Chapter 15

Looking at the silly eyed red haired twins, Brad chuckled and walked out.

It's nice to make a fortune like this.

Although Brad won't sell the legend card after he gets it.

Regulus was also interested in Brad's bad taste.

Is deliberately irritating!

The Weasleys are really down in the dumps It's clear that I'm making money, but how come I'm not happy all of a sudden?

However, such a thing, they have not yet reneged on the deal, has represented a very good character.

"Fred, did you notice that the uncle who paid just now was regullus black, who saved uncle Fabian?" Asked George.

"Of course I found it!" Fred went on, "so you mean the guy in the plush hat was his godson Lestrange?"

"It should be right!" George nodded. "He should be going to Hogwarts this year."

"Then we..."

"This year..."

"Thank him so much."

The twins really seem to be interlinked, and they all sing and sing in the end.

And the two people said they were happy again. They quickly took the seven jinjialong and ran out.

What can I buy? Mom must not find out!

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"The twins just now belonged to the Weasleys, didn't they?" "Red hair and lack of money have become the hallmark of their family in recent years," Braud asked

"Yes, they are! The fact that the Arthur Weasleys have seven children is also famous. " Regulles nodded. "The Gryffindor in Providence invited me to dinner in return for saving my life It happened that his sister came with the children. You know, I didn't take a few bites of that last meal. "

Fabian pwitt, the second brother of Molly pwitt Weasley, was one of the members of the order of the Phoenix rescued by Regulus from death eaters. He and his brother Gideon pwitt are very, very powerful witches who can confront the five most powerful Death Eaters.

Although he was finally defeated by the endless black magic, Voldemort gave both of them high praise.

It's not easy for regulles to save his brother's Fabian pwitt Who called his brother Gideon pwitt was hit by awada, and no one could be saved.

Talking about these things, Brad and regulles were joking and reached the next stop.

Olivander's wand shop.

This is a small, dilapidated looking shop with a peeling gold lettered sign on the door that says, "Oliver: made a good wand since 382 BC."

In the dusty window, there was a wand alone on the faded purple cushion.

Braud vowed that if it had not been the only regular wand shop in Britain, it would have been closed down by now.

Other things Brad uses for school can be prepared by other people, only the wand must come by itself.

Oh, the previous wand was also an extra second-hand wand Brad still needs one that really suits him.

Open the door and enter the store. The bell on the door makes a sound and tells the shop keeper that there are guests.

The shop is very small, there is nothing but a bench.

Regulles sat down on the bench and asked Brad to go to the counter himself. In addition to the maker of the wand, the best information is the master himself. After all, if we follow the "wand selection" principle that the Ollivander family has always recognized, just looking at the wand can tell what kind of magic the master is good at.

Brad waited for a moment, and then he heard "good morning.".

A ladder came across the shelf, and Mr. Ollivander stood on the shelf and said hello to Brad.

Although he looks like an old man with white hair who is not very trimmed, Mr. Olivander's big light colored eyes are like two shining moons in the dim shop.

Brad thought the eyes might be doing something magic.

"Hello, sir!" Brad was polite. "I need a wand."

"Yes, yes, you do need a wand." Mr. Ollivander looked at the family badge on Brad's cloak. "Mr. Lestrange, isn't it?"

Yes, sir Brad nodded with a smile.

Brad's Velvet Cloak blocks all exploratory magic, and Mr. Ollivander can only guess his identity by looking at his family badge.

The emblem of the Lestrange family is a round shield with an L in the middle. Behind the shield are two crossed spears, and on the left and right sides of the shield there is a three headed snake.

Defense, attack, insidious, cunning It's a very recognizable badge anyway.

"All right! Mr. Lestrange, let me see. " Mr. Olivander took a long tape measure with a silver scale from his coat pocket. "Which arm do you have to use for your wand"I'm used to using my left hand." Brad held out his left hand.

"Lift up your arms. Good. " Mr. Olivander put the tape measure directly on Brad's body. The tape measure was alive and began to measure himself.

First from shoulder to fingertip, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally measure head circumference.

Mr. Olivander let the tape measure move by itself, and he went back to the shelf to look for something. "Every olive wand has a super magic substance, which is the essence of it, Mr. Lestrange. We use Unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Each olive wand is unique because there are no two unicorns, dragons or Phoenix that are identical. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, you will never have such a good effect. "

Although Brad complained that he might say the same lines to everyone who came to buy the wand, he did not interrupt.

After measuring the distance between Brad's nostrils, the volume flew back into Mr. Olivander's pocket.

This tape measure is bad enough I like it.

Picking out a wand, Mr. Ollivander handed it to Brad, "ten and a quarter inches, made of willow and snake nerves, very soft."

Braud took it, and a little Viper flew out of the end of the stick.

"Oh, how strange." Mr. Olivander saw this phenomenon and confirmed one thing. "Mr. Lestrange, can you take off your strange magic cloak first? Maybe it's your hidden magic wave that interferes with my judgment. Although the wand listened to you, it was because of your unexpected magic. "

Brad laughed and said, "yes, sir."

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