章 6: Chapter 6: It’s a pity
Diagon Alley.
Vinda appeared out of thin air with the two of them.
[Congratulations to the host for entering Diagon Alley, Achievement unlocked: Explore Diagon Alley]
[Achievement point reward: 100]
Before Argus could celebrate, he saw Draco dry heaving against the wall.
"Ugh!"
"Is this your first time Apparating?" Argus asked with a strange expression.
"Of course not!" Draco almost jumped up at these words, but before he could get up, he started vomiting again.
After about two or three minutes, he finally calmed down.
Just as Argus was about to enter Diagon Alley with Draco, a few sneaky figures caught his attention.
Aurors? Or forces from a pure-blood family?
Argus shot a questioning glance at Vinda, who nodded in response.
She had already noticed them.
"Argus, you go ahead and buy what you need for Hogwarts. I have some matters to attend to," Vinda quietly pulled out her wand from her sleeve, hinting to Argus that she was going to deal with them.
Argus got the message and nodded, "Aunt Vinda, you go ahead. I'll take Draco to buy the supplies and then we'll come find you."
Argus turned to look at Draco.
"Let's go to Ollivanders first."
Argus stepped forward and arrived in front of a shop.
The shop's door was old and narrow, and piles and piles of wands almost left no place to step.
It's hard to imagine that this was the place of one of Europe's three great wandmakers, the cradle of countless wizards.
"Oh~ two young wizards, welcome."
A standard British accent echoed from a heap of boxes, and an old man with dirty white hair wearing a brown bell-sleeve robe walked out.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander!" Argus showed great respect for this top-tier craftsman in the wizarding world.
"Come on in, children."
Ollivander warmly welcomed them in.
"Platinum blonde hair, pure-blooded air, you must be a Malfoy! I still remember when your father came to buy his wand; it was made of elm wood and dragon heartstring."
"Ah! Can't believe so much time has passed since then. In the blink of an eye, his son is off to school too."
As soon as he saw Draco, Ollivander immediately displayed his characteristic as the top informant of the British wizarding world, reminiscing about the old days.
When he turned to Argus, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.
"Umm.. The noble bearing, blonde hair, and blue eyes— I don't recall any pure-blood family in Britain with those characteristics. You are..."
"Just call me Argus."
Seeing that Argus didn't elaborate, Ollivander didn't press further and went straight to the point.
"Alright, Argus. Tell me, which hand do you usually use?"
"Mr. Ollivander, you've misunderstood. I'm just accompanying Draco. As for the wand..."
Argus took out his wand from his cloak and showed it to Ollivander.
"I'm already prepared."
"Oh! My goodness!"
The moment Ollivander saw Argus's wand, he stumbled forward as if he had seen a rare treasure.
He exclaimed in awe!
"Elder wood, a core I've never seen before... this is..."
"It's qilin, qilin nerve, a magical creature from the distant East."
"Qilin?"
Just by the wand's material, Ollivander sensed that Argus's identity was extraordinary.
The last time a qilin appeared was during the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
Since then, no one had ever seen this magical creature again.
The fact that this young man could produce a wand made from qilin nerve spoke volumes about his identity!
"Are you from the Dumbledore family?"
Though phrased as a question, the tone was quite certain, making Argus's smile freeze instantly.
If it weren't for the noble demeanor he had cultivated over the years, he would have snatched the wand from Ollivander's hands immediately.
What kind of observation is that?
How do I resemble someone from that old bee's family?
Does he deserve it?
The acquisition of this wand had a certain element of chance.
He hadn't planned on choosing a wand so early.
Two years ago, by chance, he discovered in Grindelwald's stockpile some qilin hair, scales, and nerves that had been left for research.
Such precious materials were not something Argus would let go easily.
Thus, he ended up with the wand he had now.
Taking a deep breath, Argus barely managed to maintain his composed smile.
"Mr. Ollivander, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Argus."
"Argus Grindelwald!"
In the next second, Ollivander's eyes widened.
As a witness to the era when Gellert Grindelwald rampaged across Europe, he knew all too well the significance of that surname.
If it hadn't been for his father's suppression, he might have become an Acolyte himself.
What a pity... sigh!
For a moment, Ollivander didn't know how to address Argus.
"Mr. Ollivander, could you help me choose a wand first?" Draco's words broke the silence.
Ollivander snapped out of his daze and hurriedly grabbed a measuring tape, moving to Draco's side. "Young Malfoy, which arm do you use?"
"Right hand!"
"Try this one, nine and a half inches, redwood and dragon heartstring, similar to your father's!"
Ollivander finally returned to normal, pulling a box from a pile and handing it to Draco.
Draco took it and gave it a wave.
A loud explosion sounded, and the shop window shattered.
"Not quite right."
Draco shook his head in dissatisfaction.
"It seems you're different from your father. Try this one, ten inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn tail hair core."
As the wand waved, the shattered shop window slowly restored itself.
Draco, as if he had received a new toy, held the wand lovingly.
"This is it!"
"Thank you for your patronage, seven Galleons!"
...
Leaving Ollivander's Wand Shop, Argus smacked his lips.
He didn't hear Ollivander's classic phrase—the wand chooses a wizard bla bla bla.
This left him somewhat disappointed.
Draco didn't give him time to reminisce, pulling him immediately towards the other side of Diagon Alley.
"Let's go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to order Hogwarts uniforms first, and then to Twilfitt and Tattings for a few dress robes."
"You know, Madam Malkin's quality is just too low. If it weren't for Hogwarts needing to cater to those Muggle-born wizards, I wouldn't..."
Unconsciously, the two arrived outside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
Inside, quite a few young wizards were picking out their robes.
"Hello, are you two first-years at Hogwarts?"
Argus smiled in response. "Yes, Madam Malkin, please make some Hogwarts student robes for my friend and me."
"No problem, dears! just a moment."
Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch dressed in purple. She looked very kind, with a neighborly feel to her.
After measuring Argus and Draco, she took out a few ready-made robes and, with a wave of her wand, started stitching and tailoring them to fit. The needle and scissors moved continuously, adjusting the robes' sizes.
"Madam, may I ask how long our robes will take?" Argus felt it might take a while to get their robes, so he planned to go buy cauldrons and first-year textbooks in the meantime.
At that moment, the shop's bell rang.
Ding-a-ling!
Accompanied by the opening door, a thin boy walked in.
As soon as he entered, the boy exuded a sense of timidity, seemingly afraid to look at people, let alone speak to them.
Argus's heart skipped a beat.
Oversized clothes, a slightly lost and helpless expression.
And at the door... a giant!
Could it be...
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