Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 169 168: The Boy Who Lived!

The wand shop is not very big.

It was as if they had walked into a very strict library.

Apart from a bench, there were only a few scattered pieces of furniture in the entire store. The rest were towering bookshelves, but what was placed on them were not books but thousands of wands.

This is undoubtedly the largest arsenal in the British wizarding world.

"Good morning, customers."

The blond boy was smiling very quietly.

He has exceptionally bright golden hair, as if it were woven from the purest sunlight, and every strand of hair shines with a dazzling luster.

Under the soft light of the early morning, his golden hair looked even more dazzling, as if it were given life and swaying gently, with countless tiny spots of light dancing around.

"Have we met somewhere?" Ian felt a sense of déjà vu about this boy, and he didn't know if it was from the time when he was wandering around Diagon Alley before.

Just as the little wizard was pondering.

"It was probably when you took this lady and her family to have breakfast at the Miaomiao Cat Dessert Shop this morning. I also had a piece of matcha chocolate cake in that shop at that time."

The blond boy put down the book he was reading, which was a wizard version of a romance novel titled "The Fallen Witch Fell in Love with Me". No one knew why a little boy would like to read such a thing.

"Is that right?"

Ian tried to recall that he was probably focused on the food. The Grangers paid for the food, and it would be a blasphemy to go somewhere else if he was distracted.

"I remember him, the boy was sitting in the corner." Hermione suddenly spoke up, her attention only staying on the title of the blond boy's book for a few seconds.

Hermione used to love reading romance novels, but now she is only interested in real magic books. The little witch believes that this is a sign that she is beginning to mature.

"I also remember meeting this young gentleman when I was using the restroom in the cake shop." Mr. Granger then spoke, recalling the past, and his words were immediately agreed with by Mrs. Granger.

"It's hard not to notice such a beautiful child. I remember that too." The three members of the family spoke up and gave details, which made Ian feel a little unconfident.

"Strange...I don't have any impression of it at all."

He scratched his head.

But I didn't think much about it.

After all, even though the blond boy did have an outstanding appearance, he was just a little boy after all. As a boy himself, it was reasonable for me not to pay much attention to him or observe him.

"We will all be classmates in the future, and there is plenty of time to get to know each other. Let's help this lady choose a wand first." The blond boy smiled gently and suggested.

"Yes! The wand!"

Hermione became excited again.

"What a young and energetic voice! I think I have roughly determined the type of wand you should use." Ollivander began to rub his hands in anticipation.

"Not bad, not bad. You have outstanding talent and a competitive spirit. I think those cute little guys can't wait to test whether you are qualified to hold them."

The old fraud's serious and earnest words immediately made Hermione feel nervous.

"Do I still need to pass the wand test?" Hermione turned to look at her parents subconsciously. After seeing the blank expressions on their faces, she realized that her parents knew nothing about magic just like she did. In a panic, she immediately looked at Ian for help.

"What are you going to call me?"

Ian spoke slowly.

He was imitating Snape's frightening intonation.

"Ian... little teacher?"

Hermione was a little shy and spoke in a mosquito-like voice. Since they met this morning, she had been repeatedly reminded by the little wizard to use more "respectful" names when addressing him.

She said that she wanted to let other students at Hogwarts know that she had a close relationship with the little wizard when they met her by chance, so that they would not be bullied in Hogwarts.

"It's Teacher Ian, there's no 'little' in it!" Ian didn't completely like to bully children. After all, he had accepted bribes and promised to take care of Miss Granger in front of him at Hogwarts.

"Okay, Mr. Ian, what's going on?" Hermione didn't dare to look at Ollivander again. She could only grit her teeth and ask Ian again with a thick face.

how to say.

This is a typical lack of self-confidence.

The same was true of Hermione in the original timeline. It was precisely because of her lack of self-confidence that she appeared to be more competitive. What she feared most now was that Ollivander would judge that she was not suitable for studying magic.

"It's not a big problem. This is Mr. Ollivander demonstrating his craftsmanship. Don't worry, he will definitely be able to find a wand that suits you so that you can start your wizarding journey."

Ian's point of view immediately caused Ollivander to refute.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Prince. This is a truth with solid evidence... Not everyone has the same right as you to choose the wand instead of being chosen by it."

Ollivander walked up to Hermione and began to measure Hermione's physical data with a tape measure. He repeated it several times as if he wanted to correct the "wrong" ideas that Ian had instilled in Hermione.

