After bidding farewell to the people from the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore took Carl to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. The short, fat witch had already been standing at the door of the shop with a bright smile, waiting for the two of them to arrive, and then went to

I went to Flourish Blossom Bookstore and bought the necessary textbooks with the warm hospitality of the clerk.

Flourish and Blotts Bookstore is the largest wizarding bookstore in the UK. It has a rich variety of varieties and is responsible for selling textbooks every year. From now on, Carl will buy textbooks here every year - this reminds Carl of the store that everyone knew in his previous life.

bookstore.

It was here that Carl finally understood what knowledge is wealth, and why gold coins allowed him to buy second-hand books.

Gold coins flowed out of the Gringotts bag like a waterfall and piled on the checkout counter of Flourishes and Blotts. With the blessing of magic, they automatically stacked together to form a small hill.

"Aren't there any second-hand textbooks?" Carl couldn't help complaining after leaving Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. "Don't the gold coins mean that there are second-hand textbooks?"

Dumbledore told Carl that it is not recommended to buy second-hand textbooks and magic materials if it is not necessary.

"You never know what the previous owners of those books did with the books. Most of them were good kids, but there's no guarantee that they won't leave some good jokes or make stupid mistakes. Besides, these books are sometimes revised.

, to ensure compliance with the Ministry of Magic’s new education syllabus.”

This left Karl speechless. He thought of the naughty children he met in his previous life, who tore out the pages of books, scribbled on them, and used them to make drafts.

Sure enough, even the magical world can't solve the pretentious heart of a naughty child?

Then came Partridge's Crucible Shop, where they bought a silver pot, a scale, and a brass telescope.

After buying ink and paper from the stationery store in Diagon Alley, the sun quietly turned to the west.

Dumbledore and Carl stopped for a while at a place called Florin Fusco's Ice Cream Shop. The friendly shopkeeper gave the two of them a box of ice cream each.

Dumbledore smiled and accepted.

This was the only gift that Dumbledore accepted along the way, and Carl couldn't help but take a high look at this ordinary-looking shop owner.

"All that's left now is your wand." Dumbledore ate ice cream, took out his gold watch from his pocket, looked at the time, and stroked it for a while before saying, "There's enough time, I think we can complete this now.

thing."

A magic wand.

Carl couldn't help but be fascinated.

The magic wand shop does not have a tall storefront, and even the gold-lettered signboard on the door has peeled off. But the one line of words on the signboard is enough to attract enough customers for him.

"Ollivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC."

Dumbledore praised the owner of this shop. He told Carl that the best wand master in Britain and one of the three wand masters in Europe lived here. Young wizards from all over the UK would buy wands here.

The two walked into the store, and along with the jingling sounds coming from the back of the store, Carl was led by Dumbledore to sit on the only bench in the store.

The space in the store is very small, somewhat similar to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore just now. Thousands of long and narrow paper boxes are packed on the shelves that reach the ceiling.

These cartons may be new or old, and most of them are covered with dust and lack the care of their owners.

As a result, the entire store looked even more dilapidated, looking like it was about to close down at any time.

Is this the best store in the UK and one of the top three wand masters in Europe? There is not even a clerk. After seeing the warm hospitality in other stores, Carl murmured in his heart.

But when he thought that this man had a monopoly on the wand trade in the UK, Carl felt relieved.

This is just like a certain monopoly group in the previous life.

What's wrong with poor service? No matter how bad the service is, you still have to buy it.

Anyway, hiring people or not will not affect sales, so it is better to reduce costs by not hiring people.

"Good afternoon." With the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground, an old man opened the door curtain and walked over. He seemed to be working just now, and he had an ordinary scarf tied in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Ollivander." Dumbledore greeted him with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore." Ollivander said hello again, "I heard them say this morning that you came to Diagon Alley. This is a rare thing! It has been decades ago, I think at least fifty years.

?Since you were promoted, you have never taken the little wizard to Diagon Alley again."

"Absolutely. At that time, I could still sit in the Leaky Cauldron and drink a glass of mead." Dumbledore said with emotion, "Now that I'm here, I'm just causing trouble for others."

Ollivander's eyes never left Carl. His big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dark shop: "It's not about causing trouble to others. Do you know that for others,

, you are much rarer than the animals in the Wonderful Circus."

