The Emerald at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall and Ada walked out of the bookstore to buy a wand. This was the last thing on the shopping list, and it can also be said to be the most important thing.

The shop selling wands was small and shabby, and the gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off. It read: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC.In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

The two people walked into the shop, and there was a tinkling sound from the back of the shop.The shop is very small, with nothing but a bench, and thousands of long and narrow boxes almost reaching the ceiling.

"Ollivander sells the best wands in Diagon Alley. He is also one of the best wand-making masters in the world. Many foreign wizards will travel thousands of miles to Diagon Alley just to buy them. Wands made by Ollivander." McGonagall said to Ada, "So you will also get the most suitable wand for you here."

Just as Professor McGonagall and Ada were talking, a soft voice suddenly sounded, "Good afternoon." An old man suddenly appeared in front of them, his big, light-colored eyes flashing like two wheels in the dim shop. bright moon.Needless to say, this must be Mr. Ollivander, the staff maker whose ancestral staff has been made for more than 2000 years.

"Hello." Professor McGonagall responded, and then said to Ada, "This is Garrick Ollivander, the owner of this shop."

"Hello," Ada said softly, afraid that if she spoke louder she would send the wand master away.

"Oh, new kid at Hogwarts, what's your name?" Ollivander asked.

"Esmeralda Drizzt, you can also call me Ada." Ada raised her head and looked at Ollivander. She could even vaguely see her own figure in Ollivander's eyes. .

"Okay, then Miss Drizzt, which hand do you prefer to use your wand with?" Ollivander said as he took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket.

"I'm more comfortable using my right hand," Ada said.

"Very good, raise your arms." He began to measure Ada, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knees to armpits, and finally measured Ada's head circumference. I really can’t understand the purpose of measuring these things. Madam Malkin didn’t measure as much as Ollivander did!Who of you is selling clothes and who is selling wands?Fortunately, this tape measure is automatically operated, saving Ada some embarrassment.

While the silver measuring tape was busy, Mr. Ollivander was not idle either. He was walking between the shelves, busy selecting some long boxes to move down.While carrying the wand, Ollivander said: "Every Ollivander wand contains super powerful magical substances, and this is its essence, Miss Drizzt. We use unicorn hair. , phoenix tail feathers, and the heart nerve of a fire dragon. Every Ollivander wand is unique, as no two unicorns, fire dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Of course, if you use a wand that belongs to another wizard , there would never be such a good effect.”

"Okay," he said, and the tape measure fell to the ground and rolled up into a ball. "Well, Miss Drizzt, try this one. Poplar wood, unicorn hair core, nine and one-half inches, try it. Give it a try.”

Ada took the wand. She seemed to be able to feel the excitement of the wand, but she felt that the wand did not belong to her.

Looking at Ada who was motionless, Ollivander urged: "Try waving it, don't just stand there stupidly."

Ada waved it. She felt that she must be stupid the way she looked now. With the wave of the wand, the shelves in the store became a mess.Ollivander snatched the wand back and muttered, "Inappropriate, inappropriate."

"Apple wood, dragon's heartstring, eleven and a quarter inches, come on, try it." Ollivander handed over another wand, but Ada had just taken over, and before she could wave it, Ollivander was Fande snatched it back again, "No, it's not this one either."

Ada tried the wands one after another. She was already a little numb, like a robot, mechanically waving every wand Ollivander handed him.She didn't know what Ollivander's definition of appropriate was. Although Ada seemed to feel the excitement of the wands every time she received one, Ada felt that they did not belong to her.

"A picky customer, it doesn't matter, Miss Drizzt, I can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable one for you!" Ollivander looked excited, constantly walking through the shelves, checking out each wand. .

Ada looked at him and thought silently in her heart: Mr. Ollivander, are you making a fool of yourself?Why do you feel excited?Professor McGonagall sat on the only chair in the room from the moment she entered the room, paying no attention to everything that happened in the store. It seemed that she had seen this situation many times.