"Yes, of course it is, young lady. Your wand will choose you. It has been waiting for you for a long time, and my duty is to find it from its hiding corner and give it to you."

Ollivander's old voice was filled with firmness in his ideals.

however.

However, he never expected that his grandson would jump out to ruin his plan.

"To put it simply, we make a lot of wands. After comparing prices, there is always one that suits you." The atmosphere suddenly lost its seriousness with the slightly teasing words of the blond boy who stood up.

"Lyrium, you should be respectful of the wand." Ollivander looked at his grandson with dissatisfaction. His words revealed that the blond boy's name should be Lyrium Ollivander.

"I'm more concerned about calming the wand owner's nervousness. Can't you see that this lady is almost dying of nervousness?" Lyrium shrugged and responded to Ollivander with a little helplessness.

"Why don't you let me help her choose her wand?"

The little boy named Lirium seemed eager to try.

"you……"

Ollivander hesitated.

He is very worried that his grandson will not be able to inherit his skills well in the future, so it might be a good idea to let his grandson practice sales skills?

Anyway, as long as he could make enough wands to sell for hundreds of years before he died, it would probably be enough for the Ollivander family to give birth to a descendant with a professional talent for wand making.

Thinking of this.

Ollivander made his decision immediately.

"Okay, then you come."

He handed the tape measure to Lirium and stood aside to watch. Perhaps because he was not too sure, his eyes did not shift when he reached out to take the cup.

"Mr. Ollivander, you are holding your grandson's fish tank." Ian helped Ollivander change a cup in time, thus avoiding the tragedy of several small fish being swallowed in one gulp.

"This old gentleman should be eighty years old, right?"

Mrs. Granger was secretly discussing Ollivander's age with her husband when she saw this. The subtext of course was that she felt Ollivander's reaction and eyes seemed to have degenerated.

"Eighty years old? Hahaha, do you think I'm still a young guy?" Ollivander's hearing was quite good, and he actually smiled with a very happy expression.

"..."

The couple looked at each other and both said that it was hard to comment on this. What is meant by eighty years old and still a young man? In the Muggle world, people of this age have already retired or been in the coffin for who knows how many years!
"Miss, relax a little. I am choosing the wand for you now. I will not tell you about the wand choosing the wizard. The only thing you need to know is that the wand will reveal the fate of your life." Lyrium began to measure Hermione's size. He actually took out his wand and used some magic on the tape measure.

Then, the tape measure seemed to come alive, starting with measuring the distance from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, from the knee to the armpit and even to the head circumference.

Such a magical scene made Hermione and the Grangers smack their lips in amazement. And Ian also looked at the blond boy in surprise, there were not many wizards who could use spells so skillfully before entering school.

"What's measured here is body proportions, not height. Even if you grow physically, the general structure and proportions of your body won't change much."

When Lyrium put away the tape measure, he also kindly explained the purpose of this step. Ian had never received such a detailed explanation service when he went to Ollivander to buy a wand before.

"So, can I find a wand that suits me?" Hermione was still visibly nervous, and was obviously very worried about the saying "the wand chooses the wizard".

"of course."

After Lyrium finished speaking, he turned back and went to the shelf where the wands were placed.

"She might be more suitable for dragon nerves or heart chords. What remains is to determine the raw material of the wood." Old Ollivander couldn't help but give a reminder at this time.

His vision is indeed quite sharp.

only.

"Maybe there is a better option?"

But Lyrium did not accept it.

"What are dragon nerves? Are there really dragons in this world? Does the power of the wand come from these magical things?" Hermione began her three questions full of confusion and curiosity.

Lyrium answered gently.

He was still rummaging through the container, muttering to himself, "Where did I put it?" and "Was it stolen?"

Only in the horizon visible to him.

A faint light shone from an old wooden box on the container.

"The wand core is the essence of the wand. It is the key to stabilizing and amplifying the magic effect. For our store, the most commonly used wand core materials come from unicorns, dragons, and phoenixes."

"Of course, there are exceptions. With some attempts and innovations, other types of wands will be born, but basically every wand of that type can be considered unique."

Lyrium's explanation was approved by Ollivander.

"Yes, just like the one of Mr. Prince, elderberry, unicorn hair, impossible miracle." He finally seized this opportunity that he liked best to show off his memory.

"Impossible wand?"

Hermione just began to wonder.

A brand new wand was handed to him by Lyrium.

“This one…”

Ollivander frowned.

"Another story to hear?"

