I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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 wicked wizards, isn't gold and other things as easy as pounds? Is it easy to get?"

"Actually, there are very few wizards who dare to do this, very few, let alone walk into Diagon Alley. Moreover, the pound is worthless, but gold is different, hehe..." The goblin rubbed her hands flatteringly Said.

In other words, if the other party has the guts and ability to sneak in, you will accept the stolen goods as well, right? Xiao En cursed.

Half an hour later, Sean walked out of the gates of Gringotts with a large pile of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, followed by the goblin.

He enthusiastically sent the two of them out: "Looking forward to your visit again."

Sean patted his bag, which contained the deformed lizard skin wallet presented by Gringotts, with a space-stretching spell on it. Wallets and purses made of the material shrink when approached by strangers, like shapeshifting lizards. This wallet alone costs five Galleons.

Of course, Gringotts is not a charity company. In addition to the money from 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 that it cannot be reversed."

Xiao En responded with a smile: "Then I would like to thank the respected Mr. Wallop for his generosity."

Allen smiled slightly, and accepted his son's little flattery with some complacency.

Although the price is not small, Allen is very satisfied with his foresight, and he does not allow his son to cringe when buying things.

"Okay, kid, what shall we go shopping first?"

"Wand." Sean immediately gave the answer.

The father and son followed the simple map on the parchment and came to a dilapidated shop door. The golden signboard on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander: Since 382 BC, the staff has been made. A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

Pushing open the store door, Sean didn't see the nagging old man he had expected, but instead saw a girl sitting on the only bench in the store.

The girl's long waterfall-like bright silver hair hangs down to her waist wearing a wizard robe. The girl is petite, and she is holding a huge and heavy old book at this moment. With gold-rimmed glasses, he was reading seriously at this time.

A very delicate and beautiful girl who looked about her own age.

Sean's eyes were divided, he stepped forward lightly, and whispered politely: "Hello, is the owner here?"

The girl read the contents of the last page unhurriedly. She sandwiched a long silver-white mane between the pages, 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 light blue eyes seemed to have magical powers that made him want to sink into them.

Fortunately, this state only lasted for a moment, and Sean averted his eyes without showing any signs, so that he would not appear so rude.

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

"Grandfather, here's a guest." The girl looked away, and shouted to the back in a cold tone.

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

"When testing the fit of a wand, ordinary people can get hurt." She retracted her wand gracefully, explaining in a soft voice.

"That's it, I understand." Sean looked back at his father, who was standing outside the door unscathed, looking at his body with a puzzled expression.

The sound of light footsteps came,

Sean finally met the Ollivander he had imagined, an old man with very light eyes but bright eyes.

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

"Hi sir, my name is Sean Wallop."

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

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

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

The tape measure that flew automatically began to measure the data of every part of Sean's body. By the time 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. Wallop."

"Right hand."

The tape measure curled up 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 swing it."

Sean took the wand and just waved it, when Ollivander took the wand almost roughly.

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

Also nothing happened.

"Try, dogwood, dragon heartstrings, nine inches, a naughty but interesting combination, although it always refuses to shut up."

...

"How about this one?"

...

"Very good, this one?"

...

"Aren't you a fussy customer, come on, try this one?"

...

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

Seeing Sean who was upright and showing no 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 moved expression, and he took off the brand new long box.

"Come on, try it."

Sean took it. It was a pure black, smooth and straight wand, which looked elegant and low-key.

As soon as he started using it, a strange heat surged from Sean's body. He waved his wand unconsciously, and the heat suddenly became hot on his fingertips.

A few sharp red lights flashed, sparks from the tip of the staff splashed everywhere, and the crowded shelves fell to the ground with a rumble.

"Uh... are you alright?" Sean, holding the wand, exchanged glances with the girl under the transparent barrier.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ollivander struggled to stand up from the smoke, with a strange light in his eyes.

He glanced at the girl, then turned to Sean and said, "Em wood, thirteen inches, with a dragon heartstring core, this is my latest work."

As he said that, Ollivander showed a look of emotion: "Elm wands are more inclined to elegant, magical and noble owners. In my experience, elm has the least accidents among all wand woods. One, this kind of wand made of wood is the least prone to stupid mistakes and can cast the most elegant spells, but..." Ollivander's expression showed some fear.

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