Chapter 8 Spokesperson

"This wand is not made by me." Mr. Ollivander's voice came from the side. He raised his head slightly, his eyes full of nostalgia, "Use items containing powerful magic as the core of the wand, and use materials that complement the characteristics of the core. The material is wand wood, and the two are combined to make the best wand. I chose unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves as the wand core, not only because they are all powerful magic items, but also because they are more suitable for Most wizards."

"But my father is different. He likes innovation. There have been shocking works in his hands, and there have also been defective products that can't transmit magic at all." Mr. Ollivander was a little helpless, but also a little proud, "He A lifetime of research provided me with a huge amount of data as a reference, and that’s how Ollivander became today.”

Mr. Ollivander stroked the box in his hand and said softly, "If you like fairy tales, you may know something about a legendary wand... My father very much hopes to make the same one. He first He found the Thestral and became friends with that wise creature, but in the end they separated. When he left, he got this material thanks to that generous friend.

"The Thestral's tail hair is a powerful and complex substance. Only wizards who can face death can master it. In fact, most people cannot do this. Then he searched for the suitable elderberry all over the world. , but he was surprised to find that he could not fuse the two at all." Mr. Ollivander glanced at the wand in Robert's hand and said helplessly, "This is his last attempt, choose a wand that matches this tail hair. made of the most suitable wood, but he had no time to find him a companion.”

Robert had the urge to throw away the wand, but he was reluctant to do so.

To be honest, this is the one that he likes the most. If he puts it down, he will probably toss and turn all night without being able to sleep!

"But, that's the Thestral!" Robert bared his teeth. This magical animal, which is absolutely synonymous with death, makes his scalp numb just thinking about it.

Especially in the HP world, the boundary between life and death in this world is not as clear as imagined. Being close to death will make even a wizard feel scared.

He looked at the wand in his hand, then looked again.

Robert looked up at the sky.

alright, you win.

He accepted this piece of equipment resignedly.

"Ebony wood, Thestral tail hair, twelve inches long. Remember, Mr. Leslie, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand." Mr. Ollivander said softly, with a bit of reluctance in his tone. Rejoiced.

After leaving Ollivander's Wand Store, I looked back at the shabby sign, "Ollivander's: Crafting Fine Wands Since 382 BC."

"Time-honored brands are indeed expensive." Robert sighed, and this time he spent 30 Galleons. Who said that all wands are 7 Galleons!

A unicorn tail hair costs 10 Galleons. If all the unicorn tail hairs cost 7 Galleons, Mr. Ollivander and his family would starve to death on the streets. Harry's hair is definitely one that Old Deng took special care of!

As for why adding ebony to the tail hair costs Robert 30 Galleons?

Robert felt that 30 galleons for the manual fee plus warehouse management fee might be a friendly price.

At worst, when he gets to Hogwarts, he'll go catch unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and pluck their tails for fun!

"My dear, please give us all a while to wait." Aunt Elsa stepped forward and pinched Robert's little face to bring him back to his senses.

At this time, the group of guys outside who were waiting for someone were each munching on an ice cream.

"Robert, you are so slow!" Fred came over and handed him a cone he had just bought. It looked like it might be strawberry flavored. "We are going to eat your portion if you don't come out."

Robert grabbed his own cone and licked it happily. Oh, it was so sweet. As expected, the Chinese people are addicted to sweets.

While sighing, he ate the cone into his stomach.

"You might need a robe." Mrs. Weasley said, leading everyone to Mrs. Malkin's robe store.

Madam Malkin is a short, fat witch with a pleasant smile and dressed in purple. "Are you looking for a Hogwarts uniform, dear?"

She guided Robert to a footstool, and then he was pulled into a robe, which Madam Malkin pinned to fit his length.

For professional reasons, Cliff watched for a long time and asked with some uncertainty, "Madam, could it be that this is a very loose robe?"

Madam Malkin gave him a bright smile, "Oh, yes, this is their uniform. All the little wizards wear this suit."

"Is this so..." Cliff fell into thought.

It was morning, and except for the Weasleys and Robert, there was almost no one else in the store. Wisely not asking why Mrs. Weasley didn't make new robes for the twins, Robert hopped off the footstool after taking his measurements.

Just as Mrs. Weasley was about to lead everyone to the next location, she saw the handsome young man standing next to Mrs. Malkin and whispering to her.

Then, Mrs. Malkin, who looked surprised, walked towards Mrs. Weasley.

After a dazzling operation, the confused Weasley twins stood on the footstool, and then received a job.

Advertising for Madam Malkin's robe store.

Under Cliff's persuasion, the lady who had been making robes all her life seemed ready to start a side business. Think about it, do wizards go into battle wearing only a robe?

It's obviously impossible!

In this case, as a maker of robes, how can we not let customers match the shirts that suit the robes?

Now that you have the shirt, it’s no problem to have so many pairs of pants, right?

Now that the pants are all matched, how can it be done without shoes!

You already have shoes, so if you don’t match them with a pair of well-fitting socks, then it will definitely be angry!

Of course, these were clothes for this season. In fact, Cliff was already discussing with Mrs. Malkin what style and color of sweater would be suitable to wear under the robe without making it look too bulky.

"Everyone has a love for beauty." Cliff said, "This is true even in the wizarding world."

As he spoke, he looked ready to move, as if he was ready to continue recommending sportswear and sneakers.

So, after the twins inexplicably signed a large contract, Robert also received a contract in confusion.

"We don't live in the wizarding world, so boy, you can figure out how to make more of this money on your own," Kerry said.

This contract with a strong Muggle style basically means that Cliff will provide a series of clothing consistent with the wizard's identity, including but not limited to shirts, pants, shoes, socks, etc.

Mrs. Malkin will pay a fee in proportion to the amount sold.

"Oh, Cliff, this is really..." Mrs. Weasley seemed a little embarrassed, but she still mustered up the courage to say, "We can't accept the free clothes mentioned in these contracts, and there is also a sum of money, um, what is this? , endorsement fee?”

Cliff asked curiously, "Don't wizards have such a thing as endorsement?"

Mrs. Weasley glanced at everyone confused.