The wizard in Hogwarts is unscientific

Chapter 5 If the owl doesn’t come again, I will send a howling letter to Dumbledore

Time passed day by day, and July was getting closer and closer, and Andy's originally salty heart gradually became a little impetuous. new

As long as he receives the admission notice to Hogwarts, Andy can have a wand of his own and learn and perform his first real magic.

so…

"When the hell is that damn owl coming?"

On the first day of July, Andy lay on the window sill with his chin in his hands, looking up at the blue sky, and couldn't help but want to write a roaring letter to Dumbledore.

The students are all on vacation, so the principal shouldn't be very busy, right?

"Don't wait, Andy, maybe your name is not in the Book of Access at all."

A certain little loli stood behind Andy, eating pudding and gloating: "Maybe you are a squib!"

"I can't even stop your mouth with food."

Andy said angrily, and then said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, Isa, you haven't experienced a magic riot yet, right?"

Isabel: "..."

"Ah!"

Andy spread his hands and chuckled: "Speaking of which, I experienced magic riots when I was six years old. Instead of worrying about me, someone should worry about themselves."

The little girl is a bit autistic, and even the pudding in her hand no longer tastes good. new

snort! Still want to fight me?

After the time entered July, Andy's mood became more and more impatient, and even Kyle and Helen couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't worry, kid, the Hogwarts admission notice usually doesn't arrive until late July." Kyle soothed.

"Don't you usually practice spellcasting by yourself? Since you are not a squib, Hogwarts will definitely admit you." Helen also comforted her while eating.

I can't help but say that Andy has been a little distracted recently. If Kyle hadn't stopped him this morning, Andy's shouting letter would have been sent to Dumbledore's desk.

You are so awesome, why don't you send a howling letter to Voldemort?

"I'm not worried about the admission notice, I just want to get my magic wand as soon as possible." Andy leaned on his right cheek, a little distracted.

Kyle pinched his chin and said, "If you really want to learn magic early, you can try it with my wand."

"Really?" Andy stood up excitedly.

"Don't even think about it!"

Helen rolled her eyes at Kyle angrily, and said in a pointed tone: "It's okay to make him anxious for a while. This kid is usually too quiet. It's rare to see him have mood swings."

Andy: "?"

"That's fine." Kyle agreed.

On July 15th, the owl from Hogwarts finally flew to St. Catchpole Village and flew into Andy's bedroom through the window.

The owl flew around the bedroom, then landed steadily on the desk. He raised his leg to indicate to Andy that he could pick up the letter, but his eyes kept falling on a small bag next to the desk - that was Andy's last night. Uneaten cookies. new˙ɔoɯ

"Ha! Nice eyes."

Andy understood the rules of the owl, so he first gave it a few biscuits as a reward, and then took down the letter.

Seeing that the letter was the admission notice to Hogwarts, Andy hung the reply he had written long ago on the owl's leg and signaled it to go back as soon as it finished eating.

Thump thump thump!

Running all the way downstairs, Andy took the letter and said to Helen impatiently: "Mom, the admission notice has arrived. Can we go buy wands?"

Andy had already read the contents of the admission notice. Only when he received this letter could Andy feel how excited he was.

This is magic!

new

"I know, um... Kyle has gone to work, and Isa is alone at home with no one to take care of her. How about we wait until the weekend?" Helen's expression was a little malicious.

"We can take Isa with us..."

Before Andy finished speaking, Isabel crossed her arms and said firmly: "I don't want to go to Diagon Alley!"

? ? ?

Aren't you usually looking forward to going to Diagon Alley the most?

"We can send Issa to the Weasleys..."

Just in the middle of speaking, Andy suddenly realized that these two women were working together to amuse themselves.

"Stop making trouble, let's pack up and leave!" Andy said angrily.

"Hee, I haven't seen you acting like a child for a long time."

Helen shook her head with regret, then took out her wand and pointed it at her body. The original home clothes instantly turned into a blue wizard robe.

"I've changed, Isa, go back and change quickly, otherwise I won't take you with me."

Isabel looked at Andy, who had already changed his clothes, and hummed with a puffed face: "You two are so cunning!"

…

Arriving through the fireplace to Diagon Alley, Helen held Isabel's hand and Probe said to Andy: "Leave the other things to me. You go buy the wand and clothes yourself."

Helen was always at ease with Andy.

"Got it, Mom."

Andy has been to Diagon Alley many times and is very familiar with it.

I was very excited the first time I came, and I was still interested in walking around the second and third times. But as I came more often, I found that apart from the magical magic, there was actually not much to see here.

The scope of Diagon Alley is not as large as the larger pedestrian streets in the Muggle world.

Ollivander: Made exquisite wands since 382 BC.

Andy opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Ollivander, I'm here to buy a wand."

The store was very small, with nothing but a counter and a bench. Thousands of long and narrow boxes filled the space.

Ollivander stretched out a head from behind a shelf, his light-colored eyes were bright and bright, "Good morning, Mr. Collins, it seems that you have finally reached the age of going to school."

"Yeah, yeah!" Andy looked proud.

Two years ago, Andy took his hard-earned pocket money and wanted to secretly buy a wand, but was rejected by this bad old man.

hateful!

"It's the right hand, right? Lift your arm." Ollivander obviously has a good memory.

Andy raised his right arm, and a tape measure flew up automatically, measuring Andy's entire body from top to bottom, inside and out.

"Every Ollivander's wand has super magical properties, that's the essence of it. We make wands from different materials, as if no two wizards are exactly the same, so every wand is unique. With different personalities.”

At this point, Ollivander's tone suddenly became more serious: "Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard."

"..."

Although Andy didn't comment on this, he didn't want to comment on other people's professional fields.

"Try this one, pine wood, phoenix tail feather core, thirteen and one-half inches."

Andy took the wand.

For a moment, Andy seemed to feel that he and the wand had become one, and he could even feel that the wand in his hand was conveying an emotion called 'excitement' to him.

Andy waved his wand.

The tip of the wand instantly bloomed with a brilliant light, and the originally dark room seemed to become much brighter.