Reborn at Hogwarts

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you are going to use this fireplace today?"

The old man took a distressed look at the food covered with a thick layer of dust, and turned his head to stare angrily at the father and son who had just emerged from the fireplace.

Hearing this, Ivan lowered his head in embarrassment, and poked Mr. Vesemir who was standing aside with his arm.

Although he used Floo powder more than once to go or travel, but it was indeed the first time he encountered this situation today.

Mr. Vesemir was caught off guard by Ivan's stabbing, and he staggered and almost knelt in front of the old man. He frantically stabilized his figure, wanted to turn around and reprimand Ivan, but remembered what the old man said, so he had to lower his eyebrows and smile at the old man.

"Uncle Riese, I'm so sorry, I really didn't expect... I asked Connelly before I came over with Floo powder, and he said you weren't in the store today, so I..."

"Connelly? He knows how to hang out in that shitty Ministry of Magic all day long, and he doesn't even care about the family shop! You believe what he says?" The old man snorted heavily, and Ivan felt that he Mr. Semir's reply got angrier...

Mr. Vesemir wiped the cold sweat from his brow, "Uncle Fudge, Connelly is now the Minister of Magic..."

"I don't care if he's a shitty minister or not!" The old man suddenly let out a growl, which made the father and son tremble, "Our Fudge family! Since BC! Three hundred and eighty-three years! We have been making wands! Bioli The Vander family! It’s still a year too early! If it weren’t for this prodigal son! He insisted on going to the Ministry of Magic to work! The magic wands of our Fudge family would not be reduced to what it is now! No one cares about it! The point!”

The old man had to pause for the first half of his sentence, and slapped the round table next to the fireplace to express his anger.

Ivan noticed that his face was flushed with anger, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

It seems that Mr. Vesemir's persuasion did not achieve the expected results, but had the opposite effect.

Mr. Vesemir was terrified by the old man's angry appearance. He waved his wand while comforting him repeatedly. While cleaning the dust off the food, he poured a glass of water for the old man and put it on the table, and then fled with Ivan.

"Who was that old man just now?"

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief when the two left the store. He moved aside, dodging the crowd, and asked Mr. Vesemir.

"You know the current Minister of Magic is Cornelius Fudge, right?" Mr. Vesemir asked rhetorically.

Ivan nodded. At this time, he turned his head and glanced at the signboard hanging above his head. The big characters "Fudge's Wand Shop" shone brightly under the sunlight, obviously it had just been maintained.

"Inside the house is Cornelius Fudge's father, Mr. Reese Fudge." Mr. Vesemir sighed, "Fudge's is also an old-fashioned wand shop, but it has always been inferior to Ollivander's. In the past few years, no one has patronized gradually. I used to be classmates with Connelly, and I also knew Uncle Reese. He always hoped that after graduation, Connelly could inherit the family business and carry forward the Fudge family's wand-making skills, but Connelly wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic wholeheartedly, and the two of them got very stiff because of this matter."

"A wand maker too? But I've never heard anyone mention their wands. Is there any special reason?" Ivan asked curiously.

"Let's talk as we go." Mr. Vesemir glanced in the direction, and strode out of Fudge's wand shop impatiently. Ivan had to take two quick steps to follow closely behind him.

"This matter is actually not that complicated." Mr. Vesemir explained to Ivan while tiptoeing in the crowd to confirm the direction, "The Fudge family's wand making skills are quite special, and they tend to use those that are considered to be related to black wands. Materials related to magic and unknown have always been black wizards who prefer to patronize their stores. Since the two notorious black wizards, Grindelwald and Mysterious Man, people are now paying attention to those who are related to black magic. It can be said that the things that are attached to it can be said to be disgusting, and their ancestral craftsmanship is actually not as good as that of the Ollivanders, so in recent years, their family has completely lost their customers, and basically cannot open for a whole year. "

Speaking of this, Mr. Vesemir shrugged, "And to avoid suspicion, even real dark wizards will not go to their store to buy wands. In my opinion, this store may not be open this year. Well, if no one of the young wizards enrolled this time goes to their shop to buy wands, then Connelly may force his father to close the shop and go home to retire."

It turned out to be the case, no wonder there was no mention of such a wand shop in the original book... Ivan suddenly realized.

After Mr. Vesemir's detailed introduction, Ivan not only did not feel daunted by Fudge's wand shop, but a little curiosity arose in his heart.

He is good at using materials that are "considered by the world to be related to black magic and unknown" to make wands. This weird feature reminds Ivan of the Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows.

The wand, now held by Hogwarts headmaster Albus Dumbledore, was said to have been crafted by the Grim Reaper from elderberry and the tail feathers of thestrals, two materials now widely considered to symbolize With disaster and unknown.

I wonder if Mr. Reese Fudge can imitate the "invincible" characteristics of the Elder Wand if he uses these two materials to make a wand?

Definitely not as powerful as the original, but it would be nice to be a little stronger than a regular wand.

Of course... These are just Ivan's random thoughts driven by curiosity. If he really wants to go to Mr. Fudge to make a wand, he is definitely not willing. After all, Mr. Vesemir also said just now that in order to avoid suspicion these years, even dark wizards are reluctant to patronize Fudge's wand shop.

What's more, what about me, a young wizard who has just entered the first grade, has been hurt by a black wizard and has left a psychological shadow?

"We're here, right here." At this moment, Mr. Vesemir's voice suddenly sounded.

At this moment, the two were standing in front of a small, dilapidated shop with a gold signboard that had peeled off. It read: Ollivander, fine wand maker since 382 BC.

A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

Mr. Vesemir strode into the store, and immediately there was a tinkling bell from somewhere at the back of the store. Ivan followed, looking around as he walked.

The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.

After a while, a short old man came out from the back of the shop. His big light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dimly lit shop.

Seeing the Vesemir father and son standing in the shop, the old man's face immediately collapsed, and Ivan seemed to be mumbling when he heard him, "It's the Vesemir child again..."

But after approaching, the old man's face was instantly filled with a smile, as if nothing happened just now.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen... Mr. Jon Vesemir, isn't it?" the old man said softly, "I remember when you came here to buy wands, you tried almost all the wands in the store, It all fit perfectly... so in the end you settled on a shape you liked... cedar wood and unicorn hair, thirteen inches, more flexible..."

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Vesemir nodded with a smile, and pushed Ivan in front of him calmly, "This is my son, Ivan. Today we are here for him Bought a wand for school."

Ivan noticed that Mr. Ollivander's cloudy eyes fixed on him immediately.

"Ah, hello, young man," said Mr. Ollivander softly.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Ivan replied politely. For some reason, Ivan felt that his tone was rather unkind.

"Then, Mr. Ivan. Are you going to let me measure your size first..." Mr. Ollivander said slowly, "...or just like your father, take out all the wands, How about choosing a style you like?"

Maybe it's because it's almost Chinese New Year, and all the printing shops near my home are closed... From the 2nd to the present, I finally found a place that can print things, and I was exhausted.