: Ollivander's Most Silent Episode 1

"Crunch."

The old door hinges made a harsh, scraping sound.

Ethan pushed open the door and entered, his cobalt blue eyes blinking uncomfortably in the dimly lit environment.

Several wizards in the bar, who appeared to be social outcasts, glanced at him, then turned away uninterestedly.

There was only one witch with thick lips and a large chest, who whistled a lewd whistle at him with ill intent.

Ethan smiled at her, which surprised her.

Wow—this kid is really handsome!

"Knock knock."

Ethan stood on tiptoe, tapped the bar, and politely said to the hunched man wiping the glasses behind him:

"Hello, I'm a new student at Hogwarts. I don't have a wand yet. Could you help me knock on a brick in the wall?"

Upon hearing this, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, lifted his eyelids and looked down at the pretentious-speaking young man.

The boy was thin, dressed simply, with pale skin, and had slightly curly black hair, but his features were very regular.

Even though he's still young, you can tell that he'll definitely make countless girls shed tears when he grows up.

On this pale face, only a pair of cobalt blue eyes shone brightly.

Like the vast night sky, serene and profound, it is scattered among countless stars.

He exudes a maturity beyond his years.

You came alone...

Tom glanced at Ethan a few more times because of his appearance, but didn't pay much attention to him.

He simply said "Come with me," put down the glass, and walked towards the back door.

Indeed, not everyone gets the "savior" treatment.

Ethan thought to himself, noticing Tom's somewhat indifferent attitude.

He didn't pay any attention, but instead took a look at the bar's decor with great interest.

Hmm~ It's very simple.

The fruit bowl paintings hanging on the wall were covered in cobwebs, and the frames almost blended into the wall.

It looked neither original nor appetizing.

"Different arrangements can give guests different feelings, Mr. Tom. Those paintings look a bit old," Ethan said.

Tom waved his hand dismissively, saying, "These are all regulars; it's quieter without anyone else. Besides, it's just a few paintings; what difference can they make?"

Upon hearing this, Ethan did not respond, but silently noted down the issue of the painting at the Leaky Cauldron.

This place leads directly to Diagon Alley and has a huge flow of people.

If you want to make a name for yourself, hanging your paintings here is the best choice.

but.

one way or another.

He always has to create a painting that is worthy of being framed and can be called a "work of art".

Regular sketches and portraits won't do.

Thoughts drifted by.

Ethan followed the bar owner through the back door to a small courtyard surrounded by walls.

The loyal trash can continues to perform its duties.

"Count three up, then two in the middle, and tap them three times with your wand."

"Tap tap".

Tom tapped his worn-out wand on the brick wall.

Then, upon hearing the clicking sound, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Centered on that wall brick, the surrounding bricks folded outwards one after another, as if they had folded into another dimension.

The central opening gradually enlarged until it became a very spacious archway.

Suddenly, a cacophony of noise hit us.

Various shops line both sides of the cobblestone road.

Colorful parasols swayed in the breeze, sunlight streaming through them, making it feel like stepping into a sea of ​​flowers.

"Did someone really break into Gringotts? Merlin, who would be so foolish as to..."

"Child, you are too young to need Lady Primpinier's beauty potions."

"The lacewings want 2 Galleons! They've gone mad!"

People dressed in various wizard robes came and went, and occasionally there were people dressed in Muggle clothes. Screams of children could be heard from time to time in the crowd.

Despite being prepared, Ethan was still stunned by the amazing scene.

"Wow--"

He stared with his mouth agape and his eyes wide open, as if he wished he had eight eyes to see.

"Heh heh, enjoy your new life, kid," bar owner Tom grinned.

Ethan snapped out of his daze and said, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Tom."

"There's no need to be so polite."

Tom waved his hand.

That's what they say, but everyone likes a well-behaved and polite child.

"My daughter, Hannah Abbott, is going to Hogwarts this year. You might run into her there. Good luck, kid."

Ethan nodded and watched Tom turn and leave.

Then, filled with excitement, I stepped into Diagon Alley.

He doesn't have a vault, so he doesn't need to go to Gringotts to get money.

Ethan's first stop was naturally the one he was most looking forward to—Olivendine's Wand Shop.

"Ring ring ring".

As Ethan pushed open the gray glass door, a sound came from somewhere behind the shop.

What comes into view are rows of shelves filled with rectangular boxes, making it seem like I've entered a library.

The hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley is kept at bay; even the floating dust here exudes a sense of solemnity.

Ethan looked around with interest, feeling a sense of tranquility and peace.

Sudden.

"Gala la".

The sound of a roller scraping across the floor came from deep inside the shop.

An elderly man with white hair stood on the ladder, staring intently at Ethan with his moon-like gray eyes, and said:

"oh--"

Ethan looked at him with a smile.

After uttering "oh" for a long time, Ollivander still couldn't utter a single word.

An awkward silence fell over the shop.

Without him.

Because not only had no ancestors who bought wands from Ethan, but he also had no wizards to accompany him!

There's no way to show off my amazing memory (or rather, to show off)!

It's important to know that even in Muggle families, there are often professors or volunteers to guide them.

After all, Diagon Alley is full of shops, and it wouldn't be good if you accidentally turned into the neighboring Knockdown Alley!

This unusual situation reminded Ollivander of decades ago, of the dark-haired boy who walked into the shop alone, and that extraordinary yew wand…

"Ahem, welcome to Ollivanders Wand Shop. New little wizard, let me choose the perfect wand for you—or rather, the wand choosing the wizard."

Ollivander quickly changed the subject, speaking solemnly to Isan.

Which hand do you use most?

"Right hand."

Ethan answered, suppressing a laugh.

It was also drawn by my own hands.

While the automatic measuring tape meticulously measured him, Mr. Ollivander was already moving among the complex shelves.

"You have calluses on your right hand, do you often hold pens or tools... Let me see, try this, elm wood, thirteen and a half inches long, unicorn hair, suitable for casting magnificent and powerful magic."

Ethan took the straight, smooth wand and waved it.

"Bang!"

The vase next to it was broken.

"Oh, no, no! Not this one. Let me think, perhaps cedar wood would suit you; a resilient and discerning wizard would find it to be the best companion."

However, this one won't work either.

Just when Ethan thought he would be trying here for a long time.

Mr. Ollivander suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" and then ran excitedly to a shelf, pulling out a wand box.

"Yes, yes! I should have thought of this wand when I saw the calluses on your hands."

"Hornbeak wood, dragon heartstring, fourteen inches long."

This is a light brown wand with faint horizontal ridges.

Ethan curiously took it, and as soon as he touched it, he felt a warm current flow into his palm through the wand, resonating with the magic within him.

That's it!

Ethan was filled with excitement and, following this impulse, waved his hand in mid-air.

"brush--"

A rich blue paint spreads out, with the moon and stars slowly rotating within it, mysterious and beautiful.

Ollivander's eyes crinkled into a smile, revealing his appreciation, and he said slowly:

"Hornbeak wood is especially favored by wizards who possess pure enthusiasm and a fervent love for something."

"It seems the calluses on your right hand are from painting."

Ethan kept looking up at the night sky made of oil paint, the rich blue seemingly blending into his eyes.

It wasn't until the paint disappeared that Ethan came to his senses and looked at Ollivander, who was smiling and reaching out to him.

"Seven Galleons, thank you for your patronage."

"..."

The rapidly depleting purse pulled Ethan back to reality.

How could this be repaired?! (╯>д<)╯!!

Making money! That's the top priority!