"It doesn't seem to be it. Try this one again."

Ollivander carefully took the wand and took out another mahogany wand.

John took it, and the cardboard box next to it exploded.

"You are a picky person, try this one, yew and dragon heartstrings."

As time passed, it seemed like none of them could adapt.

Under the constant replacement, John became a little numb.

The originally tidy store had been blown to pieces. Even Watson, who was stopped by his wife outside, suspected that it was selling arms instead of wands.

"Mr. Wick, with all due respect, I have never seen a student as destructive as you."

Even the best-tempered oak and unicorn hair can exert the power of bombs in John's hands, which makes Ollivander more and more excited.

The more picky a guest is, the more sense of accomplishment he can bring to Ollivander.

"Now that I remember, it's a wand as finicky as you."

Thinking of something, Ollivander slapped his head.

The old man climbed up the shelf with swift steps, so fast that John wondered how old he was, and at the same time, he was really afraid that he would miss the mark and fall off.

After rummaging through the cardboard boxes on the shelf, Ollivander found a dusty cardboard box in his hand.

Blow it out in one breath and let the dust turn into a cloud of gray on the box and fly out.

"Red oak and ptarmigan tail feathers, nine and three-quarter inches, springy and pliable."

With a smile, he reached out and took out the wand, and Ollivander handed it to John expectantly.

A pair of eyes stared at John, nervous as if watching his daughter get married.

When John took it, an idea came to his mind for no reason.

"That's it."

Blessing to the soul.

Raise your hand and wave your wand gracefully.

There was no explosion, but little fluorescent lights came out from the tip of the wand, as gentle as a breeze, and fell on the face like bubbles.

"This is it!"

Ollivander clapped his hands happily and smiled with satisfaction.

Each magic wand is a willful child, and it is the greatest happiness to allow children to find their own partners.

Ollivander smiled and said to John: "The red oak wand is passionate about fighting. It is a warrior among wands."

"Sounds like it's more suitable for me than pencils." John also smiled, and now he didn't need to bring the pencil on the lining.

I hope the red oak is more durable than the pencil, so I won't be afraid of breaking it.

The price of a wand is 7 gold galleons.

After paying the money, John went to meet his parents.

Along the way, Watson showed great interest in John's magic wand, and even used the wand to make a morning glory bloom on his wife's head.

John snatched his wand back to prevent his father from continuing to act like a monster.

"By the way, I also want to buy an owl." John slapped his forehead.

I almost forgot that there are no telephones in Hogwarts. If you don't have an owl, you have to use the Hogwarts public owl.

Thinking of the bad-tempered owl, John thought it would be better to buy one.

Eela Owl Shop.

There was a lot of noise and flapping in the store, and the smell of owls and bird droppings made Mrs. Wick unbearable and she went out first.

"This is it."

John selected the white spot among the many owls at a glance.

It was a snowy owl, and John named it Basil.

Basil, the snowy owl, tilted his head and stared at John with the eyes on his round face, as if he wanted to remember this master.

After returning home, Watson became more playful and took various photos with John's wand.

If it weren't for John's wizard robe not being able to fit into it, he would probably have to take a few more photos wearing it.

Mrs. Wick leaned against the cupboard helplessly and looked at him, as if looking at a child who had not grown up, with a hint of smile in her eyes.

At the same time, Harry also received his gift.

A snowy owl he named Hedwig.

This is his happiest day.

John received a gift.

When Mrs. Wick took out the gift, John was startled by the moving gift box. He subconsciously pulled out his wand and held it behind his back to be alert.

Opening the gift box, a puppy emerged from inside.

It has big ears, the upper part of its head is brown, and its back is black.

Migru, the full name is Migru Harrier.

After the puppy came out, it licked John's face wildly, and the attributes of a licking dog were clearly visible.

