Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 7 Just because I looked at you more in the crowd

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Sherlock tried wand after wand, but none of them suited him.

Faced with this situation, Ollivander showed no impatience at all.

On the contrary, he became more and more excited.

Sherlock didn't say anything, but just passively cooperated with the store manager in choosing, looking very patient.

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes looked at each other in bewilderment.

The main reason is that the two of them don't understand what kind of wand is most suitable in Ollivander's mind.

In their opinion, Sherlock had just taken the wand, and before he could even raise it, let alone wave it, it was snatched away by this weird old man.

This has even happened several times.

Finally, Mrs. Holmes couldn't help but speak, and whispered to her husband, "Ta Nan, why don't we go somewhere else?"

Mr. Holmes was also a little hesitant: "But I heard that this is the only one here..."

"what?"

I didn't expect Ollivander's hearing to be so sharp. He had been paying attention to Sherlock, but now he looked up:
"Is this lady questioning the Ollivander family?"

Being stared at by the other party, Mrs. Holmes couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "No, I just..."

"Don't bother. The Ollivander family has been making wands since 382 BC. No matter how picky a customer is, they can always find one that suits them here."

"Including the one who left earlier?"

Sherlock suddenly interrupted.

Ollivander was stunned at first, then he laughed out loud, "What a perceptive little wizard! Yes, there was a picky customer before, and a famous figure, ha..."

At this point, Ollivander seemed to realize something and changed his words, "Rather than saying that the wizard chooses the wand, it's actually the wand that chooses its wizard!
Remember, no one ever leaves Ollivanders disappointed, by the way!"

Having said that, he slapped his head, walked to the shelf where the goods had just flown out, and took out a plain black wand from the corner.

"Made of beech and snake nerve, twelve inches, strong and flexible. Give it a try."

Sherlock naturally noticed that Ollivander was changing the subject.

He didn't ask any more questions, but took the wand as the other party asked.

The moment he held the wand, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

A mysterious feeling suddenly appeared, as if something connected him and the magic wand in his hand.

He waved it lightly, and a white smoke ring appeared and slowly floated away.

Not only that, I seemed to hear the sound of whistles and the laughter of sailors.

It was as if he and the magic wand had resonated with each other.

Amazing!

Even without knowing magic, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes could tell that this was a wand suitable for Sherlock.

"Is this the wand that chose me?"

Sherlock asked as Ollivander handed over the wand in its box.

"Yes, the wand chooses the wizard - that's the standard answer."

Finally, after choosing a wand for Sherlock, a picky customer, Ollivander seemed very pleased and explained:
"A true match for a beech wand is one who is of age, reasonable, and experienced.

If it were a teenager..."

Ollivander glanced at Sherlock with an intriguing look: "Then it means that he has wisdom beyond his age." Wisdom beyond his age?

Sherlock thought.

At this time, Mrs. Holmes also came forward and asked about the automatic measuring tape.

The result was an answer that non-wizards could not use.

This inevitably made her feel a little regretful.

After paying 8 Galleons, Mr. Ollivander bowed and sent them out of the store.

"I've met two picky customers in one day. It looks like Hogwarts will be very busy this year..."

Looking at the backs of the family of three, he muttered to himself.

After buying the wand, Sherlock and his parents finally ended their shopping trip in Diagon Alley today.

Even if I spent money frugally, the items on the admission list cost nearly 80 Galleons in total.

Including the few extra books he bought, Sherlock only had less than 20 Galleons left.

Mrs. Holmes felt that the restriction on the exchange of magical currency was discrimination against non-wizard families like them by the magical world, and she was very upset about it for a while.

However, after Mr. Holmes's persuasion, she finally gave up the idea of ​​complaining, and the family successfully returned to the Leaky Cauldron from Diagon Alley.

Just as they were about to drive back, Sherlock stopped.

He noticed an adult couple with a little girl wandering between a bookstore and a record store.

With just one glance, Sherlock determined that this was a couple with their daughter, and their purpose was the same as theirs not long ago.

Sherlock's actions caught the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Holmes.

Following his gaze, the two naturally saw a family of three wandering between the bookstore and the record store.

The couple were neatly dressed and well-mannered.

The little girl had thick long brown hair and was chattering something.

Although he didn't have Sherlock's observation and analytical skills, it wasn't difficult to guess that the other party was also looking for the Leaky Cauldron.

Mrs. Holmes is a kind-hearted person.

When she thought about what her family had just experienced, she immediately pulled her husband up.

Obviously he was going to help.

Sherlock knew it.

With the little wizard around, the family will definitely be able to find the Leaky Cauldron in the end.

But he didn't expect that just because he took a closer look at the crowd, his mother would take the initiative to join in.

Seeing that his parents had already started chatting with this family, he had no choice but to join in.

"Sure enough! You guys are here to find Diagon Alley too, right?"

Today's experience filled Mrs. Holmes with confidence, and she quickly took the initiative in the conversation, using her experience as a veteran.
"Oh, I bet you guys the attitude of the goblins at the bank is as bad as Aunt Susan's apple pie next door."

"Holy Mother Mary, they only gave us 128 Galleons to redeem! It's foolish not to make money!"

"If I see them again, I swear I'm going to kick his ass with my boot."

Mrs. Holmes's words quickly closed the distance.

After the two sides introduced themselves to each other and she learned that the Granger couple were not wizards like them, she excitedly pulled Sherlock in front of her:
"Sherlock, this Miss Hermione Granger is also a new student at Hogwarts. You can take care of each other then."

(End of this chapter)