Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"Mr. Bagshot, I must say this sincerely - the environment on the second floor is really great, and it is very suitable for holding various book clubs."

"Since you pay more attention to the influence brought by the bookstore, allowing the clerks to proactively provide services will undoubtedly improve the overall evaluation of the bookstore."

"Even if they don't buy a book, they will still order a cup of black tea and a dessert. Coupled with the staff's service and elegant environment, the style of the bookstore itself will be improved."

"It's very exciting!" Bagshot showed a bright smile. "Actually, this bookstore is my family's business. I want to go further and give the bookstore some personal characteristics of mine."

"It's a pity that I haven't found a better way, so I can only stand still. Today, from your mouth, I found a brand new path..."

"Let the store staff serve customers well and let customers realize that Flourish and Blotts Bookstore is a special place. It is a wonderful idea and has benefited me a lot!"

Weizet waved his hands repeatedly, "I hope I can help you. After all, I have been reading here all morning."

He is actually just a porter of ideas. This model was not uncommon in bookstores in previous lives.

Bagshot thanked him anyway, not only covering all his future teaching material expenses, but also permanently reserving a seat for him on the second floor.

As long as Weizet comes to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to read, everything from tea to desserts will be provided for free.

Bagshot took Weizet to a small and shabby store, "Weizet, this is Ollivander's Wand Store. Remember to come to the bookstore often."

"If there is a chance..." Vizette nodded repeatedly, "Thank you for sending me here."

Watching Weizet enter the store, Bagshot did not return to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, but turned into the Florin cold drink shop nearby.

He walked briskly to the deepest place, where a silver-haired old man sat.

Dumbledore was eating candy, with a pile of lemon sorbets in front of him, "Clothar, you're here! What's your impression of Wizette?"

"A very smart kid!" Bagshot sat down with a blush on his face. "If it weren't for those reports, I wouldn't have been able to see a hint of the Obscurus in him."

"He has a maturity that is far beyond his peers, and so does his thinking. Merlin's beard! You may not imagine that I actually got inspiration from him!"

"He gave me a brilliant idea that would allow me to leave my name in the family history... Maybe Bathilda can also write down this incident and write it into the History of Magic!"

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Dumbledore said with a bit of surprise in his voice, "Can you tell me in detail?"

Chapter 11 The Unsuitable Wand

Five minutes later, after listening to Bagshot's story, Dumbledore had a faint smile on his face and said, "What a good boy!"

Bagshot asked: "Principal Dumbledore, is Weizet really the Obscurus? I can't feel this either from his words or his actions."

"This child has a kind of affinity. To be honest... even without your instructions, I'm afraid I wouldn't be wary of him. It's amazing."

"Then it depends on whether you believe it or not." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea. "Weizet is indeed an Obscurus. This is what I have seen with my own eyes."

"The situation was urgent, and people from the Ministry of Magic arrived before me. He escaped from the Obscurus state without my help."

"He actually relied on his own perseverance to recover. He is only at the age of a freshman, right?" Bagshot said in disbelief.

"In the morning, I thought you were worried that he was not stable enough, so you asked me to pay more attention to him and find an opportunity to chat with him..."

"You actually got the wrong idea..." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "I just saw Weizet lingering in the bookstore for a long time, worried that he would rarely communicate with others, so he didn't dare to buy books."

"That's why I asked you to help take care of him. If he needs anything, you can try to help... You really helped me a lot this time, and I will keep it in mind."

"No, no, no! Principal Dumbledore, you are joking!" Bagshot waved his hands repeatedly, "I am the one who has gained a lot, and I have to thank you."

"If we continue to be so humble, maybe we can think about what to eat tonight." Dumbledore glanced at the time. "I have an interview this afternoon and I will go back to the Leaky Cauldron later."

"Okay, it's time for me to go back to the bookstore." Bagshot had already stood up, "I'll take my leave now."

Looking at Bagshot's brisk steps, Dumbledore was slightly lost in thought, "Arianna... at least this time I won't make the same mistake again..."

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For modern wizards, the wand is a necessity that affects every aspect of life.

As one of the oldest buildings in Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop is really inconspicuous.

The store's facade is small and dilapidated, and the gold-lettered signboard on the door is mottled. You can vaguely see the embossed text - Ollivander: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC.

The display glass case was dusty, and an old wand lay on a faded purple upholstery.

