Indomitable, the host tries out wands hundreds of times, just to find the one that belongs to him.
Congratulations on triggering the reward quest: The Unique Magic Wand.
The host can find the following items to make a powerful wand of his own.
Materials required: unicorn hair (0/1), holly branches (0/1), fresh blood of the host (0/1).
Note: The raw materials for the wand have strict requirements. Please prepare the materials according to the system instructions and create the wand.
After the system prompts, a white booklet appears in the inventory.
Joel clicked with his mind, and complex information poured into his brain.
To the other three people in the wand shop, Joel seemed to be in a daze, with the wand in his hand motionless and not even blinking.
"Joel, Joel?" Haylis called softly.
Joel suddenly came back to his senses. Too much information had just poured into his brain, causing him to become a little distracted.
He put down the wand in his hand, "Thank you Mr. Ollivander, I don't think there is a wand that is more suitable for me here. I think it would be better to go back and think about how to repair the previous one."
Ollivander sighed, "If necessary, I can provide necessary help to Mr. Taylor."
"By the way," Qiao paused, "I remember when you came here last year, you said I looked a lot like my mother?"
"Really?" Ollivander was a little confused, "I don't remember saying this. I don't even know your mother's name."
"Let's take our leave now, Mr. Ollivander." The considerate Haylis knew that she was not suitable to hear what was going on. She quickly took her brother Bernie's hand and pushed open the door of the wand shop and walked out. "
Joel, see you specially at Hogwarts!"
Watching the Selwyn siblings leave the wand shop, Joel looked back.
"My mother's name is Charlotte Taylor, do you still remember her?" This is the name that Joel asked Director Feynman of Wu's Orphanage to go to the Social Security Advisory Committee to investigate.
Ollivander frowned, took out a thick notebook from the drawer under the counter, and flipped it to the middle position.
Is there really a small notebook?
Ollivander's wand passed over the top of the notebook, and the slightly yellowed pages of the notebook turned quickly, reaching the end in an instant, "There is no such person."
"What about Morson Taylor?" Joel still didn't give up.
Ollivander closed the notebook with a snap, "The owner of every wand I sold left his name on this notebook. Unfortunately, the two names you mentioned, Mr. Taylor, are not included."
Joel originally planned to use Ollivander's help to find out information about his parents, but he was disappointed.
Are his parents really ordinary Muggles who died in a car accident?
But what happened to Dean Feynman’s memory?
The truth is confusing, as if there is a fog surrounding it.
Joel always felt that the life experience of the original owner of the body was not that simple.
He said goodbye to Ollivander with all his thoughts in mind and went to Madam Malkin's robe store.
Allen and Eddie were already sitting in the store, "Where have you been?" Allen saw him rushing here in a hurry, and there were still a lot of sweat on his forehead.
"I'm going to Ollivander's Wand Store to see if they have any wand care tools." Joel said with a natural expression.
Alan saw that he was empty-handed, obviously he didn't buy anything. He secretly wondered whether he should give Joel a wand care set for Christmas this year.
The last witch left the shop with large and small bags, and now they were the only ones left in the shop.
"Come on, dear," said Mrs. Malkin, wearing a purple robe, with a smile on her chubby face, looking quite festive, "Is it right to order a Hogwarts robe?"
"That's right, please bring five new sets of standard robes. Your body grows too fast." Joel and the three of them each asked for five sets. Having enough changes of clothes can save a lot of laundry time. Can you do more?
Few things.
"Now is the time to grow your body. It will be much better in two years after the body is finalized." After hearing the needs of the three of them, Mrs. Malkin's smile became more obvious, and it was another big business.
Mrs. Malkin took them to the back of the store, where there was a row of footstools and dressing mirrors. Under her arrangement, the three of Joel stood on the footstools and allowed Mrs. Malkin to put a robe on them.
, and then the pin began to automatically measure the size, while she recorded the data on the side.
The wind chimes at the door of the shop rang, and Mrs. Malkin stopped what she was doing to greet the customers.
He is a pale and thin little boy, with light blond hair carefully styled with plaster, and an arrogant and indifferent expression, resembling Sergey.
"Five sets of robes, ma'am," the boy said.
Mrs. Malkin quickly took him to the back of the store. The boy frowned unnoticeably when he saw Joel and Eddie.
When his eyes shifted to Allen, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"How long has it been since we last met, Bert?" The boy took the initiative to talk to Allen.
"It's been more than a year, right?" Allen replied softly, "I can't remember either."
Eddie's eyes wandered between the boy and Allen. The two obviously knew each other.
Joel felt that the boy's identity was already revealed, Draco Malfoy.
During his school days, he was extremely keen on causing trouble for his nemesis, Harry Potter, and focused all his attention on the "Scarhead", even more than on his girlfriend.
"Are these two your classmates?" Malfoy glanced at the faces of Joel and Eddie, obviously not paying attention to their unfamiliar faces, and then moved his eyes slightly downward, staying on the broomstick that Eddie never left his hand.
superior.
"He's my roommate."
"Flying broomstick?" Malfoy became interested, "What model is it?"
At this time, someone else opened the store door and walked in. Mrs. Malkin quickly greeted him.
"I've always wanted Dad to buy me the new Nimbus 2000. I heard it has excellent performance." Eddie ignored Malfoy and let him talk to himself, "But even if I buy a broom, I can't
There's no way to take it to school, and I really don't understand why first years at Hogwarts can't have their own broomstick."
"Have you ever played Quidditch?" Malfoy cast his eyes on the child who had just entered the door.
He has green eyes, black hair that sticks out in all directions, is thin and short, and his round-framed glasses are tied together with a lot of transparent tape. He seems to be short of money to replace a pair of glasses.
Harry Potter.
Malfoy's sudden question made Harry stunned for a second. He was thinking about what Quidditch was and answered: "...No."
"I did," Malfoy seemed proud of this. "My dad said it would be a shame if I didn't make the House Quidditch team."