Ian pricked up his ears and prepared to start checking for plagiarism.

however.

"No, no, no, there is no story. This is just a practice piece made by my useless grandson. I can't remember how many years ago it was made. Anyway, no one has taken it away in the past few years."

Ollivander's words made Ian a little disappointed.

"So, will the practice works be discounted?" This was not the young wizard's question, but Mrs. Granger also seized the opportunity to try to start her bargaining mode.

Their family is indeed not short of money, but women's happiness is well understood. Besides, the living environment of the dentist's family is not to the point where they can buy things with gold without blinking an eye.

"This is a finished work and there is no flaw." Lyrium first defended his wand, and then looked at the little witch who was at a loss holding the wand.

"Wave it."

He reminded the little witch. Then, Hermione understood and waved her wand awkwardly. Then a warm and powerful force instantly flowed through her body. In the air, bright and beautiful flowers condensed, slowly spinning, and finally dissipated into nothingness, leaving the whole room full of amazement.

“This is really… so magical!”

Hermione felt a connection she had never felt before, as if this wand was her destined partner, able to understand her every thought and amplify her every potential.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

Not sure if it was an illusion, Hermione felt there was a strange, abstract laughter in her ears. This laughter disappeared along with the end of the vision, as if it was an illusion.

"That's it, Miss Granger. This wand has been waiting for you, just as you have been chosen in the dark. Together, you will write a chapter that is destined to be different."

Lyrium smiled and made his own comments, which were similar to the words of old Ollivander, but it could be seen that he was much more restrained, and it could be completely regarded as a good wish.

"What kind of wood is the wand made of? And is the core really made of dragon nerves?" Hermione was the type who learned and applied what she learned, and she looked curiously at the wand in her hand that was in tune with her heart.

"As our old man said, you are extremely talented and have a clear competitive spirit, so this is a wand made of grapevine wood."

"Vine wood wands are usually only chosen by wizards with amazing talents and great ambitions." Lyrium explained patiently, and then added a clarification after a pause.

"Of course, I also saw something that my old man didn't see, that is, you have been favored by fate, and absolute loyalty will lead you to a bright future." The blond boy's words really made Hermione's heart surge. It has to be said that when it comes to sales talk, this thing may really pay attention to family traditions.

"So, what is the wand core, young Mr. Ollivander?" Ian sighed inwardly, but still asked out of curiosity. There are probably several types of wand cores that represent loyalty.

He also learns the craft of cane making from time to time.

"Raven's tail feather, Mr. Prince." Lyrium looked at Ian cheerfully, smiling brightly, "The core I used in this magic wand is the tail feather of a crazy raven!"

He even emphasized the tone at the end of his words, creating a sense of emphasis, and just when Ian frowned slightly and was about to ask the other party how to tell whether a bird is mentally ill or not.

"Seven Galleons, thank you."

Old Ollivander had already rushed in front of the Grangers.

Still the same tone.

It's still that price.

"Not less, not a penny less. This is the price set by the Ministry of Magic. We don't make much money." He even predicted what Mrs. Granger was about to say.

"Forehead……"

Mrs. Granger felt the firm tone of old Ollivander's voice and could only count out seven gold Galleons with some disappointment - all the gold Galleons they currently held came from Ian's private exchange.

The amount of pounds required for one gold Galleon is much more than that of Gringotts, but slightly lower than that of the black market. The amount of gold Galleons that Gringotts can exchange for Muggle coins every year is only a small amount.

It simply won't be enough.

"Now that I have a wand, can I start learning magic? Is it difficult to learn magic?" Hermione asked Ian excitedly, holding her wand tightly.

"Of course it's not difficult."

Ian answered in the affirmative.

“Or rather very simple.”

He is a person who likes to share, so after sorting out his own experience, he added, "Each kind of magic has its own color and smell."

"Like the Patronus Charm has a licorice flavor, Transfiguration has a chocolate flavor, and the Unforgivable Curses have... well, this is something you don't need to know."

"In short, when practicing magic, as long as you smell the right scent, there will be no mistakes in your casting." The young wizard was really sharing the experience he had summed up.

But his overly abstract expression made Hermione a little confused.

but.

The young wizard felt that Hermione's ability to understand must be insufficient. As soon as he said this, he received strong approval from the blond boy Lyrium.

"Yes, that's right. If you find that the magic described in the book is not the color you imagined, don't hesitate, close the book immediately and go to the bookstore to return it and get your money back. This can definitely serve as strong evidence that the description and teaching in the book are wrong."

