The Wizard of Hogwarts is Unscientific

Chapter 5 If the Owl Doesn't Come, I'll Send Dumbledore a Howling Letter

Time passed day by day, and it was getting closer and closer to July, and Andy's originally salty fish-like heart gradually became a little impetuous.

As long as he receives the admission letter from Hogwarts, Andy can have a wand of his own, learn and cast the first real magic.

and so…

"When the hell is that damn owl coming?"

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

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

"Don't wait, Andy, maybe your name isn't on the Access Book at all."

A certain little loli stood behind Andy, eating pudding, gloating and saying, "Maybe you're a squib!"

"Eating can't stop your mouth."

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 smiled lightly: "Speaking of which, I experienced a magic riot when I was six years old. Instead of worrying about me, someone might as well worry about themselves."

The little girl was a little self-closing, and even the pudding in her hand didn't taste good.

snort!Still want to fight with me?
After the time entered July, Andy's mood became more and more irritable, and even Kyle and Helen couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't worry, kid, the Hogwarts admission letter usually arrives in late July." Kyle comforted.

"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.

Not to mention that it's too late, Andy has been a little out of his mind recently.If Kyle hadn't stopped him desperately this morning, Andy's yelling 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 letter, I just want to get my wand early." Andy leaned on his right cheek, a little bit sleepy.

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

"Really?" Andy stood up excitedly.

"Don't even think about it!"

Helen gave Kyle an angry look, and said in a pointed tone: "It's good to let him worry, this kid is usually too quiet, it's rare to see him have emotional ups and downs."

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 in the bedroom, then landed firmly on the desk, raised its leg to signal Andy that he could get the letter, but his eyes kept falling on a small bag next to the desk—that was Andy last night Unfinished biscuits.

"Ha! Nice eyes."

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

Seeing that the letter was the acceptance letter from Hogwarts, Andy hung the reply letter he had written long ago on the owl's lap, signaling it to go back as soon as it finished eating.

Deng Deng Deng!
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 has already read the contents of the admission notice, and only after receiving this letter can Andy feel how excited he is.

This is magic!
"Understood, um...Kyle went 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 bit 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!"

???

Don't you usually look forward to going to Diagon Alley the most?

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

Just halfway through the conversation, Andy suddenly realized that the two of them are working together to amuse themselves.

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

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

Helen shook her head regretfully, then took out her wand and pointed it at her body, and the original home clothes instantly changed into a set of blue wizard robes.

"I've changed, Isa, go back and change quickly, or I won't take you there."

Isabel looked at Andy, who had already changed his clothes, and said with a puffy face, "You two are too 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."

For Andy, Helen has always been at ease.

"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 pedestrian street in the Muggle world.

Ollivander: Made fine wands since 380 BC.

Andy opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Ollivander, I've come to buy a wand."

The shop is small, with nothing but a counter and a bench, and thousands of long and narrow boxes fill the space in the shop.

Ollivander poked his head out from behind a shelf, his pale eyes sparkling, "Good morning, Mr. Collins, it looks like you're finally old enough to go to school."

"Yeah, yeah!" Andy looked smug.

Two years ago, Andy took the pocket money he had finally saved and wanted to secretly buy a magic wand, but this bad old man flatly refused.

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 automatically flew up, measuring Andy's whole body from top to bottom, inside and out.

"Each of Ollivander's wands has super magical properties, that's the essence of them. We make wands from different materials, as if no two wizards are exactly alike in the world, so every wand is unique. with a different personality."

Speaking of this, 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, with a core of phoenix tail feathers, thirteen and a half inches."

Andy took the wand.

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

Andy waved his wand.

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

(End of this chapter)