“Hannah Abbott?”
Diagon Alley was even livelier in late July. Xilun, who was helping out in the shop, poked his head out and looked at the little girl with two golden braids in front of the counter.
“I’m sorry, have we… met before?” Eleven-year-old Hannah subconsciously looked up, trying hard to recognize this young Wizard who looked about her age.
He was a very handsome boy, with a hint of baby fat on his fair face, typical of his age. His hair was black, slightly curly, and somewhat messily draped over his forehead, as if he had just finished an exciting Quidditch match.
Undoubtedly, among the peers Hannah had met, this young shop assistant was the best-looking.
But she didn’t know him, and had no impression of him at all.
“Not before this, but we might become classmates later. I’m also a new student at Hogwarts this year,” Xilun said.
“As for why I know you…” He picked up a kraft paper booklet from nearby and quickly flipped through a few pages.
“Oh, found it. Mr. Abbott’s appointment yesterday, to come to the shop at ten o’clock to choose a new wand for his daughter. Am I right?”
“Yes.” A tall Wizard stepped forward, facing Xilun, and frowned slightly.
“But I remember the owner here is Ollivander…”
“Ollivander’s Wand Shop. My grandfather didn’t sell this shop, that’s beyond doubt,” Xilun said jokingly.
Hearing Xilun’s words, the man nodded, relieved.
They had come to buy a wand for their daughter, who was about to go to Hogwarts, but to their surprise, upon entering the familiar wand shop, they saw a stranger.
For a moment, the man even suspected that the shop had been sold.
It wasn’t that he was making a fuss; it was because, in his memory, Ollivander had never hired any shop assistants. He did everything himself, from making wands to selling them.
It had been like this since he was a student, and it hadn’t changed for decades.
However…
He then thought of how the young Wizard had referred to Ollivander just now.
“You said grandfather just now?” The man’s face showed a hint of curiosity.
“Xilun Ollivander.” Xilun extended his hand.
“Ah… a pleasure to meet you.”
The man didn’t find it strange because of Xilun’s young age and likewise extended his hand seriously.
“Judging by age, Garick should be your grandfather, right? Strange, why have I never seen you?”
“Probably because very few people repeatedly visit a wand shop,” Xilun shrugged.
“Ah, that’s right.” The man suddenly understood.
Indeed, a wand shop is different from other stores. He hadn’t been here for more than ten years. He came today because his daughter was going to Hogwarts this year and needed her own wand.
“Bang!”
Just then, a fluffy, messy head suddenly popped out from a shelf behind, almost hitting another shelf.
“Mr. Ollivander?” The man asked tentatively.
“Customers…” Ollivander looked up, “My sincerest apologies, please wait a moment, I’ll be right there.”
He held a dusty old box and quickly walked towards the counter, while muttering softly:
“Found it, I knew I wouldn’t remember wrong, after all, it’s only been ten years…”
“What did you say?” Xilun didn’t hear clearly and asked, while looking at the open box in his hand, “Is this what you’ve been looking for two days?”
【holly, Phoenix feather, eleven inches】
【Status: Perfect】
【Properties: Righteous Courage: Dark Arts -10%, White magic +10%
Disarming: Expelliarmus +20%
Twin: Two completely different wands born from the same core. When they meet, a magical change will occur.】
Xilun couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
It had to be said, this wand was truly luxurious. When brand new and unused, it had three different properties, directly crushing ninety-nine percent of the wands in the shop.
If it had a color, this holly wand would at least be a legendary gold, a high-end item.
Xilun was a bit envious, but he also knew in his heart that only one person could use this wand; no one else could.
Out of sight, out of mind, Xilun turned his head and didn’t continue looking at it.
Ollivander blinked. Although he found Xilun’s actions a bit inexplicable, he didn’t pay attention and quickly got to work.
“Oh, hawthorn, eleven inches, Dragon heartstring, right? Everything feels like it was just yesterday…”
…
It was a pleasant transaction for both parties. Ten minutes later, the little Witch Hannah left the wand shop, skipping with her new wand.
Ollivander meticulously recorded her name and wand data in a notebook, a habit he had cultivated over many years.
Xilun, meanwhile, focused his gaze on that box.
“Is that also a wand?”
“Yes,” Ollivander said, looking up.
“Is there anything special about it?” Xilun asked curiously, “Worth going through the trouble of finding it in the warehouse.”
“Special, you could say that,” Ollivander nodded after a moment of thought, “I have a premonition that this wand’s owner will be here soon.”
He looked mysterious, with a hint of eager excitement in his eyes.
Xilun was about to ask again when he was interrupted by a crisp ringing sound.
The sound came from the bell hanging behind the door; someone had entered.
“No, Ron, we don’t have money to buy you a new wand. I think Charlie’s wand is perfectly fine.”
“Fine?” A boy let out a sharp sound, excitedly extending his hand, “Look, the Unicorn hair is almost showing…”
A family noisily walked in. Leading the way was a plump Witch, followed by a tall, thin, red-haired man and a total of six children.
So many children, all with red hair, Xilun instantly identified them.
The Weasley family. Only they couldn’t afford a new wand for a first-year student.
However, with so many people entering at once, the already small shop was instantly filled and became very crowded.
“We seem to have too many people,” the man who came in looked around, “Fred, George, would you mind going to the second-hand bookstore first and helping Ron find a set of first-year textbooks.”
“Gladly, Dad,” came identical voices from two identical twins.
They exchanged glances, a mischievous grin on their faces, and turned and ran out.
As for whether they would honestly go to the second-hand shop, Xilun estimated it was highly unlikely.
The famous Weasley twins, how could they possibly honestly do something proper?
“Dad, I want to go somewhere else too,” another person wearing horn-rimmed glasses said.
“No problem, dear, go,” the Witch in front turned around, “You can think about what gift you want.”
“I want a gift too…” the youngest boy mumbled.
“If you can also become a prefect, Ron, I’ll buy you a gift too.”
As they spoke, several people had already walked to the counter.
“Good morning.” Ollivander displayed a standard professional smile.
“So glad to see you again, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley. How many times have we met now?”
“If I’m not mistaken, this is the sixth time,” Mr. Weasley stepped forward, “And you’ve always been able to accurately state the materials of Molly’s and my wands, without a single error so far.”
Xilun noticed that his grandfather’s newly opened mouth suddenly closed again, as if he had swallowed something whole.
