The White Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 8 Twin Cores
"Do you want to go to Diagon Alley together next time? It's always inconvenient for you to shop alone." After making an appointment to study together during the summer vacation, Hermione took the initiative to invite Love. She thought they could go and get other necessities first. After buying, go back to the bookstore to buy books.

"I'm not alone. I met a kind uncle who is the gamekeeper at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Love looked out the window and found that Hagrid happened to be holding two large ice creams to the window of the bookstore. Their eyes met, and Hagrid showed a simple and honest smile on his face.

"What a coincidence, he's here." Love waved at Hagrid, and walked out of Lihen Bookstore quickly.

Hagrid's first impression on Hermione was not good, his huge body and beard and hair like an ancient Nordic god made her instinctively afraid, but after seeing the two huge ice creams and the simple expression on his face After smiling, Hermione felt that this giant should not be a bad person.

"It looks like you've made friends." Hagrid stuffed a three-ball ice cream as long as half of Love's forearm into his hand, and said with a smile.

"Thank you..." Love pulled out a small spoon from the top ice cream ball, scooped up a scoop of ice cream, and said while eating, "Yes, she is my classmate at the same school. We have an appointment to be together during the summer vacation." Revise school work."

The fine milky aroma exploded in his mouth, making him narrow his eyes in satisfaction.

"Preview!" Hagrid heard the incredible remark, "You actually want to preview your homework in the summer before school starts?!"

For Hagrid, this is more incomprehensible than the sun coming out of the west, because when the summer vacation comes, the summer homework will follow, like a gangrene, tormenting the students on vacation. Only the summer vacation before school can get rid of this curse .

And now someone wants to study spontaneously during the summer vacation?Hagrid couldn't understand, and was shocked.

"Now I think you two will go to Ravenclaw with high probability." Hagrid muttered.

At this time, Hermione also came outside the bookstore with her father, staring at Hagrid with curious eyes.

"First time meeting someone as tall as me?" Hagrid was used to being stared at by strangers, so he could meet Hermione's gaze calmly.Hermione, however, felt a little embarrassed by him: it was not polite to stare.

Hagrid didn't care about this at all. He cared more about his ice cream. The better the raw material and the purer the ice cream, the faster it melted. The one in Hagrid's hand was already showing signs of melting, so he opened his mouth and took a big bite. Chocolate chip praline ice cream, then checked off Love's shopping list.

"Next you need to buy school uniforms and a wand," he said vaguely, as if he had been iced to the teeth by ice cream: "Let's go to Ollivander's to buy a wand first, Diagon Alley only has Ollie The Vanders sell wands, and you're sure to get the one that suits you best there."

On the way to Ollivander's Wand Shop, Love has been eating his own ice cream in small bites. Every time he took a bite, he would show a very satisfied expression, which made Hermione feel a little greedy.

"Do you want to try some? The ingredients of this ice cream are very honest." Love handed his ice cream to Hermione.He didn't have any extra thoughts, but he felt that the ice cream was too big, and if he let himself handle it alone, it might be bad for his stomach.

"Is it really possible?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Hermione carefully pulled out the spoon from the bottom ice cream ball, scooped out a spoonful of ice cream, put it in her mouth and savored it carefully.

The bottom ball is yogurt-flavored. The cold ice cream is melted by the girl's warm mouth, turning into a puddle of white body fluid, which flows deep into the throat under the dexterous tongue. Brought to every corner of the mouth, it exploded in Hermione's mouth like a bomb.

Hermione admitted that the ice cream was indeed delicious.

The two shared the big ice cream one spoonful at a time, and when they reached the door of the wand shop, the ice cream had already been eaten by the two of them.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is located at the end of Diagon Alley. The door of the shop is small and dilapidated. Even the gold lettering on the signboard has peeled off. Work in it, the world's premier wand shop.

