Chapter 13 The Cultural Man

Resisting the discomfort of a little bit of cleanliness, Kewen followed Ollivander all the way to the bar, but Ollivander obviously didn't mean to sit down and stay, but just like he had been doing since he came out of the hospital. In the same way, Kewen's identity was introduced to the bar owner.

"Oh~ Welcome to our lucky Mr. Quinn." After listening to Ollivander's introduction, the bar owner immediately stood on tiptoes from behind the bar, crossed the bar with his upper body, stretched out his hand in front of Kewen, and said very enthusiastically: " My name is Tom, you can call me old Tom if you want."

"You, hello, Mr. Tom." Kewen did not obediently call the other party old Tom. His main task now is to get a first person for himself, such as being well-behaved, polite, cowardly or something. After all, he was not ready for this strange yet familiar world.

"What a polite little gentleman." Boss Tom still smiled warmly, and shook the little hand that Kewen held out.

"Sorry Tom." Ollivander saw that the two had already known each other, so he interjected: "There are still a lot of things to do today. Next time I have free time, I will come to you for a drink."

"Of course." Boss Tom nodded happily and smiled at Ollivander: "Just in time, we have been researching to add a new dish in the past few days. I hope we are ready when you come next time."

"I'm very happy to taste it." Ollivander responded with a smile: "I hope it is as delicious as the roast suckling pig in your store."

"You won't be disappointed." Boss Tom turned around and walked towards the entrance and exit of the bar, and said at the same time, "I'll take the two of you to the back alley."

"No no, don't be so rude to Tom." Ollivander waved his hand: "I'll just take him there myself."

"Well... that's fine." Boss Tom pondered for a moment, smiled and agreed, then looked at Kewen and said, "Then welcome Mr. Quinn next time as well."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Tom." Kewen quickly straightened his upper body and responded with a restrained expression.

"Let's go."

Ollivander reached out and patted Cowan on the shoulder, pointing the other finger in the direction of the back door. But before taking a step, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a newspaper on the bar...

Following Ollivander's guidance, the two passed through the back door of the bar and finally stood in front of a gray brick wall.

"Pay attention here." Ollivander took out his wand with his right hand and pointed under the brick wall with his left hand. "Remember the location of this trash can."

"Okay sir." Cowan nodded in response.

"The position of the 'door lock' changes every once in a while." Ollivander explained carefully: "But it is easy to find the position of the 'door lock' as long as you remember the location of the trash can."

"Count three bricks up from the bin, then two across, and finally tap the wall three times with the wand."

With Ollivander's explanation, when he finished the third click with his wand, the wall tile that was hit suddenly shrank inwards.

Immediately afterwards, with the brick as the center, the gray bricks on the entire brick wall were either convex or concave, and moved one after another. After three breaths, a doorway that could accommodate two adults side by side appeared in front of Kewen.

The scene in front of him made the blurred movie picture in Kewen's mind clear, and many fragments of the movie scene he had seen before emerged from his memory one after another.

"Have you seen anything like this before?"

Ollivander's voice interrupted Cowen's memory.

"Ah? No, no." Kewen responded immediately after regaining his senses.

"I thought you should be like those Muggles who saw this scene for the first time." Ollivander's tone was inexplicable: "Even if you didn't yell, you should be very shocked."

"No... I'm just..." Kewen just wanted to show a surprised expression,

Fortunately, the actor's IQ was online, and he immediately controlled his facial muscles without changing his expression. He said in a confused tone, "It's just that I have experienced too many incredible things today. I... I'm really not dreaming now, sir?"

The words fell, Kewen's eyes diverged slightly, he raised his head without focusing, and looked into Ollivander's eyes.

Ollivander's eyes flashed a glimpse, then raised his hand to stroke Kewen's hair, and said softly, "Of course it's not a dream, I ignored your situation."

The palm that stroked the back of Kewen's head finally patted Kewen's shoulder: "Come on, I will take you to slowly adapt to the new environment here and your new life in the future. Follow me."

Seeing Ollivander leading the way and passing through the doorway, Kewen focused his attention, let out a faint sigh of relief, and followed with his short legs.

Follow Ollivander all the way, stepping on the ground paved with finely broken cobblestones; squeezed through the almost rubbing crowd of people in the alley; dazedly looked at all kinds of shops on both sides of the alley; finally, the two of them were in a shop. Stopped in front of the door.

The store front looks small and broken, with a black wooden window door sandwiched between the bulging glass bay windows on both sides. The color of the gold sign on the door has peeled off. It reads Ollivander, since 380 BC. Excellent wand made in two years.

Ollivander unlocked the door and pushed the door, and as the copper bell above the door frame tinkled, Kewen followed Ollivander into the store.

The store is not big, the welcome place is about five meters square, and there is a bench for the guests to sit and rest. And all the positions of the welcome area extending into the store are crowded with shelves of wooden shelves, and all the shelves are filled with long and narrow boxes. In the middle of the shelves on both sides, there is only one meter wide corridor for people move around.

"Okay Kewen, sit down for a while," Ollivander said as he walked to the checkout counter.

"Okay sir." Kewen sat down on the bench honestly.

Of course, this wand shop is clearly in the same vein as the wizarding world, and it looks messy and scruffy. Kewen can only endure this, after all, now is not the time for him to express any opinions.

On the other side, Ollivander rummaged under the checkout for a while, stuffed a document into his pocket and walked out, saying at the same time, "There is no fireplace in the shop, I have to go to the Ministry of Magic from the public fireplace, Help you with some formalities."

Seeing Ollivander coming over, Kewen hurriedly got up from the bench, but was seated back down by Ollivander's shoulders.

Patting Kewen on the shoulder, Ollivander said softly: "I'll be back in about twenty minutes, remember, if there are guests coming in, please ask them to wait a bit, or go to other stores to buy things first. After all It's the school season, and many new guests come to the door at this time of year."

"Okay." Kewen nodded immediately: "I wrote it down."

Ollivander smiled in satisfaction and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "Just stay in the store and don't move around, I..."

Without waiting for Ollivander to finish speaking, Kewen responded almost as a conditioned reflex: "I'll just eat two, leftovers, coughs..."

"What?" Ollivander stopped blankly and looked back at Kewen.

Kewen coughed and his face turned slightly red, and after suppressing his cough, he quickly responded: "No, it's nothing, I'm just a little distracted..."

"Oh, sorry, I ignored it again." Ollivander smiled when he heard the words, stepped forward again, disappeared at the door with his figure, and the last words entered the store at the same time: "I will bring you some food when you come back. of……"