"Look, it's there, how could it not be... a powerful combination, yew wood, phoenix feathers, ten and three-quarter inches long, with a certain degree of toughness." Ollivander opened the box and solemnly placed a wand Give the land to Ada.

This is a wand coated with black protective paint and engraved with some exquisite patterns. The handle is made of silver and looks very beautiful.Ada took the wand, and a warmth came from her fingertips. The wand was like an extension of her arm, and a feeling of connectedness arose spontaneously.

【Ding!The host has obtained his own wand and become a real witch!As a reward, the system rewards the host with the most powerful spell in the entire wizarding world!The host please check it as soon as possible. 】

Ada ignored the noise of the system and waved her wand casually. The tip of the wand burst out with a dazzling light, like a gorgeous firework, and the dancing light spots were cast on the wall, reflecting each other.

Professor McGonagall sat on her chair and clapped her hands and cheered, and Ollivander also shouted loudly: "Very good, very good! Great, it's like they are a perfect match!"

Ollivander put the wand away in the box and tied a delicate knot with the ribbon.Ollivander said to Ada: "The yew wand is relatively rare, and the wizard it chooses is also unusual. There have been some bad and terrible rumors about wands made of yew. Purple Fir has an extremely long lifespan, and people always think that wands made of yew represent death. But in fact, yew also represents life, and it prefers to choose wizards with a strong desire to protect as its masters."

"The wand chooses the wizard. The yew wand can give people powerful power, the power to control life and death, the power to make people obsessed but full of fear. But in the end, the person who uses the wand is the wizard, and the wand obeys its owner. But people are the easiest to lose themselves in the process of pursuing power. So, Miss Drizzt, please remember, while holding the wand tightly to pursue power, never be blinded by power, forever!"

The wand master's narration made Ada a little confused, but fortunately Ada remembered and understood the last words - control the power, rather than being controlled by the power!

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting on the bench, was also thoughtful. She looked at Ada's thin figure and frowned unconsciously.

Taking the box containing the wand, Ada paid ten galleons for it.When every little wizard buys his first wand, he will receive some subsidies to reduce the price of the wand.

But if you need to replace the wand later, you will need to buy it at full price.Mr. Ollivander bowed and sent them out. This talkative ancestral staff-making master left a very deep impression on Ada.

After crossing half of London again, Professor McGonagall and Ada returned to the entrance of the orphanage.

"There is also a ticket in the envelope. It is your ticket to Hogwarts. September [-]st, King's Cross Station, it is on these tickets. The platform is nine and three-quarters..."

"I'm sorry, Professor, I've never heard of a platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station." Ada raised the question in a timely manner. This is a special platform, but Ada can't remember the specific way to find it. Cleared.

"The platform is between the ninth and tenth platforms. You will find it if you look for it. Keep an eye out." Mag thought for a while and continued, "I think you can go earlier, so that you can look for the platform more. Time. Even if you don’t find a way to enter the platform, at least you can see some people who are looking for platform nine and three-quarters like you, and you can go to the platform through them.”

"Okay professor, I will arrive early, I don't want to miss the train."

"Is there anything else?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Ada thought about it carefully, and she didn't think of any problems for the time being. "No, Professor. I don't have any problems for the time being."

"Well, see you at school then, enjoy your holiday." Mag and Ada waved goodbye, turned and walked towards the corner. When they were about to reach the corner, they turned back to Ada and said, "Personally, I still I suggest you read more textbooks and preview them in advance."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, without waiting for Ada's response, she continued walking towards the corner of the street. When she just passed the corner, she disappeared instantly, as if the Professor McGonagall she saw before was an illusion.

Watching Professor McGonagall disappearing around the corner, I recalled her clean and tidy clothes and her sassy and capable acting style.Although she is stern and always purses her lips with a serious expression, you can feel her warmth and reliability in some of her words.

Although Professor McGonagall is no longer young, and the traces of time are also written on her face, for some reason, Ada suddenly thought of something that was often mentioned in her previous life: Time never defeats beauty...