The Weasley House and the Wand

Hermione didn't quite understand Victor's words. She pondered for a while, but still couldn't figure out why his efforts would upset others. So, in the end, she could only shake her head and say:

"I don't understand, Professor."

"It's alright, it has nothing to do with you. If you want to read those books, go ahead and read them. It's never a bad thing to learn more." Victor nodded to her.

Hermione then looked at her parents, and after the Grangers agreed, she happily picked out a dozen or so books and ran to the checkout counter. Because she bought so many, Flourish and Blotts even gave her a small, seamless stretch bag so she could pack all the books in.

As she packed the books, the red-haired boy who had started earlier curiously ran back, carrying several third-grade books.

He had some freckles on his face and was tall and thin, but not as tall as the young shop assistant; he was clearly an ordinary third-year student. However, he always had a smirking expression on his face, which made him seem unreliable.

"Professor? Are you the new professor at Hogwarts?" he ran over and asked.

"Yes, I teach divination."

"Oh, so you're here to replace Professor Trelawney?" The boy thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

It seems that Professor Trelawney's accident is already common news in the wizarding world.

Victor nodded again, neither confirming nor denying.

The boy then introduced himself with a grin: "I'm Fred Weasley, Professor. I might take your class next semester, but I haven't decided yet because my brother Percy recommended arithmetic divination. Which do you think is more important?"

"Either is fine," Victor said calmly.

"Arithmetic divination leans towards mathematical calculations, while my divination leans more towards intuition and spirituality. Just choose the one you prefer."

However, just as he said this, another boy who looked exactly like Fred was running excitedly towards them, waving at Fred as if he had bought something new. Behind him, one could faintly hear calls of "George?" and "George!"

Since Fred didn't see him, George grinned mischievously and raised his hand to throw the candy.

"but……"

Victor suddenly reached out and placed his hand about a foot away from him.

The next second, George threw the candy, but accidentally threw it a little too high, hitting the chandelier on the ceiling of Flourish and Blotts. The rebound force caused it to fall at a different angle—and then it landed perfectly in Victor's hand.

Victor closed his fingers and grabbed the candy with "Zoko's Joke Shop" written on the outer packaging in the center of his palm, as if the candy had been deliberately thrown to him.

He waved to Fred: "...but if you're thinking of using this candy to skip my class, you'd better try arithmetic divination, because I'm always right."

In the distance, George, Fred's brother who looked exactly like him, stared wide-eyed at the sight.

He yelled, "Cool!!"

How did you receive it?

George ran over excitedly and went to Victor's side.

Victor then returned the candy to him.

"The intuition of divination."

The twins' eyes lit up.

George saw it clearly: before he even threw the candy, Victor had already reached out his hand, and his subsequent actions seemed to be prescient as he precisely caught the candy.

This is way cooler than any other subject!

However, Victor did not accept it because he wanted to show off his skills in front of the students.

If he didn't take it, the candy would hit him. Out of a sense of risk aversion, he made the move.

But just as the twins were looking at Victor with expectant eyes, the Weasley twins' mother finally arrived. She was the red-haired middle-aged witch that Victor had just seen at the shop entrance.

She strode over and grabbed George's ear: "You played another prank, didn't you? Apologize now!"

"No—no, Mom! I just accidentally threw it off course! Wait, I haven't—"

"Your brother is waiting for you, how can you waste your time here?"

Molly angrily tugged at George's ear while hurriedly apologizing to Victor, then scrambled to lead the twins away. It sounded like they had a younger brother who was currently shopping at another store, and the twins had sneaked back.

Before being completely pulled away, Fred waved and shouted:

"Professor Victor, we'll remember to take your class!"

Victor watched them walk away expressionlessly.

Ah, suddenly I don't really want to teach anymore.

Both of these seem like a hassle.

.......

Hermione quickly packed up all the books, picked up a heavy-looking bag, and walked briskly to Victor's side.

She wore a satisfied smile that intimidated both academically challenged and lazy students.

"Let's go," Victor said to her.

But after taking a few steps, Mrs. Granger suddenly looked worried: "Hermione, do you have enough money left to buy an owl? I don't think an owl and its food are cheap."

"!" Hermione suddenly paused, a slightly annoyed expression on her face. "Oh no! It seems we really don't have enough..."

Victor recalled the number of books she had just bought.

Books in the wizarding world are priced similarly to those in the Muggle world in Europe and America; they are both very expensive, sometimes costing several Galleons. Moreover, Hermione buys large, thick volumes.

It's probably not enough.

Victor thought for a moment: "Hogwarts has a public owlhouse, and the acceptance letter doesn't say that pets are a necessity, so not buying one shouldn't have much of an impact."

Hermione took out the acceptance letter, looked at it, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's true!"

Hermione then decisively abandoned her plan to buy the owl.

But they ended up going to Ee-la-Owl Shop anyway, because Victor wanted to buy an owl. He didn't live at school, so having a messenger was quite necessary.

He eventually bought a ghost owl.

Although Hermione secretly felt that the name suited Victor's temperament well, the owl itself was a fluffy ball, completely unrelated to the name, except that its cry was a bit strange.

Victor carried the owl to Ollivander's wand shop.

As she entered, Hermione couldn't resist her instincts and secretly poked the bird's feathers through the cage.

"Ding-dong."

The bell at the door rang twice.

Ollivander had just finished testing a wand on another young wizard, and many used wand cases were still spread out on the chair in the middle of the shop. After Victor and the others entered, he looked up from behind the counter.

"Oh, another young wizard going to Hogwarts this year?" Mr. Ollivander adjusted his glasses and said softly, "Is this young lady buying a wand?"

"I need it too," Victor said.

Ollivander was somewhat surprised, because there were almost no adult wizards who hadn't bought a wand. But his expression quickly calmed down, and he nodded.

"I certainly haven't seen you before, sir. Are you a wizard who has just arrived in England?"

"Yes. But I'm a professor at Hogwarts now."

"No wonder, no wonder. Hmm... Your aura is very striking; I remember there's a wand that would be just right."

Ollivander looked around and finally picked up a wand box from the table.

"Thirteen inches, made of yew wood with a dragon's heartstring, it has little flexibility, and some unicorn horn dust was added during the manufacturing process, so that it will have a barely perceptible soft glow in a completely dark environment."