I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts - Chapter 7 Ollivander's Veela granddaughter?

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The goblin's completely different attitude made the corners of Sean's mouth rise. He glanced at the other party who was busy weighing, and said curiously: "For some wizards with bad minds, things like gold are not as expensive as pound sterling. Is it easy to get?"

"In fact, very few wizards dare to do this, let alone walking into Diagon Alley. Moreover, sterling is worthless, and gold is not the same, hehe..." The goblin rubbed her hands and said flatteringly. .

In other words, if the other party has the guts and the ability to sneak in, you can accept the stolen goods, right? Sean slandered.

Half an hour later, Sean walked out of the gate of Gringotts with a lot of gold Galleons, Silver Sikes, and Copper Nuts, followed by the goblin.

He sent the two out enthusiastically: "I look forward to seeing you two again."

Sean patted his bag, which was a deformed lizard skin wallet from Gringotts, with a space-stretching spell on it. Purses and purses made of the material automatically shrink when a stranger approaches, like a shape-shifting lizard. That purse alone would cost five Galleons.

Of course, Gringotts is not a charity company. In addition to the money on Sean, Allen also opened an account in Gringotts for him, and now there are more Galleons lying in his underground vault.

After walking a few steps, Allen complained: "This ratio is really dark enough to be reversed."

Sean smiled and replied, "Then I would like to thank the esteemed Mr. Wallup for his generosity."

Alan smiled slightly, and accepted his son's little flattery with some pride.

Although the price was not small, Allen was very satisfied with his foresight, he had to shy away from not allowing his son to buy things.

"Okay, kid, what shall we buy first?"

"Wand." Sean gave the answer immediately.

Before the father and son followed the simple map on the parchment to a dilapidated shop door, the gold sign on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander: Began making sticks since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a wand stands alone on a faded purple cushion.

Pushing open the store door, Sean didn't see the rambunctious old man he expected. Instead, it was the only bench in the store with a girl sitting on it.

The girl's long, waterfall-like bright silver hair fell softly down to her waist in the wizard's robe. The girl was petite and was holding a huge and heavy old book. Gold-rimmed glasses, he was reading carefully at this time.

A very delicate and beautiful girl who looks about her own size.

Sean's eyes met just a little, he stepped forward gently, and politely whispered, "Hello, is the owner here?"

The girl read the last page in a hurry. She clipped a long silver mane into the page, and then gently closed the old book.

The moment she raised her head, Sean felt that his breathing stopped for a moment, and the girl's pale blue eyes seemed to have magical power, which made him want to indulge in it.

Fortunately, this state only lasted for a while, and Sean looked away without showing any trace, so that he would not appear so rude.

Although she is extremely beautiful, this feeling is not quite right... Sean thought to himself.

"Grandfather, a guest is here." The girl withdrew her gaze and called to the rear in a cold tone.

Then, she took out her wand and waved it lightly. Alan, who was standing behind Sean, was pushed out of the store by an invisible force.

"Ordinary people may get hurt when testing the fit of the wand." She retracted the wand gracefully and explained softly.

"I see, I understand." Sean looked back at his father, who stood outside the door unscathed, looking at himself with a puzzled face.

The sound of light footsteps came, and Sean finally saw Ollivander who he expected, an old man with very light eyes but very bright eyes.

"Good afternoon." His voice was as ethereal as the clouds in the sky.

"Hello, sir, my name is Sean Wallup."

"Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Wallup, I know I'll see you soon..."

"Grandfather." The girl who seemed to be of Veela blood shouted coldly and helplessly.

"Oh, I see... Mr. Wallup, let's get to the point." Ollivander smiled shyly and stopped his habitual beginning.

The tape measure that flew in automatically began to measure the data of every part of Sean's body. When Ollivander turned around and shuttled between the shelves, the tape measure had already begun to measure the distance between his nostrils.

"Which is your dominant hand? Mr. Wallup."

"Right hand."

The tape measure shrank into a ball and fell to the ground. Ollivander opened the box and handed over a wand: "Cedar wood, unicorn tail feathers, eleven inches, very tough, try to wave it."

Just as Sean took the wand and waved it, Ollivander took it away almost violently.

"This one, cherry wood, phoenix tail feathers, twelve and a half inches, a loyal and powerful combination."

Also nothing happened.

"Try it, dogwood, dragon heartstring, nine inches, a naughty but interesting combination, although it's always reluctant to shut up."

"How about this one?"

"Very good, this one?"

"Aren't you picky customers, come and try this one?"

Sean tried dozens of wands, but Ollivander was still not satisfied. The old man stared at the shelf with some distress, thinking about the next wand to try.

Looking at Sean, who was standing upright and without a trace of impatience on his face, the girl who had been watching pointed to a box and said to Ollivander, "Grandfather, try that one."

Ollivander showed a moving expression, and he took down the brand new long box.

"Come on, try it."

Sean took it. It was a pure black wand with a smooth surface and straight. It looked elegant and understated.

Just when he started, a wonderful heat flow gushed out of Sean's body. He waved his wand unconsciously, and the heat suddenly became hot at his fingertips.

A few fierce red lights flashed, the tip of the staff splashed with sparks, and the crowded shelves rumbled to the ground.

"Uh... Are you okay?" Sean, who was holding the wand, looked at the girl under the transparent barrier.

"It's alright, it's alright." Ollivander struggled to stand up from the smoke and there was a strange light in his eyes.

He glanced at the girl, then turned to Sean and said, "Elm wood, thirteen inches, the core is the Dragon Heart String, this is my latest work."

After speaking, Ollivander showed a sigh of relief: "Elm wands tend to be more charismatic, magical and noble by birth. In my experience, elm has the least accidents among all wand woods. One, wands made of this wood are the least prone to stupid mistakes, and can cast the most elegant spells, but..." Ollivander's expression showed some fear.

"The owner of the core is not a talkative guy."

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