Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 7: Ollivander’s veela granddaughter?

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 asked curiously: "For some wizards with unscrupulous minds, isn't gold and other things as easy to get as pounds?"

"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 and said flatteringly.

That is to say, if the other party has the courage and ability to sneak in, you will accept the stolen goods, right, Xiao En slandered.

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

He enthusiastically sent the two out: "I look forward to seeing you again."

Sean patted his bag. Inside was the deformed lizard skin wallet presented by Gringotts, and there was 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 away, Allen complained: "This ratio is really dark enough, and 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. He does not allow his son to cringe when buying things.

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

"Magic wand." Sean immediately gave the answer.

The father and son followed the simple map on the parchment and came to a dilapidated store. The golden signboard on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander: Since 382 BC, he began to make sticks. 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 has a petite figure, and she is currently holding a huge, heavy old book. She is wearing a pair of delicate gold-rimmed glasses, and she is reading it seriously at this time.

A very delicate and beautiful girl who looks about the same age as herself.

Sean's gaze was divided, and he stepped forward gently, and whispered politely: "Hello, is the owner there?"

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 his breathing stagnate 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 the wand, ordinary people may be injured." She gracefully retracted the wand and explained softly.

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

With the sound of light footsteps, Sean finally saw the Ollivander he had expected, an old man with extremely 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 mischievously and stopped his habitual beginning.

The tape measure that flew automatically began to measure the data of every part of Sean's body, and when Ollivander turned around to shuttle between the shelves, the tape measure had already begun to measure the distance between his nostrils.

"Which hand 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."

As soon as Sean took the wand and waved it, Ollivander took the wand almost roughly.

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

Again nothing happens.

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

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"How about this one?"

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"Very good, this one?"

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"Aren't picky customers~IndoMTL.com~ come and try this root?"

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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.

After 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 out."

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

As soon as he touched 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 okay?" 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 and dust, with a strange light in his eyes.

He glanced at the girl, then turned to Sean and said, "Elm, thirteen inches, and the core is dragon heartstrings. 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. Wands made of this kind of wood are the least prone to stupid mistakes and can cast the most elegant spells, but..." Ollivander's expression showed some fear.

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