I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 6 Changes in the Wand

A week, whether it is long or short, is only 168 hours if calculated accurately, and time flies by.

August 8th was the last day of vacation before Hogwarts started school. This day was also the day when Ian came to this world and received his first reward.

Walking on the cobblestone-paved road in Diagon Alley, all the experiences of the past few days flashed in my mind. I have basically seen most of the characters with names and surnames in the original book.

Especially the famous scene where Malfoy and Harry meet for the first time, the tall Hagrid, the lovely Miss Beaver, and the innocent girl Qiu with an oriental face.

Of course, I didn't see Ron, let alone the twins. After all, in the Weasley family's situation, it was not realistic to buy new robes here.

"Ma'am, this is too much. In fact, I didn't do anything. And you can give me this job and a salary of 15 Galleons. I am already very satisfied."

Looking at the 50 Galleons piled up on the table by Mrs. Malkin in front of him, Ian said with some embarrassment.

It's not that he doesn't love money, or that he has some moral obsession. It can be said that he has witnessed the hot sales results of this week, and he knows very well that the 50 Galleons can be taken with peace of mind.

As for why you choose to temporarily refuse, this actually involves one of the most basic workplace rules, or a psychological game.

Ian understands very well that after school starts, clothing sales will obviously usher in an off-season. To put it bluntly, he is afraid of being rejected and dismissed. Although there is a high probability that it will not happen, as long as there is a chance, he will try his best to avoid it from happening.

If he wins the bet, he will earn tens of Galleons more. If he loses the bet, he may return to a state of nothing. Before this, he deeply realized how difficult it is to find a job in Diagon Alley.

Ian is well aware that the subtle changes in the world here may directly affect the survival and safety of the last days.

For a long-term and stable source of income, he couldn't afford to gamble and didn't dare to gamble, so he could only reluctantly decline, and he must give it first if he wants to take it. This principle is the same everywhere.

With this refusal to accept more things about Garen as a basis, and based on Ian's understanding of Mrs. Malkin's character during this period, he estimates that his job will be very safe for at least three months.

As for what will happen after three months, there is no need to worry. First of all, he is confident that he will have a certain ability to protect himself.

Secondly, the three months of getting along, not to mention the accumulation of feelings, is just a "habitual existence", which is enough to ensure that you will not be dismissed easily, and both sides win, this is the choice of adults.

"Actually, you can accept it. Well, well, Ian, since you insist on this, then I respect your choice, but I don't think you will refuse the holiday. You also know that after Hogwarts starts, there will be It's very ordinary, then you can go and have fun with Galleon for a few days, and I will give you three days of vacation with pay."

Mrs. Malkin said playfully.

Looking at her teasing childish expression, Ian rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart.

"Of course I won't refuse this rare relaxation, thank you madam, see you the day after tomorrow?"

"Go kid, enjoy your time." Mrs. Malkin waved her hand and said.

Go to the cubicle to change this luxurious dress, and prepare to wear back the second-hand plain robe given by old Tom. In fact, according to Mrs. Malkin, this dress has already been given to him, not that it can only be worn at work .

However, Ian still changed back and did not choose the gorgeous and high-profile dress, because he was afraid that people's aesthetic fatigue would affect the store's sales.

Faced with such a simple answer, Mrs. Mojin readily agreed, but she gave him a new green robe of ordinary style to replace the previous second-hand one.

After leaving the robe shop, with 15 Galleons in his pocket and a packed second-hand robe, Ian walked alone on the streets of Diagon Alley.

Going shopping with money in your pocket is really different from shopping without money in your pocket.Can buy but don't buy, want to buy but can't afford, the same result, but the inner feelings are really different.

"Okay, I can finally start the road of magic. First of all, I need to find out what happened to the wand that brought me back here. I have to go to Ollivander's wand shop."

After concentrating his thoughts, Ian set off straight to the wand shop.

It didn't take long to arrive at the destination. The gold letters on the signboard were a little off, but the written content could still be seen clearly.

"Ollivander: Making Wands Since 380 BC"

Looking at the signboard that he had seen countless times in the book in his previous life, and this familiar yet unfamiliar scene, Ian felt a little uneasy. After all, it was related to the important issue of whether he was a wizard or a squib. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

It was a cramped, small, run-down shop, with wands on display on faded purple cushions, but more often packed into long boxes stacked almost to the ceiling. On old shelves.