"It's not that you are wrong, it's just that the writing is wrong." Lyrium answered in a strong and firm voice, making Ian feel that he had finally met a like-minded person.

He had never taught any young wizard this method of learning magic, so he was actually a little unconfident. Unexpectedly, now the facts have proved that his theory is indeed correct.

There are really other little wizards who can learn it.

It's definitely not him who is sick.

"what?"

The more Hermione listened, the more confused she became.

"Is that right?"

She was a little unsure if it was because she had never come into contact with a magic book that she couldn't experience this feeling. Perhaps only if she had come into contact with a magic book could she understand this feeling?

"Nothing wrong!"

"Of course it is."

The two little boys answered in unison.

This made Hermione feel more and more that perhaps this was the norm for wizards.

"Okay, I remember."

Of course she won't give up learning because of this.

just.

Thus began the question that troubled a future legendary witch for almost her entire life.

"Ding-ding-dong~"

Just as Hermione seemed to understand and was memorizing it over and over in her mind, suddenly, the wind chimes in the direction of the gate made a crisp sound very abruptly.

"Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop."

Old Ollivander rushed out almost as a reflex.

I saw a little boy who looked a little uneasy being gently pushed in first, and then a burly or even huge figure began to squeeze into the door.

The not-so-narrow door frame seemed very unfriendly to this huge and strong man. He almost used all his strength to squeeze his body into the store.

"Oh my God!"

Both Mr. and Mrs. Granger were startled.

"Giant...Giant!"

Hermione also looked pale and took several steps back.

"It's not a giant, it's a half-giant." The huge and sturdy man laughed loudly. Instead of being annoyed, he corrected Hermione's wording. His eyes looked at Ian in the shop.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, little Ian." The half-blood giant was naturally Hagrid. He was very happy to see Ian and came up to him and gave him a big hug.

of course.

It looked like he was going to throw Ian out.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Professor Hagrid." Ian's legs were like oars in the air, and he was lifted up for a long time before he touched the ground again.

"I brought the little wizard here to buy things. It was Dumbledore's commission. Of course, I also have my own selfish motives." Hagrid responded as unguarded as ever.

"You too, it seems?"

His eyes turned to Hermione, who had already chosen her wand.

"This is a paid commission from Mr. Granger. They don't know anything about the wizarding world, and their child, Miss Hermione Granger, will be attending Hogwarts this year."

Ian gave Hagrid an introduction.

"You are so lucky."

Hagrid said to the Grangers, "Little Ian is very popular in school. With his help, your child will be able to integrate into Hogwarts quickly."

His words immediately made Mr. and Mrs. Granger very happy.

It seems that the little wizard I met was not bragging before.

"That's exactly what we want to see, and we hope you can take good care of our Hermione." Mr. Granger's reply seemed quite appropriate and sincere.

He noticed how Ian addressed the huge man.

"Of course no problem! Little Ian's friends are my friends! This little girl can just come to me whenever she needs help! In fact, as long as she says she is Ian's friend, no one in school will bully her." Hagrid immediately responded by laughing and patting his chest.

His words made Mr. and Mrs. Granger feel the value of the little wizard's self-proclaimed title of "little emperor".

original.

What a school bully.

"Is this the freshman you're guiding this year?" Ian noticed that the Grangers' eyes were not right, so he immediately looked at the little boy wearing glasses and asked him a question. This boy looked even more reserved than Hermione, with thick glasses, messy hair, and a lightning scar on his forehead.

His identity is definitely known to everyone in the wizarding world. Ian guessed that Lupin stayed in the hotel instead of coming to Diagon Alley because he knew that Harry Potter would come today.

And he hasn't figured out how to face the orphan of his good friend.

"Yes, that's right. He is the boy who survived, the child who defeated Voldemort, Harry Potter." Hagrid immediately pulled Harry in front of him and introduced him.

His voice was full of joy, and after introducing Harry, he took the initiative to introduce Ian to Harry, "This is Ian, the genius little wizard who saved a group of boys and girls from death."

This sounds so weird.

Harry Potter's eyes turned into one of horror.

"..."

Ian was quite speechless.

Fortunately, Hagrid realized in time that his expression was somewhat ambiguous.

"Well, actually what I meant is that he is a little hero who defeated a dark wizard who sneaked into the school and saved everyone. He will soon be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin."

Hagrid stammered as he explained. What he knew was known to many people, but only a few people knew about Voldemort's identity.

