Witcher at Hogwarts

After receiving their wages, Ethan and Dumbledore walked out of Gringotts and walked towards Ollivander's Wand Shop. When they passed by a candy store that exuded a rich butter fragrance, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly lit up, "Er. Professor Mori, please wait for me for a moment." After saying this, Dumbledore happily squeezed into the candy store.

When he came out again, Dumbledore had a generation of black candies in his hands, and Ethan even found that the candies were still squirming.

"Would you like one? This is my favorite candy, called Cockroach Pile," Dumbledore introduced to Ethan enthusiastically.

Ethan looked into the bag, and the candies in front of him certainly lived up to the name Cockroach Pile. Each candy was like a lifelike cockroach, crawling back and forth in the bag in Dumbledore's hand, which looked a little scary.

"Here's one, thank you." Ethan reached out and pulled out a cockroach from the bag. He carefully observed the workmanship of the cockroach. Ethan was surprised to find that the candy cockroach still looked like a real one after being pinched in his hand. He kept struggling like a cockroach, trying to escape from the grasp of Ethan's fingers.

Ethan put the cockroach candy into his mouth. The lively cockroach candy stopped moving as soon as it entered his mouth. Only then did Ethan realize that this weird-looking pile of cockroaches actually tasted unusually good. The shell of the cockroach pile was There is a layer of coffee powder, and the sweet chocolate sauce inside will burst out when you bite it. It is a wonderful combination in terms of taste.

"Oh my gosh, this tastes really good." Ethan exclaimed in surprise.

"Many people will miss this wonderful delicacy because of the horrible appearance of the cockroach pile." Dumbledore sighed to Ethan.

Ethan was busy visiting various shops in Diagon Alley, and soon came to a shabby shop.

Ollivander's Wand Shop looked crowded, cramped, and shabby. There is a wand on display in front of the window on a faded purple mat, and the sign on the door is peeling off, which reads, "Excellent wands have been made since 382 BC."

Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked into the wand shop, followed closely by Ethan. The shop was very small, with nothing else but a bench in the corner. Thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes containing wands were stacked from floor to ceiling, leaving a thin layer of dust everywhere.

"Oh my god, welcome, Professor Dumbledore." An old man poked his head out from a pile of boxes. The old man's hair was slightly disheveled, and his pair of silver-white glasses looked at the two visitors who entered his store in surprise. .

"Are you here to repair your wand, Mr. Dumbledore? Sir, what can I do for you?" Ollivander looked at Ethan, his eyes resting on the two long swords behind Ethan. After a while, Ollivander has a very good memory. Even if it is a wand sold decades ago, Ollivander can recognize the owner of the wand at a glance. This may be a tradition passed down by the Ollivander family. Talent. But Ollivander can guarantee that he has never received such a strange guest.

"I'm here to help Ethan, the new professor at Hogwarts, choose the first wand." Dumbledore looked at Ollivander and said with a smile.

"Oh, okay, it's rare to see an adult wizard, but Ollivander never refuses a customer." Mr. Ollivander took out a long silver measuring tape from his pocket.

"But I have to correct you, Mr. Dumbledore, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand." Ollivander said sternly.

"Professor Ethan, do you use that arm to cast spells?"

"Left hand, I hold the sword with my right hand."

Ollivander raised his glasses and looked at the two long swords behind Ethan again.

"Oh, okay, please raise your arms."

The silver tape measure began to automatically measure Ethan's size, from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit. Finally, the tape measure measured Ethan's head circumference, and then flew back to Ollivander's hand.

Ethan was a little curious about the use of these measurement data. The wands were all finished products anyway, but in the end he didn't ask.

"A combination of willow wood and dragon heart tendon, twelve inches long. This is a powerful wand. Come and try it, Mr. Ethan."

Ethan took the wand and waved it lightly, and a burst of dazzling sparks flew out from the tip of the wand.

"Obviously, he is not suitable for you Mr. Ethan"

Ollivander handed Ethan a new wand, and Ethan waved it lightly, and the wand shot out a beam of light, making a hole in the cabinet opposite.

"Obviously it's not this." Ollivander said regretfully.

Next, Ethan tried one wand after another, but unfortunately none of them were suitable. As time passed by, Ollivander's forehead was already filled with beads of sweat.

It was also the third time that Dumbledore went out to buy snacks. At this time, Dumbledore was holding a bowl of strawberry-flavored ice cream sprinkled with icing sugar and eating it deliciously.

"You are such a picky guest, Mr. Ethan. Ollivander wiped the sweat from his forehead, but this is not your problem. Please come with me." Ollivander motioned for Ethan to follow him, completely ignoring the words on the counter. Stacks of wands.

Ethan followed Ollivander into the basement of Ollivander's wand shop. The basement was very dark. The only thing that provided illumination was an old oil lamp hanging on the wall. Ollivander had a stack of wand boxes in the basement. He rummaged back and forth on the tall cabinet, and the dust stirred up made him cough.

"Aha, this is it." Ollivander seemed to have found something, and handed Ethan a wooden box that looked very old and was wrapped in thin wires.

It took the two of them a while to untie the thin thread wrapping the box, revealing the dirty box's true appearance.

Ollivander opened the box and there was a white wand lying inside. "Yes, that's it! Ollivander seemed a little excited. This was the last bold attempt of the Ollivander family. Unfortunately, this wand has never been seen. To the right owner.”

"The body of the staff is the forearm bone of a ghoul, and the core of the staff is the spinal cord of a dementor." Ollivander deliberately lowered his voice when talking about dementors.

The moment Ethan held the wand, an indescribable feeling filled Ethan's body, as if the wand was his own arm, and the tip of the wand also spurted out bursts of cold air, blowing Ollie away. Vander sneezed.

"Haha, that's great. It suits you Mr. Ethan very well. This wand has been with the Ollivander family for thousands of years. Today it finally found a suitable owner." Ollivander looked very excited.

The two finally walked out of the basement and returned to the front desk. After learning that the thousand-year-old wand had finally found its owner, Dumbledore also congratulated Ollivander and Ethan.

The wand without the Hogwarts subsidy was twenty gold galleons, and Ethan paid the bill happily. Ollivander was obviously very excited that the wand finally found its owner, and actually gave Ethan another set of wand maintenance. The set and additional wands come with one year of free maintenance and repair.

Finally, Ethan said goodbye to Ollivander happily, and left Ollivander's wand shop with Dumbledore, who was holding the garbage he made while eating snacks while waiting for Ethan.