HP Magic Biography

　　 "This, this is..." Little Elverin was a little bit speechless in surprise. Obviously, the scene in front of him had completely subverted the Elken father and son who had been living ordinary lives.

　　 "Welcome to Diagon Alley, two Mr. Al!" The bartender smiled, obviously, the expressions of the two men in front of him made him very proud.

　　 "Dragon liver, 18 cikes per gram, dragon heart 1 gallon per gram!"

　　 "The newspaper is sold, the newspaper is sold, the newest daily prophet, the magic mage Guidro Lockhart publishes a new book!" A newspaper seller quickly ran past.

　　 "Dear sir, do you need a newest Daily Prophet, you only need 2 Sike." The newspaper boy looked at Mr. Al, holding up a daily Prophet in his hand.

　　 "Are two silvers right?" Mr. Al fumbled in his handbag and took out a gold Jialong.

　　 "Yes, sir." Jin Jialong took Mr. Al's hand over, "This is the change for you."

　　 Mr. Al took the change handed over by the boy and the so-called Daily Prophet, and spread out the newspaper. The first page of the original copy was the Dean Dumbledore who he had met and talked with for a long time that day.

"Why do the characters in the photos move? It's amazing!" Mr. Al looked at the newly bought newspaper. In the photo, Dumbledore was giving his speech, and the figure was shaking on the podium from time to time. Obviously, Dumbledore doesn't really like the constant exposure flash.

　　 The little El Fanlin on the side can't wait to have 6 eyes so that he can observe everything around him, people, and affairs at 360°C!

　　 "The latest type of crucible, auto-ignition, foldable, no dead angle rotation, you deserve it." That is a shop that buys crucibles, crucibles of various materials look gleaming under the sunlight.

Little El Fanlin raised his head again. It was a pet shop. In front of the shop, owls of various colors were constantly flying around. He also saw an upside down hanging on a horizontal iron rod. Animals like mice.

　　 "That's a mouse, why does it have wings." Little Elverin pointed to the creature he didn't recognize.

　　 "Fanlin, that's a bat all the time. My kid."

Obviously, Al Fanlin, who has been studying well at home, is really happy today, especially when I saw a young man about 17 or 18 years old in Little Al Fanlin, he took out his wand and tapped him lightly. His companion, and when the younger brother who was with him immediately grew a pig nose, little El Fanlin became extremely excited, his eyes bursting with unimaginable brilliance. Until now, little El Fanlin finally determined that he really came to the world of magic. He pinched himself severely, the pain in his leg told him that he was not dreaming!

　　 "Look at that boy, his eyes are of different colors, different pupils, so beautiful."

　　 Hearing someone next to him was talking about him, Little Elverin politely smiled at the ladies, then turned around and pulled Mr. Al's sleeve.

　　 "Dad, let's go quickly and go to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop where Dean Dumbledore said. I can't wait to have a wand of my own!"

　　 Little Al pulled Mr. Al’s sleeves and ran forward two steps quickly.

　　 "Hurry up, Dad."

　　Mr. Al turned his head and gave an apologetic smile to the ladies who had just praised his son, and then ran with little Al Fanlin and got into the crowd.

　　 I don’t know how long I have been walking, anyway, I trot in the direction of the largest building that I can see at a glance at the entrance of Diagon Alley.

　　 "Where is it?" Little El Fanlin shuttled back and forth in the crowd, constantly looking at the shops on both sides of the road, but unfortunately he was too small, and he was really unable to do so.

　　 "Fan Lin, Fan Lin, stop." Mr. Al quickly chased forward two steps, and grabbed the little El Fan Lin who was about to continue running.

　　 "Why, Dad, this is just a pet shop. I don't think I have much time to keep pets in school."

　　 "I think you still need an owl, otherwise, how do you contact me at school, Mr. Dumbledore said, but Hogwarts has no cell phone signal."

　　 touched the head of little El Fanlin, "Boy Mao, look there, I think this is the destination you want."

　　 Following the direction of Mr. Al’s fingers, a shop with a black facade is located there. The green window edges are inlaid with transparent glass, so the owner is too lazy to love cleanliness. A large brown plaque hung above it, with the words "Ollivander Wand Shop" written on it. A wooden staff painted in black is on the far right side of the plaque, and El Fanlin recognized it at a glance , That is a magic wand. Little Al just met.

　　 cheered and ran to the opposite side. Through the window, El Fanlin saw many small boxes stacked there.

　　 knocked on the door, and with the jingling of the doorbell, Al and his son walked into the shop.

　　 "Excuse me, is anyone there?" Al Fanlin looked around the surrounding scenery while calling the owner of the shop.

　　 "May I ask..."

　　 With a bang, it interrupted what El Fanlin was about to say. A ladder in between slid out of a shelf full of boxes. A white-haired old man also appeared in the field of vision of Al and his son following the ladder, with white eyeballs and blue pupils, but they looked a little muddy, which proved that the old man's eyes were not particularly good.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ollivander?" Little Elflin took a small step back, apparently frightened by the old gentleman's way of leaving the factory, thinking in his heart, in case the old gentleman fell off What to do, he is so old after all.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, I am Ollivander." While speaking, Mr. Ollivander walked down the ladder quickly, tapped with a magic wand, and a measuring tape bounced off the ground, as if Someone was operating in general, carefully measuring all the measurable data such as the shoulder width, arm length, height and so on of the young Elfan Lin. Then Mr. Ollivander plunged into the cargo rack again.

　　 "Uh, hello~www.readwn.com~Mr. Ollivander, my name is Elvrin, I think, I need a wand, I heard that you are the best wand maker here."

While 　　 was speaking, the tape had already been measured, as if it had lost its magic power, and it fell back to its original place.

A rush of footsteps came from the shelf. Mr. Ollivander was holding a long box in one hand, walked in front of Elverin, and reached out and took out a brown uh uh wand from the box. , Stuffed into the hands of little El Fanlin.

　　 "Mr. El, you try it!" Ollivander looked at the little Elverin with a smile on his face.

"Uh, I'm sorry, sir, what should I do?" Although little Elverin finally took hold of a magic wand, which made him very excited, it was clear that little Elverin didn’t know how to get through the wand. Unleash the magic.

　　 "Well, just wave it like that."

　　 Along with a pale golden light flashed, the water bottle that had been well placed on the table exploded with a bang.

　　 "I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Elvrin hurriedly put the wand in his hand back into Mr. Ollivander's hand. And raised his left hand.

　　 "Reparo (Restore as the original curse a golden red light flashed between his fingers, and the water bottle that had exploded was immediately restored to its original shape.

Mr. Ollivander took a deep look at the ring on the left hand of the little Elfan Lin, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then looked at the eyes of the little Elfan Lin for two seconds, as if he had found the answer. Generally, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

　　 "It's okay, Mr. Al, obviously, this magic wand is too aggressive for you."

　　 Turning around, Mr. Ollivander dived into the pile of cargo racks again, looking for a wand suitable for little Elverin.