Hogwarts: Restore The Glory Of The Black Family

In Diagon Alley, Meira and her family stood excitedly on the street. After all, she was a woman. As soon as Meira heard that she could go shopping, she suddenly became interested.

It happened that Martin and the others still needed to buy things they needed for school, so Cole came with his family.

The Lucius family was also there. After that day, Martin wrote a letter to Draco, saying that he and his younger siblings were also going to Hogwarts to study.

Draco jumped up with joy. Now that he had a friend to accompany him to school, Draco was so happy.

As for Goyle and Crabbe, they were just followers. Draco had never thought that these two people had the same status as himself since he was a child.

Only Martin, the Black cousins, could be his friends.

"Martin, will you buy an owl? I want to buy a raven, but my father won't let me."

Draco spoke softly, looking at Lucius who was talking to Cole from time to time. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with Lucius's decision, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Father said we can choose any pet. Anyway, if we want to deliver the letter, we have an owl at home."

After Martin said this, Draco looked envious. Regarding Martin and others being able to freely choose their own pets, Draco asked why Uncle Cole was so nice.

At this time, Meira and Narcissa were not in the mood to take care of the children for the time being, and went directly to Ms. Prim Burnell's Beauty Pharmacy.

Meira's beauty naturally doesn't require these, but she can't resist this curiosity. She also wants to see the difference in beauty potions in this world.

Cole didn't stop him and went directly to Ollivander's wand store with Lucius and the children.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Cole walked in and saw Ollivander sticking his head out from among the pile of rubble.

"Oh! Mr. Black, walnut, dragon's heart string, ten and a quarter inches. That's a good wand, not easy to bend."

Cole looked at Ollivander emerging from countless wand boxes and smiled inwardly. In England, basically all wizards' wands come from here.

Ollivander, the wand master, has a really good memory, but the wand he just mentioned was only used by the original Cole, and now Cole has changed the equipment.

"Mr. Malfoy, you are here too."

Looking at Lucius who came in later, Ollivander did not tell the origin of Lucius's wand. No one would ignore the cane that Lucius would carry wherever he went.

"Is there something wrong with your wands?"

"Mr. Ollivander, this time you are choosing wands for the children. They have all received notices from Hogwarts."

Ollivander's slightly dim eyes looked at the children who followed him through his glasses, and he smiled after a long time.

"Time flies so fast. It seems like yesterday that you came here to choose a wand. Now it's time to choose a wand for your child. Who comes first? Little Black or little Malfoy?"

The slovenly Ollivander obviously made Draco feel a little uncomfortable, and he even felt that the old man was nervous.

"I'll go first, Mr. Ollivander. My name is Martin Blake."

Martin stood up in a small suit. Those who didn't know better thought he was the oldest among these children, except for the eleven-year-old dragon Draco.

Ollivander smiled, picked up the tape measure, and measured Martin, asking whether he was left-handed or right-handed.

Not only did several children not understand why height and arm length were measured, Cole also didn’t understand.

Wizards generally don't change their wands. They are things that little wizards have used since childhood. What's the point of measuring these?

Cole could only suspect that this was a ploy by the Ollivander family to show off their family's expertise and monopolize the wand business in the wizarding world.

While measuring, Ollivander paid attention to several children of the Black family. Apart from the Weasley family, Ollivander had never seen any pure-blood family have so many children.

"Well, the talent is extremely powerful, then try this, yew wood, the nerve of the dragon, most suitable for powerful wizards."

As Ollivander spoke, he put a wand into Martin's hand. As Martin waved it, the wand boxes in the room began to fly, and even the wands at the back began to vibrate.

Unlike other little wizards who can't control the wand, Martin's talent has been known to everyone before.

Seeing this scene, Draco was about to jump up with excitement, and Lucius looked dissatisfied.

"Mr. Ollivander, I think it suits me well, doesn't it?"

Martin felt the wand in his hand and chose it directly.

The next one is Jerome. With the same operation, all the wands in Ollivander's store can find the right owner.

The success of Ben, Darlene and Alice simply gave Ollivander no sense of accomplishment at all. He liked picky little wizards the most, but the wands of several young wizards in the Black family were all suitable.

"Okay, but remember, it's the wand that picks the wizard, not the wizard that picks the wand."

Ollivander's nonsense was directly ignored by Martin and others. It was not the first time for them to come into contact with the wand, and they were not that excited.

Draco was next, standing up with an excited look on his face.

After some manipulation, Draco got his own wand, made of hawthorn wood and unicorn hair, which was exactly ten inches.

Seeing Draco waving his wand, Cole couldn't help but sigh. Although Draco usually looked arrogant, he was still very kind at heart.

You must know that none of Martin's palms are made of unicorn hair. Sometimes the material of the wand can reveal a person's heart.

For example, Martin's yew tree is often associated with death by wizards. The yew tree is regarded as the "tree of death", and the priests in certain places also regard the yew tree as a symbol of eternal life and immortality.

Several children were discussing their wands here, and Cole didn't notice two people, one large and one small, standing outside the window.

The three-meter-tall Hagrid patted his moleskin coat, looked at Lucius through the glass with disgust and said:

"There will always be annoying wizards. These evil wizards should go to Azkaban."

When Harry entered Diagon Alley for the first time, he was still staring curiously at Ollivander's Wand Shop, and his face looked curious when he heard Hagrid's words.

"Hagrid, do wizards have bad guys too?"

"Of course Harry, some bad wizards are born to harm others. You must remember to stay away from them. Come on, let's go to Gringotts to get the money first. The smell of Malfoy is always unpleasant."

Hagrid led Harry away with a look of disgust on his face. Harry followed Hagrid, smelling the natural scent on Hagrid's body and wondering in his mind: Is there anyone with a stronger scent than you?

Of course the kind-hearted Harry would not say it out loud, but Hagrid was the best person he had met in these years.