From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Every wand made by Ollivander is waiting for the arrival of its owner. Unfortunately, some people's owls did not deliver the letter in time.

William couldn't remember where he heard this, but William, who rarely watched movies, didn't feel much about it at the time. At this moment, when he was testing the eighteenth wand, this sentence popped into his head for no reason.

After going through a measuring process that was even more careful than that of a tailor, Ollivander took down a bunch of wands from the wall and let him try them step by step.

Although he didn't think there was anything magical about these steps, William still cooperated with everything and waved the wands according to Ollivander's requirements.

These new wands were not as resistant to William's swings as the previous ones, but before William could try to use magic, Ollivander would take the wand away, seal it away, and then take out the wand from the next box and hand it over.

When the nineteenth wand was handed over, William took it subconsciously, only to find that the wood that was supposed to be slightly cool became warm, even a little burning, but it didn't hurt. Instead, it felt like someone was freezing in the winter when his hands and feet were cold. It's like being handed a hot water bottle, making people reluctant to let go.

He relaxed his hand slightly, and the wand slipped a few inches, and then became extremely handy, as if his arm had been extended.

The silver stars quickly fell from the top of the wand, turning into brilliant fireworks in the blink of an eye, pulling out a beautiful light curtain in mid-air.

"Okay, great, perfect fit."

Ollivander clapped and praised; "Thirteen inches, cedar wood, unicorn hair, it chose you."

"I think so too." William showed the happiest smile since coming to the magic world. It felt as if a best friend had held his hand just now, making him feel that he was no longer struggling alone. .

He has no intention of figuring out what the materials mean at this moment. Even if he trades a Gundam for him, he won't be willing to do so. What does the materials matter?

If poverty hadn't blocked his last sanity at the moment, he would have wanted to throw away all the money he had, just with this magic wand.

"Eleven Galleons, only the first wand for new students is discounted." Mr. Ollivander told him with a smile.

It was far cheaper than he thought. William resisted the desire to grab a handful of gold and carefully counted out eleven galleons and handed it over - there was no doubt that this person in front of him was a real master.

The independent business is so rigorous and every detail of the work is completed seriously-those people in Canada who are losing money selling swords and making staffs should reflect on why they are doing this.

Saying goodbye to Mr. Ollivander again, William left the shop directly with two wands.

He originally had a lot of things to do, but at this moment those things were all pushed behind by William.

What he needs now is not a mess of potion ingredients, nor magic that he has never seen before, nor galleons or other currencies, but a quiet and undisturbed room to get familiar with his first wand. , and then used this wand to become familiar with the magic he had secretly learned for a long time in Azkaban.

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The Leaky Cauldron.

Although Old Tom was a little puzzled that William did not enjoy the free air outside after being released from prison, he just informed William of the meal time and did not say anything else - if he missed the time, the free meals would be replaced by paid evening meals. Special food.

After William responded, he couldn't wait to return to the house and locked the door.

Although it is impossible for Old Tom's tavern to have such bloody situations as murder and robbery, William still did so subconsciously.

Next, he spent less than ten minutes moving away the furniture and debris on the floor to make a medium-sized practice area for himself.

"Huh," William took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, raised his wand, and released the first magic in his life.

"Lumos!"

The newly acquired wand lit up, and the seemingly soft light was not suppressed even in the sunlight.

"Ha," William breathed out and collapsed on the bed - if he had to learn to release even the simplest magic bit by bit, he would probably become the funniest professor in the history of Hogwarts.

Once the label of being kicked out of Hogwarts because of lack of strength is added, William will probably be able to go to sea to make a living in other places, and most likely he will starve to death due to lack of ability.

"The next magic is the levitation spell."

"Don't read the key points of spell casting incorrectly, otherwise you may summon a cow--"

William was very careful. Summoning a cow was probably a joke to the students, but he actually had enough magic power to summon a cow.

After a few seconds, the quill used for the experiment floated perfectly - a success.

Clear water like a spring - success.

Alajo Cave Opened - Success.

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By the time it was almost time to eat, William had successfully experimented with more than a dozen simple spells that didn't target him. It would take no more than three experiments to succeed. However, these simple spells were not difficult to release, and William's magic power was enough. It's not that difficult at all.

With the joy of success, William went down the stairs in a few steps, causing Old Tom to shout for safety several times.

When the food was served, Old Tom couldn't help but ask: "What, little William, did you rob Gringotts?"

"Hey, I just came out of that damn place, and I have no intention of giving credit to the batters."

"Is there a pureblood who has taken a fancy to your face and is going to make you spend less time fighting?"

"I think so, but purebloods only want purebloods?" William deliberately agreed with the joke. His current joy could only be shared with others in this way.

"That's not necessarily true. There are more than just mistresses who are purebloods."

"Go, go, be careful, I will report you for mixing alcohol in the water!" William pretended to be angry.

"So this is pure wine, so you have to pay extra." Old Tom was not annoyed and spread his hands with a smile.

William took out a Nat and pretended to be generous, "Take it and take it. There is no need to look for it."

The crowd of people watching started laughing, and the tavern was in a happy mood.

Old Tom was not polite. He picked up the Copper Nut without any objection, shook it towards a group of drunkards, and left proudly - now he was sure that the life in Azkaban had not brought any harm to the little guy in front of him. How dark.

William also showed a proud face to the people around him, walked to the bar in a few steps, and gave everyone present a glass of wine, venting all his happiness in this way.

The atmosphere in the tavern became more and more lively.