Mrs. Wick smiled at this heartwarming scene, leaned into Watson's arms and said warmly:

"Both your father and I feel that we cannot let you bring spiders or mice to school. This little baby is our first-school gift to you."

Watson also nodded and mouthed silently, obviously saying that was your mother's idea.

Watson, who has become a fan of wizards at some point, does not think mice are bad.

Come on, take a mouse to school, that would be super cool.

John felt that if his father was a wizard, he must be a Gryffindor.

This spirit of exploration of everything and the adventurous spirit that is not afraid of death are the perfect embodiment of those little lions.

"Thank you, mom. I also think it's not good to bring a mouse."

John, who also has a distaste for mice, liked the gift very much. After all, the mice reminded John of a plot in Harry Potter.

It seems that there was a greasy middle-aged man who turned into a mouse. When he returned to human form, he was disgusted.

He picked up the puppy. This puppy was only a few months old, and its tail was swaying like a propeller.

"Give your pet a name. I named the first toy car your grandma gave me."

Watson regrets that he was not able to buy his son a black widow as a pet.

Father and son have always had the same taste in choosing names.

John held the puppy in his arms and faced the dog-licking attack.

"What about a name? Let me think about it. Let's call him Tom."

Well, this Tom is the one from Tom and Jerry, definitely not Voldemort’s real name.

In this way, John got his first dog.

Chapter 4 The Minister of Magic and the Juggernaut

September 1st.

The Wick family sent their son to King's Cross station.

Watson was wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding the address in his hand and checking it over and over again, trying to make sure he had read it correctly.

"Nine and three-quarters?"

Watson has lived in England for so long, but he has never heard of such a platform at King's Cross Station.

The family wandered around for a long time but still couldn't find it.

John glanced at Watson, who was still interested, and didn't even bother to reveal that he took the initiative to see those legendary wizard trains.

As a Muggle, it is inevitable to be curious about magical things.

John, who had watched the plot, naturally knew where to find the third pillar between the ninth and tenth platforms.

John turned around and waved goodbye to his father. Under his father's stunned gaze, he crashed into the pillar.

There was a lot of luggage on hand, so John accidentally bumped into a little girl when he was crossing the platform.

"oops."

Two bags collide.

The body that has been trained for many years plays an important role at this moment.

He walked steadily, as steadily as an old dog.

The weak wizard who collided with him was not so lucky, and was knocked to pieces.

The luggage fell to the ground, scattering books everywhere.

Power vs magic, game one.

Strength wins.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing that he had hit someone, John hurried over to help the little wizard who fell upside down.

At the same time, he helped to pick up the books scattered on the ground.

While picking up the book, he looked up at the little wizard's face.

The other party has already put on the wizard's robe, has thick and unkempt brown hair, and piercing brown eyes, but what attracts the most attention are the two rabbit-like front teeth.

John exclaimed in surprise as he had no other merits but honesty.

"Your front teeth are really big."

Hermione, who was about to say it was okay, instantly darkened when she heard this.

As the daughter of a dentist, her front teeth are larger than those of other children. This is the last thing she wants to be mentioned.

This man bumped into her front teeth and laughed at her, and Hermione didn't want to look good on John.

John still didn't know that the person he bumped into was Hermione from The Little Three. After all, Hermione was beautified in the Harry Potter movies.

Besides, after so many years, the fact that he can remember some of the plots is due to the success of Harry Potter in his previous life.

But it would be really difficult for him to remember some details.

John, who had inadvertently offended others, picked up the scattered books, stacked them and put them back. John smiled, he was so graceful.

But Hermione opposite him didn't have a good impression.

"Thanks."

After thanking him hurriedly, she no longer wanted to talk to this person, pushed her luggage hard and walked away quickly.

John thought it was because the little girl was shy, so he brushed his hair with his hand and said sadly and narcissistically: "My damn charm."

On the train.

John came earlier, and there were still many empty carriages on the train.

He casually entered a carriage and sat down, looking out the window boredly.

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