What most people know is that the person Ian defeated was the most loyal to Voldemort.

Ok.

That's true.

"You are so awesome!"

Harry Potter sighed in astonishment. He began to feel a little inferior, because others were just a little older than him, but they were far superior to him.

Even his appearance is so outstanding... Perhaps this is the savior that the wizarding world should pursue, not himself - he has already experienced his own fame in the bar outside.

That's why.

The boy who survived the disaster felt more and more that he was just a figurehead.

"Just average, third in Hogwarts." Ian judged his own level honestly, and Hermione and Mrs. Granger did not react too strongly to Harry Potter.

After all, the two adults and one child had just come into contact with the wizarding world today, and they didn't know much about the history of magic and the legend of Harry Potter. This made Harry Potter feel less panicked.

of course.

This relief did not last long.

"It's you! I recognized you the moment you came in!" Old Ollivander's sudden reaction immediately made Harry Potter feel at a loss again.

"Hello...hello."

He could only greet him politely.

"I've been thinking I'd be seeing you soon, Harry Potter. You have the same eyes as your mother, and I can remember her coming here to buy a wand as if it were yesterday.

The wand she bought was ten and a quarter inches long, made of very beautiful cypress, and it was an excellent wand. And your father liked a mahogany wand, eleven inches long, which would be very powerful for Transfiguration." Perhaps old Ollivander had not yet shown off enough of his memory.

After he finished speaking to Harry Potter, he turned his gaze to Hagrid.

"Berru Hagrid, I didn't expect you to bring him shopping. This is so exciting. You are Oak, a sixteen-inch big guy, right?"

"That wand really stuck with me."

Old Ollivander had a look of reminiscence.

"Yes, that is a very, very good wand." Hagrid also sighed, and his words made old Ollivander sigh heavily.

"But I think they have destroyed your wand. What a nasty Ministry of Magic." Ollivander expressed his regret for the wand and a little dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic's handling of the matter.

"Well, of course. They've all broken it. It's beyond repair." Hagrid's eyes were evasive, and his expression was a little stiff.

"But I suppose you still have it?"

Ollivander looked at Hagrid with bright eyes.

Hagrid didn't dare to look at him. "I found a suitable home for it." Hagrid tried to hint that he had buried the wand, but his hands were still tightly grasping a broken pink umbrella.

"That's good."

Ollivander's gaze lingered on the broken umbrella for a moment, but he did not ask any further questions.

He looked at Harry Potter again.

"I'm very sad. The wand I sold hurt you, your family, and many innocent people." The old man's eyes rested on Harry Potter's forehead.

"Thirteen and a half inches. A very powerful wand, very powerful, but I gave it to the wrong owner... If I had known that wand would do what it did..."

There was a look of regret on his face.

Harry Potter didn't know how to respond after hearing this, but Mr. and Mrs. Granger immediately became a little confused, as if they had heard evidence that the wizarding world was very dangerous.

"Is it not against the law for wizards to kill people?"

Mrs. Granger looked at Ian with horror.

"of course not."

Ian first looked at Harry Potter, then looked at the blond boy Lyrium who had returned to his reading, and then he pulled the two adults and one child out of the wand shop.

"I will explain the details to you later."

It was obviously not appropriate to talk about Voldemort and the crimes he committed in front of the victims' families, so Ian lowered his voice as much as possible.

He had some interest in the residual soul in Harry Potter's forehead, but he would have more time to deal with it later, so he was not in a hurry to study Harry Potter's head now.

"Are you ready to leave?"

At this time, old Ollivander suddenly turned his head again. He must have noticed the Grangers' wallets before, so he started to promote his products with some enthusiasm.

"Just because you buy a wand doesn't mean it doesn't need maintenance. It's a very precious thing, so maybe you need a wand maintenance kit."

"The latest technology, the latest product, can keep the wand young and useful forever. The original price of the kit is five gold Galleons, but now you only need to pay three gold Galleons during the school term."

have to say.

There is a reason why Ian is obsessed with Ollivander's Wand Shop.

His salesmanship was really ahead of its time.

Quite Muggle-like.

"Forehead……"

While Mr. Granger was still hesitating.

"What? A new maintenance package? Is it still on sale? Me! Give me a set!" Hagrid jumped up from the bench immediately and his voice was very excited.

He really has no shortage of money.

Just this behavior.

"..."

Not only did Ian feel speechless.

Even the Grangers, who knew nothing about the wizarding world, sensed something was wrong.

"He must still have his wand."

