Tonks quickly changed her appearance and hair color when she walked out of the bar. She whispered to Kingsley: "If you want you and me to follow that kid, it's still too late."
"Why do you think I would send you to follow him?" Kingsley asked.
Tonks shrugged, "How long have we known each other, Shacklebolt?"
"I don't know." Kingsley shook his head, "I'm not good at keeping track of dates."
"Well, me too, but I can see you'd like to know something about that guy."
Kingsley nodded in approval, "Yes, but he now works for the Department of Mysteries."
Tonks whistled an exaggerated whistle, "I really don't know whether I should be happy or sad for him. If that's the case, then why did you ask me to come here?"
"Come with me, it's not safe to talk here."
The two crossed the intersection, turned a corner, and then walked into a laundry.
"Secret meeting? No wonder you refused to allow access from the train station's Floo fireplace," said Tonks. "However, your taste in meeting places has not changed at all."
Kingsley explained quite proudly: "The owner of this shop and I are friends. In addition, no one would have thought that a wizard's gathering would be in the basement of a Muggle laundry."
"Of course."
There were three other people in the basement, and Tonks recognized them all as Aurors at a glance.
"Let me introduce you." Kingsley cleared his throat and said, "This is Miss Nymphadora Tonks."
"We didn't hear that there would be one more person." The short-haired man among the three Aurors questioned.
"Don't be nervous, Delis, she is not an outsider, I can trust her." Kingsley quickly explained, "Of course, if you can't trust me, you should trust Moody."
"What does this have to do with Alastor Moody?" asked another short Auror.
Tonks folded her arms and leaned against the wall lazily and replied: "Alastor Moody is my teacher."
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The only wand shop in Diagon Alley is Ollivander's Wand Shop. If given a choice, Xing Ze would prefer to go to Cephalopos Wand Shop in Glastonbury, where there are more discounts on wands for adults.
This cramped little shop is as messy as the one in the movie. The white-haired Garrick Ollivander is immersed in scribbling behind the counter.
The peak of the school term has passed, and there is not much business in the store. There is only a couple sitting on the sofa browsing the product catalog.
The sound of the doorbell made Ollivander raise his head. He glanced at the person, and then lowered his head again, "Just take a look, sir, and tell me if you see anything."
Xing Ze quickly walked to the counter and said: "I need a magic wand, the original one is broken."
"Really? What was your original wand made of?"
"Peach wood and unicorn tail hair."
"Please wait a moment, sir." Ollivander picked up his wand and waved it. A tape measure flew away, and a notebook and a quill flew from behind him.
The measuring tape, like a dexterous water snake, began to measure Xing Ze's height, arm length and other parts, while the quill quickly recorded it in the notebook.
Ollivander reminded aloud: "Please cooperate, sir, this is very necessary."
A few minutes later, after the measurement was completed, the tape measure and quill flew back to their original places, and the notebook flew to Ollivander's eyes. He took his reading glasses and put them on, and then read the contents of the notes carefully.
Read it again.
"Twelve inches, peach wood, unicorn tail hair." He muttered, stood up and walked towards the wand boxes stacked to the ceiling.
While selecting the box, Ollivander said to Xing Ze: "You must not have bought the wand from me before. I remember every wand I sold. Sir, I remember every wand. Um, you
What's it called?"
"Xing Ze, you are right, that wand comes from Cephalopos Wand Shop."
"I think so." Ollivander snorted, "Sephalopo doesn't know how to make a wand at all. Don't waste your money in the hands of those robbers."
He complained a lot, and seemed to have a lot of resentment towards Cephalopo Wand Shop. It wasn't until the couple pushed the door open that he shut up and came to Xing Ze with a pile of boxes.
"Today's young people," he sighed, "they don't know what they want, and they don't have much patience."
"Times are changing, Mr. Ollivander. Standard wands are cheap and good-looking, and it is normal for them to be popular among young people."
Ollivander shook his head and objected: "Those wands have no soul at all. Everyone's wand should be different. God, I really can't imagine those who use standard wands. They should feel ashamed."
"Handmaking wands takes a lot of time, Mr. Ollivander, and people nowadays value their time very much."
Xing Ze smiled. The standard wand was developed by the International Institute of Magic during the First Wizarding War in order to supply wands to the Aurors. After all, during that period, the number of wands damaged due to the war increased.
But what the British Ministry of Magic did not expect was that Voldemort suddenly disappeared at the peak of his power, and the corpse eaters quickly disintegrated. In order to recover the large amount of money invested in standard wand research, the International Magical Research Institute could only cooperate with wand shops around the world.
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"Yeah, yeah, let's not talk about that, let's try this one." Ollivander opened a box, "Eleven and a half inches, peach wood and unicorn hair, the texture is heavier."
As soon as Xing Ze took the wand, Ollivander waved his hand dissatisfied, "No, try this again. Black walnut, twelve inches, very stable, with dragon heartstring as the core."
The result was the same. Ollivander took the wand back as soon as he got it. "I rarely make mistakes, especially adults." The old man muttered.
It wasn't until he tried the fifth wand that Ollivander's face showed some relief, "Aspen wood and unicorn tail hair, it looks good, but it's not even close."
Xing Ze originally planned to give it up. His previous wand was just a standard wand that cost less than two galleons, but the wand he was holding now cost at least twenty galleons.
For a poor public servant who only had forty galleons per month, twenty galleons could allow him to live comfortably for a month, not to mention that he would have to buy a few sets of winter wizard robes in the near future.
"I think this one is good, Mr. Ollivander."
"No, it's not suitable for you, can't you feel it?" Ollivander stood in front of the wand boxes piled up on the wall and thought for a while, then he climbed up the stairs and started looking for them on the top floor.
Not everyone's wand can fit 100%, and there are always a few lucky ones like Harry Potter. Generally speaking, as long as the wand does not repel the owner and can stably exert its abilities, it will be fine.
Just like what is most suitable for Dumbledore is not the Elder Wand, but the unknown wand he used when defeating Grindelwald.