"Exquisite wands were made in 382 BC... Oh my god, this wand shop has a history of more than 300 years!" Hermione exclaimed after seeing the words on the signboard.All of a sudden, this unremarkable shop seemed to be shrouded in sacred light, and the heavy feeling of years and history rushed to the face.

"Hey, it is said that the original Ollivander family arrived in England with the Romans, and set up a small stall here to help ancient British wizards make wands." Seeing that Hermione was so obsessed, Hagrid gave her a popular science. Take a look at the history of the Ollivander family.

Hermione and Love frowned at the same time.

"Who told you this rumor?" Love wanted to know the source of the news and confirm its authenticity.

"The owner of Florin's Ice Cream Shop, he is an interesting old man, he knows a lot of unpopular historical knowledge, and his ancestors also served as the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"But the Romans didn't start to conquer Britannia until 43 AD. In 382 BC, Rome didn't even get rid of Carthage at that time!" Hermione exposed the loopholes in this story.

"Britain was dominated by Celtics at that time," Love added.

Seeing that Love had completely followed her train of thought, Hermione's eyes also flashed a gleam of relief. His eyes were shining brightly, as if they were twinkling like stars: Sure enough, he also has a wealth of knowledge!

Hagrid: ...

Chatting with Xueba is annoying!This was the first time Hagrid had encountered such a scene in his life.

"However, even if it is counted from AD 43, the age of this wand shop is close to 2000 years. What's more, the most important thing is the gentleman who makes our wands now, isn't he? I believe he is the best A wand maker, because the development of things is a spiral!" Love also started to give gold to Ollivander's wand shop-there is no reason to expose other people's short stories at the door of the store, do you still want to buy a wand? !

That sentence is well said: Even if some things are true, you can't go around talking about them.

"Spiral..." Hermione chewed on this unfamiliar word, thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your compliment. It's really too much. I'm just standing on the shoulders of my ancestors." A soft voice sounded behind Hagrid, startling everyone.

Hagrid moved a little before Love saw the bright-eyed old man behind him.

"Huh? Mr. Ollivander, why did you come out?" Hagrid recognized the old man and said in surprise.

"I'm not trapped in a ground-bound spirit, and occasionally I will leave my shop." Mr. Ollivander complained helplessly.On weekdays, he lived in seclusion, and basically never went out except to buy food and stick-making materials, which really gave people the illusion that he would not step out of the store.

"Come in with me." He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, leading the three of them into the wand shop.

The interior of Ollivander's wand shop is small, with nothing but a bench.Behind the counter, there are thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes stacked almost to the ceiling, all of which are wands made by Mr. Ollivander.Perhaps because of these wands, after stepping here, Love felt a quiet and sacred atmosphere, just like stepping into a dimly lit church.

Mr. Ollivander's aura also changed when he returned to the home court. He talked briskly with Hagrid about the magic wand he sold to Hagrid back then. After so many years, he still remembers it vividly.

"It's a pity they broke it when they fired you. It was a good wand." Mr. Ollivander glanced at Hagrid, who subconsciously clenched the pink umbrella he carried with him. umbrella handle.

Hermione's eyes widened: Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts?It seems that there is something inside that I don't know?

Without waiting for her to think, Mr. Ollivander walked up to her, took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket and asked her: "Miss Granger, which arm do you usually prefer to use? "

"I'm right-handed," Hermione replied.

"Okay, raise your arms up." Mr. Ollivander manipulated the tape measure and measured Hermione's body size, first from shoulders to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, as well as shoulder height and leg length. Head circumference, all kinds of data collection is extremely detailed.He uses a magic tape measure, which can be operated automatically, which saves a lot of energy and allows the old gentleman to have extra energy to chat with Hermione.

"The core of the wand is its essence, so super strong magical substances must be used, such as unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Every Ollivander wand is unique because there are no two. The exact same unicorn, dragon, or phoenix. The wizard picks the wand, and the wand picks the wizard, and if you use another wizard's wand, it's never going to work like your own."