He seemed dissatisfied with the commotion caused by Dumbledore in the morning: "Several guests heard that you were coming, and they all went out to see you. My work schedule was completely disrupted!"

"I know, so let's take a look." Dumbledore gently pushed Carl to the old man and changed the subject.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Carl heard a hint of nervousness in Dumbledore's voice.

"Very interesting, very interesting." Ollivander did not take Dumbledore's words, but looked at Carl's whole body.

He circled around Karl, pinched Karl's arms and back from time to time, and muttered words.

"Why are you here so late?"

"Little Carl experienced a car accident not long ago, and that's when he broke out into a magical riot." Dumbledore seemed to be explaining, and seemed to be telling Carl.

Ollivander raised his head: "Dumbledore, are you sure..."

There was some confusion on his face, but he quickly closed his mouth under Dumbledore's gaze.

"I don't know if there is a magic wand suitable for him. He has been depressed for too long, which in itself can easily lead to tragedy."

"I know." Dumbledore lowered his gaze and said in a low voice, "I know. But at least it's not too late now, right?"

Ollivander walked up to Karl and got closer and closer. Karl held his breath, and he could even see himself in those cloudy eyes.

There seemed to be an unspeakable mystery condensing in the air, and Karl felt an invisible pressure pressing on his shoulders, making him unable to help but straighten his waist with more strength.

He looked at him without blinking.

After an unknown amount of time, Carl's forehead had a layer of oily light. Ollivander, who was like a sculpture, suddenly straightened up and looked at Dumbledore: "The talent is powerful, isn't it?"

Before Dumbledore could answer, Ollivander had already taken out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket: "Which arm do you want to use the wand with?"

Karl breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't understand what he had just experienced, but he vaguely felt that he had passed some test: "Right hand."

"Lift your arms, okay." He began to measure Carl's size, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knees to armpits, and finally the head circumference.

"Is this the measurement here?" Looking at Ollivander's movements like an ordinary tailor, and remembering the flexible and automatic rulers he had seen in Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, Karl couldn't help but said: "I also

I thought it would be, um, more magical."

Ollivander couldn't help but glare at Carl, and then continued to concentrate on his work: "What do you think the wand is?"

"Um, a wizard's magical tool?"

"No, the wand is a mystery. Before the wand, the wizard was just a magical animal that spoke human words. It was the wand that made the wizard a wizard. Children, remember this sentence, it is not the wizard who chooses the wand, but the wand that chooses the wizard.

.”

He looked at Dumbledore: "Of course, some wizards do not think so. They insist that wands are just tools, just like humans use fire."

Dumbledore raised his hands: "That's not what I thought, Ollivander."

"Maybe." The old man snorted and lowered his gaze.

"Each Ollivander wand uses unique unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers or dragon nerves." Ollivander let go of his hand and walked towards the shelf, but the tape measures did not fall, but continued to work,

Carl's face was quickly measured.

"This requires me to measure it myself. This is a ritual. The purpose is to find an existence that is as unique as you."

"Okay." He said softly, and the tape measure fell on the ground and curled up into a ball.

"Then try this one, aspen wood, phoenix tail feathers, seven point five inches. It has a power that is enough to be relied upon by those honest and upright wizards."

Carl took the wand, and he could feel a warm current flowing from the grip along his arm into his heart.

Ollivander grabbed the wand and said, "Well, it doesn't seem that suitable." He thought for a moment and went to find another one.

This wand has a metal handle with some marks engraved on the metal ring near the handle. The wand itself is like a twisted branch with a hollow center. The tangled branches gradually shrink to the top to form a pointed head.

.

"Ebony, phoenix tail feathers, 15 inches long. This is a wonderful match, especially for those who can ignore external pressure and stick to their beliefs. It will allow his master to travel lightly, right, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore didn't reply, just smiled and nodded.

Carl took the wand. The wand was very light and its center of gravity was at the bottom. He waved it gently, and a rainbow leaped out from the tip of the wand.

"It's very beautiful." Ollivander's face was expressionless. Karl suspected that this might be just a courtesy. He stretched out his hand and took the wand away. "It suits you very well, but there is no doubt that this is not the best."

Next, Carl tried one after another, and the one that worked best was a holly wood, phoenix tail feather, eleven-inch wand.
Chapter completed!