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

A tall and thin body knocked open the door of Ollivander's shop, and the handsome boy walked out of the shop. His eyes were red, his body was trembling slightly, and he was admiring the yew wand in his hand with great excitement.

Hoffa and Indor completely turned a blind eye at the door.

The air was filled with violent magical energy, and Hoffa's hair was blown into chaos.

Looking at the boy's leaving figure with lingering fear, Indra asked in a low voice: "Who is that? How can he have such powerful magical power at this age?"

Of course Hoffa knew who it was.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The future great devil Voldemort has received his first assistant in life, a powerful yew wand. No wonder he is so excited, but it is a pity that after more than fifty years of accompanying him, the wand is still ruthlessly used by him.

Abandoned.

Hoffa shook his head and said to Indra: "Shall we go in together?"

Indra shook his head: "Go in yourself. Goblins don't need wands, and they won't enter this kind of shop. This old guy's wand-making materials also include goblin bones. I'm afraid I will kill him if I see him."

Hoffa was speechless and had no choice but to open Ollivander's store alone.

The moment I entered.

bite!

System, current secret realm—[London Wizarding Market]

When the exploration degree reaches 50%, obtain spell fragments (1/)

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a hazy fragment.

Hoffa wanted to find the fragment, but couldn't find it.

He had no choice but to give up this idea and instead deal with the current situation.

In front of him, thousands of boxes were densely packed from the ground to the ceiling, and the air was filled with the smell of silence and solemnity.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is a family-owned shop.

The history of this family making wands can be traced back to 382 BC. The original meaning of the surname Ollivander is - the person who owns an olive wood wand. Therefore, some people, including this generation of Ollivanders,

Germans all believe that their ancestors followed the Romans to Britain.

The owner of Ollivander's store in this generation is Garrick Ollivander.

He doesn't look as old as he was described in the book 50 years later, but he looks like a energetic middle-aged man.

It's just that this middle-aged man looks a little dull now.

Ollivander did not notice Hoffa's arrival. He was still standing in the pile of scattered wooden boxes with his mouth open, immersed in the horror just now.

Until Hoffa stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Hey, hello."

Garrick Ollivander suddenly turned around. When he saw the new customer, he quickly rubbed his face. "I'm sorry, I lost my mind. You definitely don't know what just happened."

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

Ollivander muttered: "Of course, everyone who comes to my shop comes to buy wands. Left hand or right hand?"

"Right hand."

"Put your arms up."

He measured Hoffa, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knees to armpits, and finally the circumference of his head.

While measuring, he said: "Every Ollivander wand contains super powerful magical substances, which is its essence. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and fire dragon's heart nerves..."

"

Hoffa chuckled: "Do you have to say the same thing to everyone?"

Ollivander was slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

"Impolite boy, I am a businessman, do you understand? Businessman!"

As he spoke, he quickly packed up the boxes on the ground, and then stuffed the wands into Hoffa's hands one by one.

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

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

"Fire dragon sinew, walnut wood, nine inches... no, still no!"

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

Ollivander was chattering while quickly moving the box.

The wands were spinning around in Hoffa's hands like a revolving door, but he felt like holding these wands was like holding an ordinary wooden stick, and nothing happened.

"Apple wood, 17 inches, no."

"Acacia, 14 inches, no."

"Cypress, 9 inches, no."

"Ash, no."

"Rawwood, no."

"Fir...no!"

"Cedar...no!"

"Cherry wood...no!"

"Blackthorn wood, oh, still no good!"

…

As time passed by, the empty boxes under his body were piled higher and higher, and Hoffa couldn't help but yawn. If he hadn't received the notice from Hogwarts, Hoffa would have almost doubted whether he was

He really has magical talent.

He glanced outside the store, where Indra was looking around impatiently.

Finally, when both Ollivander and Hoffa stood waist-deep in a pile of boxes, Ollivander could no longer run. He asked breathlessly: "Are you really a wizard? Or are you actually a wizard?"

It's a squib."

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

"Uh-huh!" Ollivander whispered in annoyance.

"How could this happen? It shouldn't have happened!"

This incident also exceeded Hoffa's expectations. He did not expect that he would not be compatible with 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 makers in Diagon Alley?"

This sentence touched Ollivander's nerves, and his light gray eyes suddenly widened.

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

Hoffa said nothing, and the two of them stared at each other in the pile of boxes.

The air fell into an extremely awkward silence.

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

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

"Eastern?" Ollivander smacked his lips, "I see, their habits there are indeed different from ours."

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

"Follow me."

Hoffa followed Ollivander to the back hall of the store.

Here, there are many kinds of materials piled up, including feathers, hair, nerves, hearts, spider legs, wood from various trees, and even a goblin skeleton. Hoffa thought to himself, no wonder Indra didn't want to come in, and said

Getting up to make a staff is quite a cruel thing.

Under the pile of materials, Ollivander dug for a long time and finally took out a crumpled gray box. When he blew, a huge amount of dust rose up.

The gray box becomes a black box.

Ollivander stood in front of 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 some knots on the branches on it, which makes it look a bit rough and not as delicate as the magic wands outside. It seems to be cut directly from the tree.

Like the branches falling down.

A magical feeling appeared in Hoffa's heart.

It's looking at me.

Hoffa realized this.
To be continued...