It's a little exciting.

Hoffa reached out his hand without hesitation and grabbed the ancient branch.

At this moment, a touch of blood connection appeared, and a kind of vicissitudes and gentle warmth flowed throughout 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, and something strange happened. The wand did not fall. It floated above Hoffa's palm.

While floating, he saw the only artificial trace on the wand.

On its tail, there is a deep notch. It is painted with slightly faded red paint.

It is a square font.

【seal up】

After admiring the wand in its entirety, it fell back into Hoffa's hand.

A smile appeared on Hoffa's face, and he looked at Ollivander with joy, hoping that he could explain to him.

But Olianfander's eyes were full of suspicion. He turned around with his hands behind his back.

"How could this happen...how could this happen?"

"What's going on," Hoffa asked, "how much does this wand cost? I want it."

"money……"

Ollivander coughed: "Forget it, 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 will not be responsible."

"What?" Hoffa asked in surprise, "Unfinished product, what do you mean?"

Ollivander spoke eloquently.

"More than 100 years ago, my grandfather Gabriel Ollivander once traveled to India with the Queen of England's ship. There was a very high snow-capped mountain at the border between the Qing Dynasty and India. There was a tree at the foot of the mountain.

The local people call it the Bodhi tree.

My grandfather stayed there for a while, and when he left, an old monk gave this branch to my grandfather, saying that it contained magical power.

My grandfather didn't feel any power and just brought it back as a souvenir. My father didn't find anything special about it, and neither did I.

A few years ago, I wanted to make it into a wand, but found that it couldn't be matched with any wand core, not dragon heart, phoenix feathers, or unicorn hair, so it has been stored here."

As he spoke, 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 spells without relying on magic substances..."

Hoffa was surprised: "So this thing is just a branch?"

"Yes." Ollivander shrugged, "But it is a precious souvenir of mine. If you want to buy it, you have to pay me double the price."

Hoffa….

When I walked out of Ollivander's store, it was almost dark.

In the distance, there are red flaming clouds, and there are some hurried wizards on the road. Judging from their costumes, many of them came from the Ministry of Magic to buy things in Diagon Alley after get off work.

Hoffa stood outside Ollivander's store, looking happily at the bodhi tree branch engraved with the word "Seal".

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

After spending 0 gold galleons, Hoffa got his own wand. And Ollivander was very "generous" and gave Hoffa a calfskin sheath that could be tied to his arm for daily wearing of the wand.

and maintenance.

Indra almost fell asleep while waiting outside. When he saw Hoffa come out, he couldn't help but cursed: "Did you fall in love with that old man? You've been in here for so long?"

Hoffa was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with him. He put away his wand and patted the goblin on the shoulder.

"Okay, young demon, don't be so impatient. Do you want to go have a drink together?"

"Drink it!" Indra said angrily, "I waited for you to come out, just to tell you. I promised you to get the book and wand before dark, and now I have done it, so our contractual relationship is over

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"Hey," Hoffa was stunned, "Where are you going?"

"Wherever I am going, I have told you that I am a goblin from the German island of Hegoland, and now I am going home." Indra said.

Germany... Hoffa was in a good mood and couldn't help but say a little more: "Then don't get caught up in the war."

"Why, you also think you can fight?" Indra glanced at Hoffa, "These guys in the UK don't think so. There is a word in Muggles about how to say sui..."

Indra tilted his head and thought.

"Appeasement," Hoffa sighed, there is no way, everyone hopes for peace, even if it is an imaginary peace.

"That's right, you know a lot about appeasement." Indra muttered, "Don't worry, I don't like fighting either."

After speaking, he raised his finger.

Hoffa took a step back. Was this an action to prepare to cast a spell and leave?

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

"Hey, can you leave King's Cross Station?"

Hoffa nodded: "I will."

"The platform is in the middle of ninety-two platforms. You have to keep running to get through."

Hoffa smiled. Of course he knew all these things, but when he said this from the goblin's mouth, he always felt something was strange. Maybe this guy is not as bad as he seems.

"I understand. Thank you for telling me. It's really helpful."

"Huh!" Indra said proudly, "You are a little clever, but you are only 11 years old after all."

"Okay, okay, go back to your Hegolan Island." Hoffa said helplessly.

Indra raised his finger, but finally put it down.

Hoffa was speechless, "What do you want to do again?"

The leprechaun did an incredible thing. He took off one of his silver earrings, and then clamped it into Hoffa's ear with a click. The pain made him almost cry.

Hoffa glared at Indra. "What!?"

Indra laughed loudly, "I admire a man who dares to look for a job at such a young age. If you want to find a job in the future, you can come to me. Don't look for it in Diagon Alley. There is no good job here."

After speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The goblin's figure instantly disappeared into the air.
Chapter completed!