From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Diagon Alley can almost be called the financial center of the British wizarding world. Gringotts, the only magical bank in the UK, is located here.

But Diagon Alley is not grand, and the Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to Diagon Alley, can provide sufficient evidence for this conclusion.

The financial model of the entire magical world is crude and barbaric, and the rules and regulations are full of loopholes. Any college student who has systematically studied finance can find loopholes in this network and make a lot of money from it.

But being rudimentary does not mean being inappropriate. An imperfect system not only means that there are loopholes that can be exploited, but also means that the means of dealing with it are almost unlimited - William has seen a bunch of economic criminals in Azkaban, and every one of them is a criminal. A master who thinks he has discovered a loophole in the system.

Mortal wisdom? nonexistent.

Because the laws related to finance are not perfect, the length of the sentence when arrested depends entirely on one's mood - you dare to plunder the Ministry of Magic's wool, do you really think that Azkaban is built as a prestige building?

William remembered very clearly that in the prison for serious criminals, there was a guy who successfully predicted the great changes in the Far East by using digital divination, and then made a large sum of Muggle money in the Muggle world. When the Ministry of Magic exchanged the money for gold, the Ministry of Magic confiscated all of the guy's property for a series of crimes such as violating the Statute of Secrecy and disrupting financial order. By the way, he was sent to Azkaban for twenty years as a gift to future generations. lesson.

Imperfect laws are the greatest power of the Ministry of Magic. Everything has been stipulated. How can the Ministry of Magic rely on it to fight pure-blood families?

But William didn't have anything to complain about now. He just looked at the gate of Gringotts and thought of the prisoners in Azkaban. He couldn't interfere with the power of the Ministry of Magic. After staying in Azkaban for so long The ambition and pride of unifying the Ministry of Magic in one year and reforming the wizarding world in two years simply no longer exist. Although he still has ambitions for the future, it cannot be like that.

"If I remember correctly, I still have a deposit of less than thirty galleons in the bank, but what's more important is the set of custom-made potion boiling utensils. Although a new set will not cost more than twenty Galleons, but customizing it takes too much time, and besides, I don’t have that much money.”

But unfortunately, today seemed to be a payday in many places. There was a long queue at Gringotts. The wizards lined up carrying small bags of gold and chatted all over the place in front of the bank.

What's even worse is that the goblins are not ready to speed up their actions because the business is busy. There are only a few goblins guiding people to their own underground vaults. There is a queue in front of the trolley going down to the underground, and there is no bank. It is convenient to dispatch manpower there.

After queuing for a long time but not seeing the queue shortening, William simply gave up on taking out the items previously placed in Gringotts' vault and went directly to his second destination - Ollivander's wand shop.

The Gringotts vault should be called a vault. When William was preparing to smuggle before going to jail, he simply stuffed all the more important things into it. However, Gringotts was busy with business, so he had no choice but to go to the wand shop to check himself. What happened to that disobedient wand?

It was easy to find on the street. William finally found this small and shabby shop after passing by it twice. The signboard at the door was faded. The first two times William thought it was a closed shop, but later he patiently looked through it. Only then did the sign confirm that this was the target he was looking for.

"Ollivanders—making fine wands since 382 B.C."

A thousand-year-old store with a guaranteed reputation.

William complained in his heart, and then directly opened the door of the store.

The store is not spacious, and it is not worthy of the thousand-year-old sign. However, except for a chair, there is no furniture outside, so it does not seem so cramped.

The first thing you see is boxes stacked up to the ceiling. In the background of the boxes reaching the ceiling, an old man is busy with something with his head down. In his hand, an empty box exactly like the background is open and there.

"New guest?" The other party raised his head and spoke softly.

He looked at William's pocket, which made William almost subconsciously protect his wallet - he knew many thieves when he was in Azkaban, and Nine Fingers was in this business, because every day he had to chop off one of his fingers. Before drinking the potion, he was in the state of Nine Fingers, which is why he got such a nickname.

But the other party's eyes did not look at William's money bag, but stared at William's half-exposed wand.

"Oh, that's it. It was sold eight years ago. It's twelve inches. It's made of red willow wood. It swings very powerfully. Very few little wizards get their own wands at the age of nine. This is not Japan (Note 1) , your name is William, right?"

"Yes, it's me."

William was surprised that the old man in front of him could still remember what happened eight years ago through a sold magic wand - this extraordinary memory was too far-fetched to explain even with magic, comparable to three thousand copies of Liu Bei It is really rare that the amount of information does not make this person forget it once a year.

"What's wrong with it?"

"I think so, and for some reason it became resistant after I left Azkaban."

William honestly didn't hide anything. He was really afraid of what the walking large storage device would find on the wand. Although Azkaban sounded a bit far-fetched, it was still an excuse.

"Azkaban?"

Ollivander took out William's wand, stroked it, carefully wiped the fingerprints and sweat on it, and then handed the wand to William regretfully.

"Normally, a wizard's wand will follow its owner for life, unless there is an extreme change in the owner's will."

"Put it away well, Mr. William. You no longer need it to provide courage. A new wand will serve as a companion to accompany you on your way forward."

William followed Ollivander's instructions without any hesitation - for a master wand maker who can identify the owner based on the wand sold eight years ago, even the most nagging words are worth it. Obey, he can probably recall all the history of this wand from its birth to its storage at just one look at the wands in this room.

The so-called skill is probably at this level, and it is impossible for a liar to have this level.

Thinking of this, William simply asked the price of the empty box, and spent three Sicos to buy one. He wiped the disobedient wand carefully, put it in and fixed it carefully, and then put the box away.

Such a work is worthy of him. Even if there is no shadow of the wand William wants to use at this moment, he can already guarantee that no matter whether the wand is strong or weak, it must be the most suitable for him.