Love was right that Garrick Ollivander was indeed the preeminent wandmaker in the family.His greatest strength lies in the development of a set of standards for wand production, forming a standardized process.Before he took over the family business, wizards used a variety of wand cores.A customer would often hand the wandmaker their favorite, ancestral, or family-trusted magical substance, but Mr. Ollivander was a purist, and he believed that the cores of the best wands were never It would be the whiskers of the cat's beloved cat or the white branch that saved him from being poisoned to death, but it should be the material produced from powerful magical animals such as unicorns, fire dragons, and phoenixes.This may be why the wands he makes have always been better than any other.

"According to you, the wand also has its own personality, right?" Love interrupted and asked.

"Of course!" Mr. Ollivander nodded: "The characteristics of the wand depend on the unique tree and the magical creature it is made of. In addition, each wand starts from the moment it chooses its ideal owner. To study and teach its human companions. Wandcraft is a lifelong study, and I continue to learn it to this day."

During the conversation, the tape measure slipped to the ground and rolled into a ball, ending the measurement.Mr. Ollivander shuttled between the shelves and sifted out a few boxes based on the measurements.

"Now, Miss Granger, try this one - willow and dragon's nerve, nine inches long, very resilient.

Hermione had just taken the wand before it was snatched away by Mr. Ollivander in less than a second.

"Not so good, try this one, made of acacia wood and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, with good elasticity--nor, the nine inches of maple wood and phoenix feathers..."

Hermione took wand after wand from Mr. Ollivander, but none were very satisfactory to him.All in all, Hermione had tried more than a dozen wands, but Mr. Ollivander showed no sign of impatience. On the contrary, he seemed to be getting happier.

"A fussy customer! It's all right, come with me, please." He asked Hermione to go with him to a small room on the side of the shop.

"I keep some wands with relatively rare materials here—" Before he could finish speaking, a sudden movement interrupted his words.

A box burst out with colorful sparks like fireworks.

"Aha! Try this - vine wood, dragon's nerve, nine and three-quarter inches, a magic number!" Mr. Ollivander lunged forward, took a box, and put the wand inside Handed it to Hermione.

Hermione took the wand, and the next moment, pleasant music sounded in their ears.

"Very good!" Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands: "Congratulations, Miss Granger, you have harvested your own wand! Grapevine wands are not very common, and their owners are always those with greater ambitions." Wizards and wizards, those who look above the rest and often astonish those who think they know them best, this wand can work marvelous effects at the moment the right owner enters the entrance to a room, as you have just seen."

Hermione happily grasped the wand that belonged to her.

Mr. Ollivander wrapped her wand in brown paper and put it in a box.She excitedly held her own wand and came to her father, and excitedly whispered all the details of her wand to him.

After Hermione found her own wand, it was Love's turn.

It turned out that like Hermione, he was also a "picky" customer, and the tried wand boxes by the counter piled up into a hill, and Love still couldn't find his own wand.

Faced with this situation, Mr. Ollivander touched his chin and suddenly thought of something.He quickly ran to the edge of the shelf and pulled out a box from there.

"I should have thought of this," he said, glancing at Hermione, who was watching the situation secretly in the corner. "Dragon's nerve, laurel, thirteen inches."

When Love held the wand, he knew it was his own.

That feeling of unity of mind was very mysterious, and a silver-white shimmer shone on the magic wand in response to Love.

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful, jeez... so wonderful, so wonderful..." Mr. Ollivander uttered a series of exclamations.

Love blinked, wondering where the wonder was.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Moen. I said before that every Ollivander wand is unique because no two magical animals are exactly alike, but that's not accurate , because the material of a phoenix or dragon can make more than one wand. The nerve of the same dragon, one makes your wand, and the other makes another wand." Mr. Ollivander hand, pointing in Hermione's direction.

"Your wands are twin cores."

　The second is at six o'clock in the evening

　　
　
(End of this chapter)