The gathering of thousands of magic wands made the space more and more crowded, so there was no other living furniture except for a bench.

But whoever underestimates it because of this will be very wrong. The potential energy of the arms dealer family that has monopolized the British Isles for nearly 2000 years can be imagined.

"Good morning!" A soft voice came from Ian's side, and an old man with piercing eyes and silver shoulder-length hair appeared beside him.

Ian also turned sideways hastily, bowed slightly and said, "Good morning, sir, I want to do some maintenance for my wand."

This is the belly draft he had typed before. It doesn’t cost much but he can get useful information. After all, he doesn’t buy anything, so he just licks his face and comes to consult this and that. Hehe, he is not the boy who survived, why? Everyone has to let him?
"Oh, of course there is no problem. If I remember correctly, your wand was not purchased from me. You know, people in the Ollivander family can clearly remember every wand they sold. and its owner, because all Ollivander wands are unique."

Ollivander nodded, then looked at Ian and said, and finally did not forget to tout his property.

"Yes, I have only recently come to England, but I have already heard of the oldest family in Europe that makes sticks."

Ian is very, very happy to do this kind of thing that has no cost and can shorten the distance between each other.

After finishing speaking, he pulled out his wand, stretched out his four fingers, clasped his thumb inward to hold the wand firmly in the palm of his hand, and pointed the tip of the wand obliquely to the ground.

Ian did this on purpose, just like handing someone scissors, fruit knives, etc., with the sharp side facing him, and handing the handle to others. This is not only polite, but also more respectful to others. There is no harm in trusting and expressing yourself.

Obviously, Ollivander understood the meaning of Ian's actions, and his eyes showed a happy look. After all, almost no little wizard has been so polite in so many years.

And the other party also gently pinched the wand with the thumb and index finger, placed it on the mat and observed it carefully.

"Oh? A very rare combination." Ollivander showed a surprised expression. It seems that such a combination is rare.

"This magic wand..." Ollivander seemed to be lost in memory, and after a while, he realized that there were still customers in the store.

"Sorry, I lost my temper. Judging from the production method, this wand should also come from our Ollivander family. It is thirteen inches long, with acacia wood and a core made of thunderbird feathers."

"Thunderbird feathers not only give the user the power to increase magic, but also take into account the stability of casting spells. At the same time, acacia wood has meanings such as the resurrection of the dead and the elimination of malice. It is a very powerful combination. Only those who really have it in the magic world A wand held by a man of extraordinary ability."

Blessed to the soul, after Ollivander mentioned the properties of this plastic wand, it seemed to have really changed at this moment, turning into acacia wood thunder bird feather.

A vague connection emerged spontaneously. Ian seemed to feel the slight excitement coming from the magic wand, and there was also a faint sound of wind and thunder in his heart.

He let out a long sigh of relief and confirmed that he was not a Squib.

The Squib's magic was rock-hard and lifeless, unable to resonate with the wand, and the problem that had been bothering him was now resolved.

Ian was also extremely happy in his heart at this time, looking at his wand and thinking in his heart:
"The opportunity for its transformation should be to scan and copy other magic wands. There are thousands of magic wands here, from which I choose a combination that suits me very well, so as to complete a complete change in shape and quality, and then activate rebirth."

At this moment, Mr. Ollivander looked a little excited, and the silver-haired old man was dancing and laughing like a child.

"Very good, great, that's it, it seems that it is more closely connected with you, treat your wand well, they have feelings. The wand chooses the wizard, and the wand chooses the wizard. This time it is powerful Evidence. I have to write this down, huh, that's great, I know my guess is right."

More than half an hour later, the wand went through a series of tedious and precise maintenance by Ollivander, but obviously Ollivander upgraded the maintenance service on his own, otherwise it would not have taken so long.

For these, Ian is also happy to see the results.

After everything was over, Ollivander gently put Ian's wand into the box, like a parent putting a sleeping child into a crib, then closed the lid and wrapped it in brown paper.

"Chenghui, 9 Sickles, if you add 3 gallons, you can get a wand maintenance kit from Ollivander's family."

"Okay, sir, but I don't need this suit for the time being. Of course, I will buy it when I come next time."

Good steel is used on the blade, and so is Gallen.The cash-strapped Ian didn't intend to consume items that were not planned, and besides, the wand that had just been carefully maintained would not need to be maintained again for at least half a year.

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