Hermione whispered very quietly beside Ian.

I have to say that Hagrid really can't act and doesn't know how to keep a secret. Even a child can see the problem, which really exposes the secret that he thought he had kept well.

"Okay!"

Perhaps only old Ollivander knew how to play dumb. Without asking any questions, he took out a bunch of maintenance kits and started to introduce and sell them to Hagrid one by one.

……

What is the first thing a child would want to buy when entering the wizarding world?
For Harry Potter it might be the wand, for Tom Riddle it might be a powerful wand, and for Hermione Granger she actually prefers the magic book.

It was only because Ian was the one leading the way that she bought the wand first. When Ian brought her to Flourish and Blotts, the little witch showed more excitement than when she entered the wand shop.

Flourish and Blotts is the largest bookstore in Diagon Alley. Unfortunately, it does not belong to Ian's property, so he cannot get a discount from the landlord. The entire vast shop is filled with all kinds of books.

of course.

Apart from the annual rush for textbooks and those bland best-selling novels, most of the books here may not sell for decades.

Especially those books placed on the bookshelf at the back. According to the bookstore owner who is in his forties, those books were already placed on the bookshelf at the back when her mother took over the business.

indeed.

Ian flipped through the books with the intention of searching for treasure, but found that most of them were history books that had not been updated in many years. They had no magic power, and the stories recorded in them had long become a thing of the past.

In comparison.

Current affairs news such as the Daily Prophet are the "history" that most wizards like best.

"This! This! This!"

She wanted to move the entire bookstore back to her home. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Granger knew their daughter's character very well, and they were also screening the books she chose.

"I want to buy some textbooks for this year, too."

Ian stood in front of the front row of bookshelves and took out the list of books for the second grade. In addition to the most basic "Standard Spells: Level 2", they also had many new textbooks this year.

History of Magic: The Middle Ages

Defense Against the Dark Arts: A Deep Dive

"Magic Potion and Mixing Basics - Advanced Edition"

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - New Discoveries

History of Magic: The Middle Ages

……

These are all the new textbooks that need to be added this year. In addition, Ian felt that he was under a [plot curse]. Professor "Lockhart" actually added a few essential books to the list that he thought were meaningless.

Dumbledore the Magician

Traveling with Dumbledore

……

There were six or seven books that Ian had never heard of. They were all written by Professor Lockhart last year. It was really hard to imagine that these books could become learning materials.

Some shopping.

Ian bought all the books he needed, and when he walked towards Hermione, the eager little witch had already selected more than sixty books that had nothing to do with the textbooks.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger did not stop them. After all, elite education was all about extra learning, and they did not have any financial pressure. After all, they could exchange the currency of the wizarding world from the young wizard.

"You can buy 'Important Magical Advances in the Past Ten Centuries' and 'Geniuses of the Nineteenth Century'. Especially since 'Geniuses of the Nineteenth Century' was just updated this year."

"It has already included my name. I think this is the textbook Hogwarts needs." Ian was also recommending some books to Hermione.

how to say.

Highly professional books are rarely available in such bookstores. Only some basic learning books can be bought. The advanced knowledge is either in the hands of major families or in Knockturn Alley.

"I also recommend you buy a copy of Hogwarts: A History, if for no other reason than to read it for your taste... Damn, put down that meaningless book in your hand!"

Ian originally wanted to guide Hermione back to her old ways, however, when he saw that Hermione had little interest in "Hogwarts: A History" and instead picked up a book "How to Win Friends and Influence People: The Secret of Prince".

He admits.

My mentality is a little exploded.

"I see this book is also written by Gilderoy Lockhart. We have many of his works in our book list." Hermione looked at the book taken away by Ian with some confusion.

“Is this book for you?”

She not only kills people, but also destroys their hearts.

"..."

Ian was helpless.

"It's slander, persecution, and... nonsense!" Ian put "How to Win Friends and Influence People" back to its original place and stuffed "Hogwarts: A History" into Hermione's hands.

“This is the kind of work that serious people should read.”

The young wizard emphasized this.

Hermione held the book stuffed into her hands in a daze.

Until the parents checked out.

She couldn't understand why Ian reacted so strongly - as the saying goes, the more you can't get something, the more you want it. Hermione developed a strong interest in "How to Win Friends and Influence People: The Secret of Prince".

People come and go on the street.

Filled with little wizards coming to Diagon Alley to do their shopping.

Ian saw a few familiar faces.

They were all avoiding him.

