The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Otherwise, I'll have to take these new students to those German territories to buy wands."

Mr. Ollivander pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket with trembling hands, put them on, and then stared wide-eyed.

Noah noticed that the old man's eyes were very pale, almost transparent.

“It’s you, Jacob Kent,” the old man said with displeasure. “I’m sorry to disappoint you… I told you, Ollivanders Wand Shop will not leave Diagon Alley until I die.”

"You are really stubborn."

Jacob shrugged.

"Alright, let's get back to work. This young gentleman needs to buy a wand."

With that, he shoved Noah in front of Mr. Ollivander.

Mr. Ollivander moved closer, staring at Noah's face, which startled Noah so much that he took two steps back.

"Oh, another Hogwarts freshman?"

"Yes...yes, sir."

"Extend your dominant hand!"

"OK……"

Noah found the process of buying the wand very strange.

Mr. Ollivander first measured him with an automatic tape measure, and then patiently brought out different wands for him to hold and try waving.

During the process, he caused trouble, both big and small, on more than one occasion, making a mess of the wand shop, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to care.

"I haven't seen a customer as picky as you in a long time... Ha!"

The old man became somewhat excited and bent down to search.

"Try this!"

He took out a black box, from which he took out a black magic wand and handed it to Noah.

Noah reached out and took the wand.

Instantly, he felt a certain chaotic and restless energy within him calm down.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a small white flower sprouted from the tip of his black wand.

"This is it!"

Mr. Ollivander smiled happily.

"Ebony with dragon nerve, twelve and a quarter inches long, a one-to-one replica of a great man's wand."

He looked very smug as he moved closer to Noah.

"Of course, that genuine one is also my creation."

"how is this possible?"

Noah heard Professor Kent's incredulous voice.

He turned his head and saw that Professor Kent, who had been expressionless until now, finally changed his expression.

He looked at Noah in surprise, as if he were looking at someone else entirely.

"Both from Hastings, could they be relatives?" he muttered to himself.

"W-what happened?"

Noah looked at the wand in his hand, wondering what was wrong with it.

"It's nothing, it's a good thing."

But Jacob was unwilling to say more.

"Alright, now that you have your wand, hurry up and pay, then wait outside."

Noah, with a somewhat uneasy heart, left the wand shop accompanied by his parents.

While waiting, Noah held his wand and kept speculating.

"Who exactly is this important figure they're talking about?"

He was extremely curious.

“Alright.” His mother, Chara, patted his head. “You’ll know everything when you come here to study.”

Takun muttered to himself, "Sounds like someone from Hastings, maybe someone we know."

Hastings is a small town, and most of the residents know each other.

“Not many people have left the town over the years,” Chara said. “I can’t think of any big names who have come from Hastings.”

Takun's eyes lit up. "Perhaps it's the Trolop family. They've been gone for over twenty years."

“No, they just immigrated to Spain,” Chara denied. “The old Trollopes have come back over the years, and they still keep their old house.”

"I don't know then." Takun shook his head.

From an angle unseen by the couple, Noah's eyes lit up.

He knew who the important person Professor Kent was talking about was.

It must be Mr. Trollope!

Mr. Trollope was the son of the old Trollopes, whom Noah had met in Hastings.

Noah always felt that the man and his wife seemed very mysterious, completely different from the people around them, and even unable to fit into the atmosphere of a seaside town like Hastings.

Looking back now, some of their qualities seemed very similar to the wizards he had seen in the magical world.

This discovery excited Noah.

But he didn't tell anyone his guess. While waiting for school to start in Hastings, he often wandered the street where Trollope's old house was located, trying to see the mysterious man again.

However, his wish seems to have been dashed.

The owner of that old house never appeared; only people from the real estate agency came regularly to maintain it.

Just a few days before the start of the school term, he walked down that street again and saw the mysterious man sitting in the garden with his wife, drinking tea.

Noah excitedly ran to the garden gate.

However, the moment his eyes met the other person's, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to say.

It was only then that he realized his behavior was somewhat impolite and dangerous.

This summer, he has read many books about the common knowledge of the magical world and knows that many wizards have strange tempers, especially the powerful ones.

"I'm...I'm sorry...it was me...I offended you..."

Noah stammered.

At the same time, he was filled with remorse, and his mind began to uncontrollably imagine his tragic end.

Maybe he'll turn me into a mouse, and my parents won't recognize me; they'll just think I've disappeared.

"No, I won't turn you into a rat."

Scott looked at the little guy outside the door with amusement and spoke gently.

"You...you know what I'm thinking?"

Noah's eyes widened even more.

"Of course, I also know your name."

Scott waved his hand, and the garden gate opened automatically.

“Come in, Noah, Jacob has told me about you.”

Noah hesitated for a moment, standing outside the door.

But driven by curiosity, he mustered up the courage to enter the garden.

"Sorry to bother you."

He tugged at the corner of his clothes, trying to make himself look more obedient and polite.

Scott said to Luna, "I think he might be a Gryffindor."

Luna, however, said, "It could also be Slytherin."

Scott nodded in agreement. "That makes sense."

"Come sit down, little one."

Luna smiled, stood up, led the boy to the table, and shared some tea and snacks with him.

"Thank you."

Feeling the woman's kindness and friendliness, Noah couldn't help but relax a little.

After that, the couple stopped paying attention to Noah and started chatting amongst themselves.

Their conversation covered a wide range of topics.

Magic, magical creatures, potions, the rules of the magical world, or even a particular friend are all topics of conversation for them.

Noah didn't ask any questions; he just listened quietly.

Noah couldn't understand most of what was being said, but he listened very attentively and even forced himself to write it down.

This will definitely be useful.

He thought to himself.

Years later, Noah, now a senior in Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, often recalled this scene.

"It was a dreamlike afternoon."

To integrate into the college, he shared his experience with friends he met there more than once, and his friends always listened patiently and looked at him with envy.

Similarly, Noah has thanked his 11-year-old self more than once.

He really tried hard to remember a lot of the conversations between the Trollopes.

Although it was just casual conversation, the content of the chat that he forcibly memorized helped him a lot in the days that followed.

Unfortunately, perhaps because of Noah's story, many people tried to meet Mr. Trollope at the old house in Hastings, and after that, no one was able to get close to it anymore.