Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 69 No, It's Your Wand

"Oh, my dear Sherlock, I didn't expect you to be a damn rich man like Hermione!"

When Ron heard Sherlock ask him and Harry to choose a house each, he said in an extremely exaggerated manner.

If you go to his house as a guest, you might have to squeeze in with them.

Ignoring Ron's words, Sherlock said to the two of them, "Go to bed early after dinner today. We're going to Diagon Alley early tomorrow morning."

"Diagon Alley? Do you want to buy anything?"

"Yes, I need your help."

"no problem!"

Harry and Ron agreed readily.

Harry was extremely happy to hear that he could help Sherlock.

As for Ron, he thought that given Sherlock's family conditions, it would be impossible for him to borrow money.

As long as it's not a loan, everything can be negotiated.

Mrs. Holmes is a good cook and stands out in the overall low level of English cuisine.

Although it may not look as rich as the special meals served in the Hogwarts holiday hall, the taste is even better.

Ron was a little reserved at first.

But after tasting it, he immediately returned to his original state, grabbing a chicken leg in each hand and devouring it.

Although Harry was not as generous as Ron, he ate a lot more than usual.

Seeing the two people eating happily, Mrs. Holmes' eyes became two crescent moons.

For Sherlock himself, it was also a comforting thing to be able to taste the taste of home-cooked meals after a long time.

That night, the three little wizards all had a good sleep.

The next day, Sherlock's father drove them to the Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky Cauldron was still dim and gloomy, with few people inside.

Fortunately, Harry's appearance did not cause much commotion.

"It seems that father comes here often recently."

When they walked through the bar and came to the small patio surrounded by walls, Sherlock suddenly spoke to Mr. Holmes.

"you're right."

Mr. Holmes smiled; he was not surprised that his son could see this.

Harry asked curiously, "Sherlock, how did you tell that?"

"That parking space outside is reserved for long-term tenants."

"It's that simple?"

Ron found it a little unbelievable.

Mr. Holmes was laughing all the time.

Obviously, his son's friends also noticed his uniqueness.

"I said, if you look closely, these things are not worth mentioning at all.

Aside from the parking space, the bar owner just now clearly treated my father like a regular customer, which also shows that my father often comes here during this period. "

"That's right," Mr. Holmes added. "Although I can't get into Diagon Alley, I can still learn something about the wizarding world through this pub."

"Oh, Uncle Holmes, I bet you'll become great friends with my father."

Ron said with his eyes shining.

His father worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department at the Ministry of Magic and had a strong interest in everything related to Muggles.

When they met Mr. Holmes, who had a strong interest in the magical world, the two of them were bound to have something in common.

At this time, Harry, under Sherlock's instructions, had used his wand to knock on the fixed bricks on the wall, opening the passage to Diagon Alley.

"Sherlock, where are we going?"

"Gringotts."

This time is the off-season, and Diagon Alley is no longer as crowded as it was before school started.

On the way to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Sherlock also told his two friends the purpose of his trip.

Use Harry and Ron's names to exchange for some currency in the wizarding world.

Both of them were young men from wizarding families, and their annual quota of Galleons they could exchange for British pounds was much higher than that of young wizards like Sherlock and Hermione, whose parents were both Muggles. Harry and Ron naturally happily agreed.

After all, the opportunities to help Sherlock were few and far between—he almost never needed help.

There is no need to go into detail about the process. With the help of two people, Sherlock finally exchanged enough gold galleons this time.

Harry had once seen the small treasury left to him by his parents in the basement of Gringotts, so he was naturally accustomed to such small scenes.

However, the glittering golden currency stunned Ron.

He had never seen so much money in his life, and he was in a trance.

It wasn't until he unknowingly followed Sherlock to Ollivander's Wand Shop that he suddenly realized:
"Sherlock, what are we doing here?"

"To buy a wand, of course."

Ron looked surprised: "Is your wand broken?"

"No, your wand."

"I?"

Ron pointed at himself with an incredible look on his face.

Just as he was about to say something else, a soft voice interrupted him:

"Hello, it's rare to see young wizards here at this time of year."

Ollivander slowly walked out. His eyes lit up when he saw Harry. "Mr. Potter, we meet again."

"Hello."

Harry greeted Ollivander somewhat awkwardly.

At this point Sherlock pointed at Ron, "My friend needs a new wand."

Ollivander's gaze then followed Sherlock to Ron.

"This should be the Weasley boy, can you take out your wand and show it to me?"

Ron didn't take out his wand, but looked at Sherlock with a puzzled look: "Sherlock, what on earth is this..."

"If you haven't forgotten what happened when we just met, you should remember what I told you: you should choose a wand that suits you, otherwise it will be affected when casting spells."

Sherlock stared at Ron with a sharp gaze, "Since the beginning of the school year, you've been having trouble casting spells, so I'd like to trouble Mr. Ollivander to take a look.

If it's really about the wand, then a new wand is my Christmas present to you."

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Ron's eyes moistened.

Because he has five outstanding brothers, he has always been the neglected one in the family.

Just as he had said when he had first met Harry - the eldest brother Bill was the president of the boy's union, the second brother Charlie was the captain of the Quidditch team, the third brother Percy was the prefect, and although the fourth and fifth brothers, the twin brothers, were naughty, their grades were excellent.

In this situation, the family naturally expected the youngest brother Ron to be like them.

But then again, even if Ron could really do it, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Because his five older brothers had done it before him.

Judging from Ron's performance among the freshmen, there is really nothing outstanding.

The only thing worth mentioning is his identity as "Harry Potter, the savior and friend of the wizarding world."

Of course, there was nothing wrong with Harry per se.

Ron could also feel that the other party truly regarded him as a friend.

Same with Hermione since the troll incident.

However, even Hermione, who is also a good friend, would only repeatedly correct her pronunciation and posture when she failed to cast a spell.

This undoubtedly emphasizes that "the problem lies with you."

But no one thinks that the reason why their spells are not going well is because of a second-hand wand.

But Sherlock thought of it.

Not only did he think about it, but he also put it into practice.

Ron's eyes became moist again.

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