A suitable wand not only allows the wizard's mana to be fully utilized, but also infinitely amplifies the power of the spell.

The first thing to do when entering Diagon Alley is of course buying a suitable magic wand.

However, Vincent, who was in the Ollivander wand shop, had tried eleven wands.

[Ollivander's Wand Shop, which has been well-made since 382 BC--]

He thought of the slogans on the seriously painted gold sign outside the store, and he was very suspicious of the professionalism of the wand store.

The boxes and dust scattered all over the ground were obviously because the magic wand was not crafted, so when I first held it, I accidentally let the tip of the wand explode a large cloud of air.

The shop owner Ollivander handed a magic wand, "Child, please try this one again."

Although he had said this for the twelfth time, his silver-white eyes were still full of confidence.

Vincent held the wand made of walnut and the heart nerves of the fire dragon in a nervous mood.

As expected, the tip of the stick exploded the air around it again.

Mag, who was prepared, waved his hand to offset the impact of this that could cause a lot of dust in the store.

Apart from the first two times, it was the tenth time she had cast a staffless spell.

Even Eric, who was least interested in magic, could perfectly restore her entire set of actions at this time.

Not only did Ollivander's face not feel any loss, but he became excited, "Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are an extremely picky guest!"

There was even an indescribable fanaticism in his eyes when he looked at Vincent.

Ollivander once again walked towards the pile of magic wand boxes.

"Mr. Wayne, your body is the best choice for a longer wand."

Ollivander, who returned, held an old box full of wrinkled dust,

"If even this wand can't satisfy you, I think no one in Europe can create a more suitable one."

Vincent smiled awkwardly and politely: "It's okay, I believe in your eyes."

Ollivander had already said this, and he felt that the wand in the long box in front of him would definitely not be the defective products he had just made.

If you don’t have a system or two, you don’t have gold fingers. No matter how special you are, you can’t have magic power and can’t use a magic wand with it.

Vincent had a very strong premonition that the thirteenth wand would belong to him.

Olivande opened the old box and said, "Altar is the least likely wood to bend, or the most suitable wand wood for casting silent spells."

He carefully held up a light gray wand that was fifteen inches long.

"Alder is very stubborn, so stubborn that even if it breaks, it will not change its original straight lines."

The front end of this wand is thin, and some unknown strange bird is carved at the bottom. The wand wraps the metal tail feathers.

If you use it to knock on the head, you will definitely be very good at it.

Olivande handed it over with reluctance, "The phoenix tail feather in the core of the staff was taken from an ancient phoenix in the east."

Vincent stared at the unknown strange bird with a particularly surprised expression, "Is this what the phoenix looks like?"

"Yes." Ollivander's silver-white eyes were a little remembrance, "She is the largest phoenix I have ever seen in my life.

Her singing is so beautiful that I have never forgotten it. In order to get her tail feather, I tried my best to do everything."

Vincent didn't care that Ollivand used the word "she" to describe the phoenix.

The wizards have their own strange personalities, so he doesn't think there is anything strange about it.

Ollivander's eyes were full of anticipation, "Come on, child, you will make great achievements in this world with her."

With the eyes of four pairs of eyes, Vincent held it neatly.

A warm current started with the handle of the stick, surrounded his left hand and then slowly moved upwards.

The light particles diffused from the tip of the staff were as dazzling as gorgeous fireworks.

"Wonderful!" Ollivander opened his mouth slightly: "The last time I saw such a matching combination was this morning."

Vincent's mouth twitched slightly.

He was sure that this best stick-maker in Europe had definitely said the same thing as every little wizard.

“A total of six Garons.”

Gugu in his arms leaned out his head and took out five gold coins from his money bag.

Vincent looked at Ollivander as if he was implying that their family was in financial difficulties.

"Okay, Wu Garon."

McGonagall was satisfied with his eyes relaxed.

This Baigalong is all the current savings of the Wayne family, and every golden beetle must be carefully calculated.

Robe shop,

Mrs. Mokin warmly welcomed the Wayne family.

Magnificent asked her a little, "Madam, you can do it if the size of the clothes is suitable. The key is that the fabric must be strong and durable."

McGonagall then turned to look at the wand in Vincent's hand, "Mr. Wayne, the robe only needs to be maintained in a fit through simple deformation."

Vincent thanked politely, "Thank you for your advice."

After measuring the size, Mrs. Mojin controlled magic scissors and quickly cut out a Hogwarts school robe.

She packed the clothes and handed them to the Wayne and his wife. The owl Gugu took the initiative to get into the money bag in Vincent's hand and took out three gold Gallons from it.

Its two round eyes blinked at Mrs. Mojin in a cute way.

"Child, your pet is so cute."

Vincent touched Gugu's little head, "Madam, it's not my pet, it's my first friend in the magic world."

Mrs. Mojin took two Jin Jialong from Gugu's beak, "Child, you are so kind, no wonder Minerva is so kind to you."

Vincent blinked playfully, "Madam, you have such a good look."

Such a funny and humorous answer immediately attracted two rolls of eyes from the Wayne couple.

Other people's children spend money to go to school, but their own son not only does not have to spend money to go to school, but even makes a lot of money back.

Eric, who became more and more uneasy, decided to say that he would not step into the broken cauldron bar again next year.

He will now be considered a well-known figure in the magic world, and violating his oath will have a huge impact.

But when he walked into Lihen Bookstore, the decision was already thrown out of outer space.

The little wizards surrounded him, "May I ask, are you Mr. Wayne?"

"I am, but you..."

The little wizards' big eyes were shining.

"Can you give me a signature?"

"Of course." Eric raised an extremely bright smile.

The speed of spreading news in the magic world seems to be no less than that in the era before Vincent traveled through time.

"Professor, has the journalists at the Prophet Daily been so efficient?"

“The newspaper will change based on what the day is.”

McGonagall asked the clerk for a newspaper, "Look, the front page has been replaced by your dad."

The content that originally praised the Ministry of Magic's new policy was moved under the Muggle that successfully challenged Gamp's wine.

In the dynamic photo, Eric was provided by a enthusiastic wizard at the bar when he just put down the wine bottle and roared out his declaration of quitting alcohol.

"Incredible, this Muggle is better than all the wizards for three hundred years..."

Vincent just had a very bad premonition.

As an example, Mr. Porter, a well-known figure in the magic world, encountered campus bullying in his first grade and different treatments between professors, whether good or bad.

Although he didn't dare to speculate on the changes brought by these experiences, he knew that he would definitely be quite uncomfortable in the future.

“According to the interview, Mr. Wayne’s only son is Hogwarts’ freshman this year…”

Vincent showed such a look.

This unconventional reporter actually got his dynamic back photos.

Although it is just a very decent stack of napkins, the article describes the declining nobleman of Wayne's family in an extremely exaggerated way.

"Professor, does the magic world have the right to portrait?"

"Portrait Right? What does this mean?"

Vincent, who was so sad that he died, turned the newspaper over, "It's nothing, I just think the newspaper is a bit weird."

He shrugged and revealed his bitterness to McGonagall:

"Forget it, why are these large pages in our family?"

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Chapter completed!