Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Elderberry.

This particular word immediately caught Alan's attention, but he quickly reacted and hid his surprise.

Fortunately, no one noticed the change in Alan's expression. Mr. Ollivander did not pay attention to him after saying these words, but paid attention to Professor McGonagall's expression.

Professor McGonagall on the side was thoughtful but said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Ollivander was silent for a while and said, "That is a mythical legend. Many people just regard it as a fairy tale... Forget it, let's continue talking about this wand."

He put the wand in front of Allen with a serious look on his face, as if an old father was about to hand his beloved little daughter into the hands of another man.

"In addition to elderberry and unicorn horn, I also decorated this wand with dozens of precious materials as auxiliary materials to increase its power. But at the time, I was only focusing on piling up precious materials and forgot one thing, that is No matter how powerful a wand is, it needs a master."

"When this wand was completed, I discovered that it was so powerful that it was so arrogant that it disdained to follow ordinary wizards. But today, after I saw the characteristics in you, I was thinking, maybe you can surrender it ”

Mr. Ollivander looked at Allen with encouraging eyes, "Maybe your talent of bringing fear to the core material can give this wand a different kind of shock."

On the side, Professor McGonagall watched this scene with mixed emotions.

She really wanted to say that an eleven-year-old student was not suitable to hold such a dangerous-sounding wand, and the other person was not an ordinary eleven-year-old boy, but a [maverick] child.

Professor McGonagall couldn't imagine what kind of trouble Alan would cause at Hogwarts after getting such a powerful wand.

But choosing a wizard's first wand is a very ritualistic thing, and Professor McGonagall is unwilling to ruin it.

"I hope I won't regret it." Professor McGonagall sighed inwardly.

Under Mr. Ollivander's expectant eyes and Professor McGonagall's doubtful gaze, Allen felt a sense of ritual. He hesitated for a long time, wondering if he should give a speech first or something.

Well, reason suppressed Allen's thoughts of causing trouble, and Allen no longer thought about it and reached out his hand to hold the special wand.

The moment he took the wand into his hands, Allen felt tremendous pressure from the wand.

It felt like there were countless eyes staring at me, especially one of the pure eyes that put the greatest pressure on Allen looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Suddenly, these eyes seemed to see something that frightened them, and they hid one after another. Only the last pure gaze hesitated for a long time, and finally closed slowly.

The next moment, Allen opened his eyes. At the same time, the wand held by Allen sprayed out a pure white cloud, which looked particularly peaceful and beautiful.

"It seems to be a success. I never thought I would see someone pick up this wand in my lifetime." Mr. Ollivander sighed.

Allen didn't speak. He stared at the white cloud above the wand, always feeling like it was a white flag of surrender.

So this wand is not so much suitable for me as it is because it scares me?

How can I be a little wizard with a hunting level of no more than level 1?

…

Now that I have the wand, the next thing to do is pay the bill.

When it came time to pay, Allen felt numb.

I had been visiting Ollivander before and heard how awesome this wand was. It was made of top-notch materials and carefully made. Because of the filter in the wizarding world, Alan didn't realize it yet. When he was about to pay the bill, Alan woke up.

What’s the difference between this fucking routine and TV shopping?

But the wands were all holding white flags in their hands, and Allen was too embarrassed to say that he would choose an ordinary one. He could only bite the bullet and ask, "Mr. Ollivander, how much does this wand cost?"

When he said this, Allen was already thinking about how to repay the debt. Professor McGonagall said that the material cost of this thing is not cheap, so don't force yourself to find those disgusting goblins for loans.

Damn it, why do other time travelers have no worries about food and drink when they travel across time? Not only do I have to worry about my own food and drink, I even have to worry about buying a wand.

At this time, Allen did not expect Professor McGonagall to help him. To put it bluntly, the relationship between the two was just a student and a professor, not a relative. No matter how kind Professor McGonagall was, he was not a bully who would help others spend money.

"You definitely can't afford the price of this wand." Sure enough, Mr. Ollivander's words made Allen's heart sink to the bottom as soon as he spoke, but judging from the other person's tone, there was probably a "but" after it. , so Allen hasn’t given up yet.

"But..." Sure enough, Mr. Ollivander continued, "But I believe that your future is limitless, so the wand money can be postponed. Don't worry, you won't be charged interest."

Allen breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"Then let's keep the accounts for now. I won't charge you for the crafting fee for this wand, but only the material fee. The total is..." Mr. Ollivander lowered his head and calculated, and said with a smile, "Twelve thousand plus Long."

Twelve thousand Galleons!

Hearing this number, Allen covered his beating heart.

I really want to file for bankruptcy.