and slid it down, clusters of white snowflakes exploded from the tip of the wand, messing up the shop.

Dumbledore stood aside, smiling.The silver snowflakes constantly spouting from the ceiling were as white as his hair, and it was hard to tell which were the hair and which were the snow floating on it.

"Sir, I have to say that your magic power is really powerful. Could it be that you are a graduate of Hogwarts this year?" Ollivander guessed excitedly. He pulled out his olive branch wand from his waist and waved it lightly. After two laps, the mess of the shop instantly returned to its original appearance.

"Oh! Of course not." He shook his head quickly to avoid any misunderstanding between the two.

Outside the painted purple window frame of the shop, the continuous flow of people is embellished with the warmth of the setting sun as the light of the setting sun gradually shines on it.

"So how much is this wand?" Dumbledore interrupted suddenly, obviously wanting to buy the wand in his hand for the young man in front of him.

"Oh, Dumbledore. Don't you know me well? It's too late to thank you for such a good thing. It's not just a wand. Even if he takes a few more, I'm very happy!"

Chen Junyu was amazed at the generosity of the boss named Ollivander, and turned his unbelievable eyes to Dumbledore. Dumbledore, who seemed to be in his 40s, chatted with Ollivander kindly.Rather, he felt that this was different from the world of Harry Potter that his classmates told him.

He pocketed his wand just as the setting sun hit his face through the glass window.

He looked at the sky and it was getting late, and he didn't have a place to live. He wondered if he could find a job in this place called Diagon Alley.He pretended to cough, interrupting the interest of the two of them continuing to chatter.

"Excuse me, can I find a job in Diagon Alley? If possible, I hope it can be covered." After saying this, he obviously felt his heartbeat speed up.It was the first time he ventured into a strange world, and it was still in a novel. He didn't know much about these characters, so he had to be careful in everything he did.

The two were silent for a while, and then returned to normal.

Ollivander thought about it for a while. Looking at the young man with strong magic power in front of him, he suddenly had a plan in his mind. He and Dumbledore looked at each other unannounced tomorrow morning, and then answered Chen Junyu's question. .

"Sir, what if I said that my store is in need of employees." Ollivander drew out his voice, and put the bait as if to lure prey.

"Really?" He was clearly taken aback.

"Of course!"

……

In the attic of this small shop, in a bedroom facing the backyard, the faded soft walls are covered by curtains, and the arched skylights are covered with murals, which are now being baked red by the setting sun.

A typical European-style small bed, a bedroom furniture for reading, a small table for drinking tea, and an old bookshelf against the wall. books.

After a day of exhaustion, he collapsed on the soft bed to recover his corpse.After sending Dumbledore away, he was caught by the boss for various reasons to measure his arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference and other measurements, and then tried several wands on him.

However, from Ollivander's silver eyes that were about to pop out, he could catch that the other party was downstairs, excited about his ability not to be repelled by the wand, and he didn't know what kind of experiment he was doing.

The sound of ping-pong-pong would come from downstairs from time to time. He turned over and got into the quilt, and then stood up suddenly. He thought of the little boy with silky black hair.

He seemed to have promised the other party that he would look for him at night. Thinking of this, he quickly got out of bed and put on his shoes.

(The author is bubbling: because I don’t know what Ollivander’s name is, I just got one for him, ahem~)