You don't need to guess which college it came from. Amid the hawking of various dolls and statues, Ian took Hermione and the Grangers to the place where they purchased potion materials.

Hermione was immediately attracted by the shop and started shopping happily. Her parents followed her all the time, fearing that she would encounter any danger in the shop.

no way.

It was because Hermione almost had her head bitten off by a book in the bookstore - the Grangers really couldn't understand why books with teeth sharper than those of crocodiles would be openly sold in a bookstore.

"Good morning, ma'am."

Ian came to the front desk.

"How can I help you, sir?"

The freckled girl at the front desk of the potion shop gave Ian a genuine smile. She always gave a little better service attitude to the good-looking little wizards.

"I want to sell you some potions."

Ian brought up his thoughts.

"what?"

The freckled girl obviously did not expect to encounter such a situation, but after a moment of stunned silence, she immediately came to her senses and responded to the little wizard in a regretful voice.

"Sorry, we have a special supplier here and generally do not accept goods from other places." The freckled girl's answer did not surprise Ian.

He knew this a long time ago.

but.

"My name is Ian Prince, the Prince from the Prince family. My uncle is Severus Snape. All my potions are brewed under his professional supervision."

Ian had long understood the importance of the Prince family in the potion world.

This is not.

The freckled girl immediately showed a look of astonishment when she heard this.

"You...you are the guardian of Hogwarts?" She was obviously also paying attention to the recent news in the wizarding world, and old man Dumbledore and Grindelwald's publicity on this matter was also quite comprehensive.

"Shouldn't our focus be on my potion?"

Ian blinked.

The freckled girl immediately felt a little embarrassed.

"Feel sorry."

She looked towards the inner room.

"I have to inform the boss."

talking.

The clerk immediately trotted into the back room of the store, and a few minutes later, she came out with a mature woman who looked well-funded and had missiles.

"Hello, Mr. Prince, my name is Luoan Liliwei. I heard that you want to sell some potions to us?" The female boss asked cautiously.

"Yes."

Ian didn't waste any time and directly took out the large number of potions he had in stock. There were no banned potions, but just some potions that were usually used to train proficiency but had no practical application.

"What excellent quality... They are indeed much higher in quality than the medicines provided by our supplier. Are these the results of your usual brewing?"

The female boss, Loan Liliwei, couldn't help but praise the potion after checking it. Seeing the little wizard nod, she also sighed sincerely with a tone full of emotion.

"You are indeed... a descendant of the Prince family. I bet that you are a rare genius in your family history. Perhaps you will surpass your uncle the master in the future."

Luoan Liliwei was generous in praising the little wizard.

The little wizard benefited greatly from it.

"So, can I sell it to you?"

Of course, this is what Ian is most concerned about.

Facing Ian's repeated questioning.

Luoan Liliwei also smiled softly.

"Except for the works of long-established masters and experts, even if we come across some relatively excellent potions, in principle we will not choose to purchase them."

"But... the principles are in your hands."

Luoan Liliwei's words clearly meant that this deal could be done.

"Principles are the golden signboard of our Prince family?"

Ian thought thoughtfully.

only.

His guess made Luoan Liliwei shake her head.

"No, the principle is the deed in your hand..." The female boss gave an answer that surprised the little wizard. He quickly took out a bunch of keys from his waist and started to check.

"So there is a family like yours."

This may be the landlord’s trouble.

When he came to Diagon Alley for "inspection" before, he actually missed a few plots of land.

"Don't worry, we will definitely give you the highest purchase price. I just don't know how many of these potions you want to sell?" It was obvious that there was a holy family standing behind Luoan Liliwei.

"so much?"

Ian held up five fingers.

"Five pints?"

Luoan Liliwei made a guess.

The young wizard shook his head.

"Fifty pints?"

She was a little surprised.

"It's fifty kilograms, ma'am." The young wizard took out a few unexpected large buckets that almost made Loan Liliwei and the freckled girl's eyes pop out in shock.

……

When Hermione had purchased what she needed.

Ian has also completed a big deal.

He got rid of some unused stock.

In exchange for a large box full of gold coins.

"Maybe I should go to Gringotts and open an account." Ian calculated the gold Galleons he carried with him. Even if he had magic to reduce the weight, it was still a considerable burden.

"Then let's go and see the wizarding bank and exchange our shares for this year." Mrs. Granger was obviously a person who knew how to live.

This is no problem.

Only a fool would not enjoy the benefits.

