I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 14 Grindelwald, influence everywhere. (Seeking for further reading)

Chapter 14 Grindelwald, influence everywhere. (Please read~~)

"You're next." Facing Owen, Hagrid lost all the gentleness he had just now.

He was indifferent and locked his teeth into the house.

Then he led him towards the village of Hogsmeade down the mountain.

As the only pure wizarding village in the UK, there is naturally a floo network leading to Diagon Alley.

Hagrid didn't say a word to him all the way.

Until the rapidly rotating green flames engulfed them, and when he opened his eyes again it was Diagon Alley, he still chose to remain silent.

Okay~

After all, he was unjustly sent to Azkaban for a week.

It's understandable why Hagrid has such a bad attitude towards dark wizards.

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Diagon Alley——

"Ding Dong~"

“Welcome~”

The bell on the doorframe rang at the same time as the sounds inside the house.

"I want to buy a wand."

"Of course, what else could I do if I walked in here?" An old man with gray hair and a slim figure walked out of the complicated cubicle.

Mr. Ollivander is a famous staff maker in Britain and even Europe.

Wands made by him can be found throughout the wizarding world.

"Oh! It seems this is your first time here." Mr. Ollivander remembered every wizard who bought a wand, but he had no impression of the little wizard in Hogwarts uniform in front of him.

"Owen Sanchez, Professor Dumbledore asked you to give him a suitable stick." Hagrid spoke appropriately, clearing up the staff-making master's doubts.

"Dumbledore?" The master's eyelids twitched, "Would he still worry about such a thing?"

With this in his mouth, Ollivander turned around and dove into the wands that filled the room.

"Are you used to that hand?"

"Right hand, sir."

"Yes." Mr. Ollivander responded, and then fell into those elevated buildings.

Mo Yue waited for a while.

He walked out, holding the dusty box in his hand.

"Each wand has its own unique temperament. It is alive and breathing with the wizard."

"Kid, remember, the wand chooses its owner."

As he spoke, he opened the box in his hand, "Willow, unicorn tail hair, eleven inches."

"Try it."

Owen took it, and with just a light touch of his finger, the wand sent out a strong sense of repulsion.

"Not appropriate." Mr. Ollivander's expression did not change at all.

"This is normal."

"No wizard ever gets his wand right the first time." He took his wand back.

Turn around calmly.

If it succeeds once, how can the author continue writing? (cross out)

"Most little wizards have to choose two or three times, and some picky customers even choose four or five times."

After that, Ollivander pulled out another box from the shelf: "Try this one, sycamore, unicorn tail feathers, twelve inches. Quite a clever combination."

Owen took it. This wand was full of lightness, which was a little different from ordinary unicorn wands.

He waved lightly and saw a surging flame fly out, almost burning Hagrid's beard.

"Well, it seems it's not suitable for you." Ollivander took the wand away from Owen's hand and stuffed it back into the box.

"I'm familiar with every little wizard here."

"They all more or less inherited certain traits from their parents, so it is relatively easy to choose a wand." After continuing to walk into the shelf against the ceiling, Ollivander's figure came out low and clear.

"But today's customers are different, right Owen! If possible could you tell me your parents' names?"

"I don't know, sir, if the director of the Muggle orphanage in Paris has not been favored by the ancient gods and his brain is still functioning normally, then he may have met my father."

"What about the surname? The surname Sanchez doesn't sound like a wizard's surname." Ollivander, who had already expected it, was not surprised.

"How about you try the surname Grindelwald?" Owen said cautiously.

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Suddenly the whole shop fell silent.

Ollivander, who was looking for his wand, paused.

Then he turned to look at Owen in disbelief.

He said in a stiff tone: "Child, I seem to have heard wrongly. Did you say 'Grindelwald'?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you his descendant? Grandson? Great-grandson?" Ollivander stepped forward and asked seriously.

"Uh-grandson?"

Hearing the sound, Ollivander's eyes widened, and then anger surged out, blinding anger.

"I'm sorry, I won't do your business anymore. Please get out."

"Huh?" Owen was stunned. Before he could speak, Hagrid hurriedly said: "It's Dumbledore——"

"Don't hold Dumbledore down on me!" Ollivander shouted. "Many people know that Grindelwald stole something from Grigovitch."

The staff master's expression was ferocious, "He thought it would be some kind of secret. But, I know, and Dumbledore also knows."

"But what no one cared about was that before he stole that thing, he went to my father first!"

"As the most famous staff maker, he first found my father! Gervais Ollivander!"

"Do you know how that evil guy tortured him?"

"And you!" Ollivander pointed at Owen and stared at him: "How dare you buy a wand from me!"

"I--"

Before Ollivander could finish speaking, Owen interrupted him.

Grandpa’s influence is really everywhere! Especially in Britain, which he had not invaded, there were such deeds.

Compared with Voldemort, there is really one heaven and one underground.

Owen was concerned about this matter after all, and if he thought about it carefully, it was indeed possible.

As a famous wand-making family, the Ollivander family has been passed down for more than two thousand years. My grandfather guessed that they might know the whereabouts of the Elder Wand. This is normal.

It would be abnormal to think otherwise.

but--

Damn it, this is so troublesome.

I really want to eat a big melon, what should I do? !

"Ahem, Mr. Ollivander." He slowly took out his grandfather's wand from his waist, waved it twice in front of the poor wand, and then said mysteriously: "Tell me, is it possible that you are most afraid? Is that person nearby?"

"What?"

Ollivander was startled when his eyes were caught by the familiar wand, and a thin drop of sweat suddenly covered his temples.

He finally reacted.

If the child in front of him is really the descendant of Grindelwald, then it means that the evil dark wizard is not imprisoned in Nurmengard at all.

Even if he appears in England, it is entirely possible that he will appear in Diagon Alley.

And—Dumbledore.

The wizard who defeated him at his peak was in England.

At Hogwarts.

It is entirely possible that Grindelwald has sneaked into Britain to seek revenge.

"I think it was your father who was tortured by the whole wand."

Owen smiled at him.

"Then - do you want to try it yourself?"

Sorry, this chapter is a little late. Today, a big leader from the company came to discuss cooperation. I didn’t do anything all morning. I was busy with work until the afternoon, and I worked overtime. 嘤嘤嘤(╥╯^╰╥), everyone, give me your best wishes. Please support.

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