Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts.

Chapter 8 Goods Over a Thousand Years Old

After leaving the Tuofan clothing store, Rice couldn't help but complain to Lupett about his recent experience. In his opinion, McMillan was like a giant baby, completely immature, and he really didn't know how he had grown up without being beaten to death.

"What's wrong with wizards these days? They're weak and have no sense of honor. All they do is boast about their families, as if that's all they have to offer. They're just like Muggle nobles."

"There's nothing we can do about pure-blood wizards. There are many who fanatically support pure-blood theory but are not quite right in the head. They have a problem from the very beginning. Blame Slytherin."

Rice: ?

Huh? How does this have to do with me? Faced with the sudden accusation, Rice was completely dumbfounded.

"What does this have to do with Slytherin?"

"Slytherin was the originator of pure-blood supremacy. If he hadn't promoted pure-blood supremacy at Hogwarts, how could those pure-blood wizards have been so rampant?"

Rice: Huh?

Rupert's words struck him deeply. When selecting students for his house, he, like Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, would choose students with distinctive characteristics. Slytherin valued students who were resourceful, strong-willed, defiant of worldly laws, shrewd, ambitious, and of pure blood—the ability to speak Parsley was a bonus.

He did indeed favor students from wizarding families, but that was only one of the criteria in his admissions process. How did he become the originator of pure-blood supremacy? It seems that later generations have some misunderstandings about him.

Even assuming the McMillan family were a pure-blood family, what kind of family was they? He remembered very clearly that his old friend Hufflepuff had once taken on a Muggle student named McMillan…

"Your understanding of Slytherin is too superficial," Rice muttered, then shut his mouth and silently walked toward the wand shop.

After his conversation with Rupert, Rice became even more determined to visit Hogwarts. He was eager to know what kind of image he would have in the eyes of posterity, and also to know the current state of Slytherin House.

If the room is full of trash, Rice squinted and said, "Then sweep it all out!"

……

The wand shop is located in an inconspicuous corner of Diagon Alley.

"Olivendine: Crafting fine wands since 382 BC." Rice read the slogan on the sign, then shut his mouth.

He was trying to recall if he had ever seen a wandmaker named Ollivander before, and then the image of a thin old man wrapped in a linen robe gradually emerged from the depths of his mind—these memories were usually like being asleep, hidden deep in his brain, and would only "wake up" when external stimuli, like the morning sun, shone on them.

During the era when Slytherin was active, few wizards bought ready-made wands from others. Everyone preferred to choose the materials that suited them best as their own tools. Wand makers mostly took on the task of making wands on behalf of others.

Hufflepuff once commissioned a wand from a wandmaker named Ollivander.

……

"Don't you already have a wand? Why do you need to order another one? If you have too much money to burn, why not lend it to me? Then I can buy that alchemist's journal." Rowena frowned after hearing Helga's idea.

In her opinion, spending money to customize a wand was a complete waste of money; all four of them, except for Godric, were capable of making their own wands.

"We always need a spare, right?" Helga blinked, forcing an excuse.

"Just let her go." After observing coldly for a moment, Salazar surprisingly sided with Hachipatch.

Helga was overjoyed to see even Slytherin, who were always quick to voice their dissenting opinions, supporting her. The girl ran quickly towards a street stall—a sign stood in front of it with words written in gold: [Olivendell: Crafting fine wands since 382 BC]

The stall wasn't big; a few tools were neatly arranged on the front. A thin, old man, wearing a faded, starched robe, huddled behind the stall, waiting for customers to come in.

This stall is why Salazar supported Helga; he wanted to see the staff-making techniques from 382 BC. However, reason told him that there was a high probability that the guy was a fraud, so he decided to encourage Hufflepuff, that simpleton, to go.

"The Duke's bounty for the mission is being wasted on these unnecessary expenses. Could she really have believed that liar? The wands used by ancient wizards are different from ours—that brand looks brand new, like it was just made yesterday." Rowena sighed.

"So people aren't allowed to improve their technology? As for money, we can just hunt another dragon." Godric appeared out of nowhere, carrying a leather bag full of wine.

The prize money that Gryffindor received was all turned into sweet wine and sizzling roast meat.

Salazar ignored his friends' conversation, his mind completely absorbed in Helga. He watched as the girl stopped at a roadside stall, spoke with the stall owner, and then handed him a piece of wood and a pale yellow thread.

The wood came from an apple tree whose fruit was large and sweet, while the thin "thread" was the dragon brain nerve they obtained from hunting a fire dragon a few days ago.

The stall owner accepted the deposit and told Helga to come back in three days to pick up the wand.

Helga had high hopes for her applewood wand, believing that it would help her improve her food magic to a higher level.

"I saw a wand shop when I was buying alcohol. They say the craftsmanship came from Egypt. Why don't you go there to order a wand?" Gryffindor said, pointing to a large shop with many customers not far away.

Helga blinked. "But that shop doesn't lack business!"

Upon hearing her words, Rowena Ravenclaw couldn't help but sigh: This girl is good in every way, except that she's too soft-hearted.

Hufflepuff ultimately did not get the applewood wand she so desperately wanted.

The day after paying the deposit, the four received news that a mad dragon had attacked Southport, turning the town into a sea of ​​fire. They hurriedly left the small town where they had stayed for two days and headed to Southport.

Who would have thought that this trip would cause so much trouble? The four of them never returned to the small town to retrieve the wand that Helga had made.

……

"Mr. Ollivander is the best wand maker in all of Britain and even the world. My wand, and all the wands of the young wizards studying at Hogwarts, were bought from him."

Lupert's words brought Rice back to reality.

His gaze drifted to the dusty shop window, where a magic wand lay forlornly on a faded purple cushion.

(End of this chapter)