The exchange rate of the Ministry of Magic's Muggle freshman policy is quite cost-effective. On the way to Gringotts with a group of people, Ian also gave Hermione and Mrs. Granger a general knowledge about Voldemort and the Potter family.

"He defeated a big demon at such a young age!"

Hermione looked shocked.

Recalling her meeting with the boy just now, she had never expected that he was such a powerful character, who was so powerful that he could kill the evil demon when he was still a baby.

"That child is a poor creature." Mrs. Granger did not care about the story of the savior, but felt a little sad because of the tragedy of Harry Potter's family.

"A moustache in the wizarding world? Fortunately, the dark ages are over!"

She was also a little scared.

If her daughter lived in that era, she would never let Hermione learn magic.

"I think the Dark Lord is more like the head of a terrorist organization than a leader." Mr. Granger's view is completely consistent with Ian and a few sober people. Although he is just a Muggle, many things in the Muggle world are in common with the wizarding world.

Just as several people were talking around Voldemort.

Gringotts has arrived.

It is located in the very center of the entire Diagon Alley commercial center. It is a slightly old but very, very tall building. It definitely looks much more imposing than the low shops around it.

It's a bank after all.

What banks in any world lack the least is magnificent buildings.

There were two goblins with alert expressions standing in front of the shining bronze door. Their unique appearance made Hermione and her parents feel surprised and scared.

"Is this property also under your name?"

Perhaps Hermione had heard the conversation between Ian and the female boss in the pharmacy just now.

"I would like to think that these properties are mine, but they only belong to the goblins here." Ian sighed with some regret, not understanding why the wizards would hand over the bank to the defeated.

"Someone's here again."

The goblin at the door was bowing mechanically.

Not even looking up.

You can see that he is somewhat reluctant.

Ian, Hermione, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked into Gringotts and passed through the second silver door. Then a rather conspicuous warning sign came into their eyes.

"Enter, stranger, but beware the consequences of avarice; to take without merit is the most severe punishment; so if you would take from our vault a portion of the wealth that was never yours, thief, you are warned, lest you should seek evil instead of treasure."

These slogans are all in Old English.

Everyone present is a top student.

So it was not difficult to read. When I entered the back room, more goblins came into view. One after another, small goblins were busy behind rows of counters.

They were either weighing gold coins with a scale or identifying jewels with an eyepiece. All the goblins were meticulous, as if they were afraid of suffering any loss due to negligence.

That's the kind of race they are.

The light from the gold coins and jewels almost illuminated the entire lobby in a golden color.

“The presentation here is quite good.”

Mr. Granger felt that he had finally found a place in the wizarding world that was worth his attention. Just as he was about to continue his evaluation, a goblin wearing earrings came up to him.

"Need to save some money? I smell Galleons?"

Maybe it gave itself a dog nose transplant.

"They are exchanging the gold coin quota for Hogwarts freshmen, and I am going to open a warehouse. Yes, I have a lot of gold coins." Ian shook his gold coin box vigorously.

The earring fairy immediately smiled.

"Okay, okay, please come this way. By the way, my name is Rings, you can come to me often to deposit gold coins in the future." It immediately took Ian, Hermione and Mrs. Granger to the counter.

"Open a warehouse for this gentleman! He needs to save money!"

The goblin ring said to another goblin with a chicken hairstyle in front of the counter. Next to them, Hermione and her parents were still a little afraid of these strange-looking creatures.

"no problem!"

When he heard about saving money, the fairy with a chicken hairstyle immediately became excited.

"What is your name?"

It took out a booklet and planned to register.

"Ian Prince."

The young wizard spoke with some concern.

He suspected that the goblins' anti-theft measures might not be very good. Isn't this way of opening an account safe from impersonation? Or is the key corresponding to the warehouse an anti-theft measure?

"Ian...Prince, okay."

The goblin registered.

then.

It began to copy the little wizard's face - it took a brush and quickly painted on the booklet, and then looked up at Ian's appearance from time to time.

It is for this reason.

The more the goblin was drawn, the slower his hands moved.

"you……"

It seemed to have encountered some difficulties. After staring at Ian for a long time, it put on a pair of reading glasses, crawled over the table, and came in front of Ian to observe carefully.

"Sigh~"

suddenly.

This goblin seems to be having a seizure.

Covering his face.

The expression was unusual...horrified.

"It's him! It's him! Supreme Sorcerer Medivh!"

Screams of fear.

It almost filled the little wizard's eardrums.

(End of this chapter)