Weizet pushed the door open and walked into the store. It was quiet here, with only a narrow aisle leading to the store.

This is more like a wand warehouse than a store.

There are shelves on both sides of the aisle, and inside are wooden boxes one after another, like bricks, stacked from the floor to the ceiling.

The space in the store is also very small, with a patinated bench in the corner.

Ring, ring, ring...

The pleasant sound of wind chimes echoed in the store, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Vizet like the wind.

Ollivander is an old man with silver hair and no beard, and his extremely light silver-white eyes are eye-catching.

In the dim store, these eyes are like two bright moons, which can emit light.

Ollivander's voice is soft, "Good afternoon, after the secrecy law came into effect, the Obscure are rare. You are a special guest... Vizet, I am happy to serve you."

There is a sense of joy in his tone, "It is unprecedented to have an Obscure who has the opportunity to touch the wand... Which hand do you usually use?"

"Right hand."

"Okay, please raise your arm and relax a little, I'm just measuring your size."

As he spoke, a tape measure jumped out of Ollivander's shirt pocket.

The tape measure stopped on Vizzet's shoulder, slowly rolled to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, shoulder to the ground, and circled close to the forehead.

The store seemed to come alive at this moment. Ollivander shuttled between the shelves, and waved his hand and three wooden boxes were put into his arms.

"Here, there are differences in wood, wand core, length... every aspect... every wand is unique."

"Of course, you can always find a wand that suits you here. Try this one, alloy acacia wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, and tough texture."

This is a wand that looks like amber throughout, and the carvings on it follow the wood grain, giving a sense of leisure.

Vizzet held the wand in his hand, and before he even had time to hold it tightly, it was taken away by Ollivander.

"It feels wrong... Try this one, blackthorn wood, snake nerve, twelve and a half inches, very elastic."

Almost replicating the previous action, Vizzet didn't have time to hold the wand tightly, and Ollivander had already taken the wand away.

"Try this one, holly, phoenix feather, thirteen and three-quarters inches, moderately hard and soft."

"Cedar, unicorn tail hair, ten and three-fifths inches, no!"

Olivander introduced it in a rambling manner, moving back and forth on the shelves, showing a sensitivity that did not belong to this age group.

Vizet took one wand after another, and then these wands were taken away again...

The wands and wand boxes were scattered on the ground, piling up unconsciously.

"What about this one? Ebony, dragon heartstring, nine inches..."

"Elder, snake nerve, eleven inches..."

I hate you

"Laurel, phoenix feather..."

As time passed, the wand boxes piled up higher and higher, like a small mountain.

Ollivander, who was in high spirits, finally stopped and kept talking excitedly, "I really didn't expect that I had tried almost all kinds of magic. How could this happen?"

Faced with such a situation, if it weren't for the shield magic he had used before, I'm afraid Vizet would have doubted whether he had a talent for magic.

"Vizet, I need more information." Ollivander rubbed his hands and said impatiently, "Would you like to tell me about your previous experiences?"

"Try not to recall bad things, pick something happy and interesting to tell me... It's best to tell me about things before you met Dumbledore."

Vizet asked his doubts, "Mr. Ollivander, is there a problem? Why is there no wand suitable for me?"

"It's common for wizards to be picky about wands." Ollivander smiled, "Wands choose wizards, and wizards also choose wands."

"To complete the pairing, sometimes it takes a lot of effort. We have to trace the source... Tell me about your previous experiences!"

"What happened before you met Dumbledore..." Vizet frowned and began to recall the past.

"Yes! It's good to be interested in something."

"In the wizard's home, there is a book that records magic. It looks very old. I am very interested in it."

"A book that records ancient magic?" Ollivander showed a thoughtful look, "I have an idea. Wait for me here for a while."

He took out his wand and waved it at the wand on the ground. The wand returned to the box in an orderly manner and then flew back to its original position.

Not long after, he appeared from the shadows deep in the store, holding a silver-blue box in his hand.

Vizet stared at the cyclone logo on the box in a trance. He was too familiar with this logo.

There is the same logo in the "Wizard's Field Guide".

Chapter 12 Diagon Alley Flashes for You

Olivander's expression was complicated, "To be honest, although it was made by the Ollivander family, it is not a complete wand."

"My grandfather once mentioned to me that this wand has a special purpose. Under normal circumstances, it may not be as good as an ordinary wand."

Vizet took the box and carefully pulled out the lining.