Hogwarts, where the stars shine

The afternoon sun was exceptionally bright, and Mesa could not control its mood at this moment.

Thanks to the rest in the darkroom, Mesa has returned to normal, and his internal organs are in their proper places.But Gamp's old social wine still left an indelible shadow on him, and he never wanted to see this brand of beer again in Mesa.

Under the leadership of Old Tom, Mesa walked through the bar and came to the small patio surrounded by walls.There is nothing here except a trash can and some weeds.

Old Tom took out his wand and tapped the tip of the wand three times on the wall.

Immediately, the brick he knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became larger and larger.Soon, a wide archway appeared in front of Mesa, leading to a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

"Young Mr. Black," said Old Tom, "this is Diagon Alley."

Without waiting for Mesa to respond, Old Tom turned and walked back to the bar. He would give the new students at Hogwarts some help within his ability, but this did not mean that he had to take care of these new students like a nanny.

Besides, Old Tom has given Mesa enough help.

Mesa walked forward along the archway. Behind him, the archway suddenly narrowed, and then returned to its original solid wall.

The closest to the Leaky Cauldron is a cauldron shop called Patchy's. There are all kinds of cauldrons piled in front of the store, and there is also a pure gold cauldron in the window.

According to the items listed on the list, Mesa needs to purchase a standard size 2 pewter crucible to learn how to make potions.But instead of entering the store, Mesa walked deeper along the long cobblestone street.

The wand was the item Mesa couldn't wait to buy.

There are restaurants, shops, and stalls on both sides of the street: the Quidditch boutique is filled with eager children, the Owl Shop makes a low and soft whine, the Magic Joke Shop is a paradise for trick-or-treaters, and the Potions Shop The display window is filled with baskets of bat spleens and eel eyeballs...

A snow-white building stands tall above the surrounding shops. Next to the shiny bronze door, stands a goblin wearing a scarlet uniform with gold. It is Gringotts, the bank of wizards.

When he was about to reach the end of the alley, Mesa stopped, and a small and shabby shop appeared in front of him.

The gold sign on the door has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC.In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

With excitement and anticipation, Mesa pushed open the door and entered.

The store does not give people a sense of openness. The store is very small, with only one bench and thousands of long and narrow boxes almost reaching the ceiling.

In the heart-rending silence, an old man appeared extremely suddenly. His big silver-white eyes were like two moons hanging high in the night sky.

"Good afternoon," Garrick Ollivander said softly.

"Hello sir, I need to buy a wand." Mesa said useless nonsense.

What else can you do in a wand shop but not buy wand-related items? Buy a wooden cauldron?

Ollivander walked up to Mesa and said, "Oh, of course, of course. As a new student at Hogwarts, you do need to buy a wand from me and use it to guide your magical power." "

As he spoke, he took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket.Ollivander continued: "So, which arm do you prefer?"

"Right hand, sir." Mesa raised his right hand and gestured.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ollivander began to measure Mesa.First, measure from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, from the shoulder to the floor, from the knee to the armpit, and finally, measure the head circumference very carefully.

Ollivander took the measurements and introduced the wands in his shop to Mesa in detail.

In his words, every Ollivander wand is unique. Even if it is made from the same tree and the same magical creature, there are no two identical wands in the world.

Watching Ollivander walk back to the shelves, Mesa was a little curious - whether Ollivander would give a detailed introduction to every customer who came to the store, and talk at length about the characteristics of the wand.

So, is what I just said about the wand considered Ollivander’s classic saying?

After a while, Ollivander came back holding a pile of long boxes. His pale fingers danced on the long boxes. He said: "Come on, try this one first. Made of black walnut and unicorn hair." Yes, exactly ten inches."

Mesa took the wand and waved it according to Snape's movements.

I don’t know whether I should say the effect was good or bad. Following Mesa’s movements, a row of slender boxes on the shelf flew away one after another and fell to the ground.However, this is not the effect Mesa wants to see.

Ollivander obviously thought so too, as he snatched the black walnut wand back.It was as if he was afraid that if he slowed down a little, the store would be violently demolished by Mesa.

"Try this one. Made of applewood and dragon heartstrings. Eleven inches long."

Ollivander handed over a new wand, and this time Ollivander snatched the applewood wand back before Mesa could wave it.

"No, it's not this one." Ollivander kept picking out the wand, "Ah... how about this one! Of course a picky customer needs a picky wand!"

As he spoke, Ollivander handed a wand made of harder acacia wood into Mesa's hand.

But facts have proven that picky guests and picky wands are not necessarily compatible. This "picky" combination did not have the imagined effect of 1+1>2.

After the acacia wand, Mesa successively tried aspen, blackthorn, cedar, English oak, etc. The core of the wand also went back and forth between phoenix tail feathers, unicorn hair, and dragon heartstrings. switch.

Even though there was a mountain of wands piled up on the counter, Mesa still couldn't find a wand that perfectly suited her.

Ollivander did not show any impatience, but became more and more happy, his big silver eyes shining with excitement.

Just when Mesa was wondering if Ollivander had that serious illness, the well-known master in Europe pulled out a slender box from the shelf and placed it in front of Mesa.

"Ebony, dragon heartstrings, eleven and one-half inches, very elastic." Ollivander spoke softly while gently opening the box containing the wand.

This is an impressive wand. The texture of the wand's body is like famous mountains and rivers, but also like flowing water. The silver pattern on the handle is also just right, neither looking exaggerated nor falling into the trap.

The charm of ebony lies not only in visual appreciation, but also in hand caressing.The tentacles of the wand are warm and delicate, just like precious satin or black jade.

Holding this ebony wand, a warm current spreads from the fingertips to the heart, and then to the limbs.Mesa felt as if his arms had grown longer, suddenly but not abruptly, as if he was born this way.

Mesa casually waved the ebony wand like an arm, and the slender empty box flew into the air, dancing gracefully under the command of the wand.

Ollivander clapped his hands and cheered, looking very satisfied. He said loudly: "Oh, great, oh, really, great!"

"Choose the wizard who suits you with your wand. For an ebony wand, the happiest thing is to be held in the hands of a brave person." Ollivander said as he put Mesa's wand into the box. Wrap in brown paper.

According to Ollivander's wand theory: Ebony is suitable for all offensive magic and transfiguration.The people who are most suited to an ebony wand are those wizards who remain unwavering in their beliefs, regardless of external pressures.

Of course, Mesa didn't know these wand theories, nor did he know that Ollivander had said to many people that "the wand chooses the wizard." He didn't know that everyone who took the wand from Ollivander The little wizard felt like he was the son of destiny when he stepped out of this store.

Mesa, who knew nothing, paid nine gold galleons. It is said that ebony is one of the most precious and rare woods in the world, and its growth cycle is extremely slow.

From this moment on, Mesa had his own wand and officially started his journey as a wizard.