The years of welding at Hogwarts

He patted Draco's shoulder calmly and said, "Professor Dumbledore and I still have something to talk about. You can go in and ask Madam Malkin to measure your size first."

"I know, Dad."

……

For a person who is afraid of trouble, Noah is quite fast in choosing clothing styles.

Of course, this is also closely related to the fact that there are only a few styles of clothes to choose from in the store.

Maybe it's because it's close to the start of the school year, a glance at the clothes racks in the store shows that they are all filled with Hogwarts uniforms.

Just like Naruto's wardrobe, when you open it, all the clothes are the same.

If Noah had to say what the difference was between these plain robes of exactly the same style, the only answer he could think of was the size of the clothes.

All robes are the same, and the only options available to consumers are matching clothing such as shirts, sweaters, and pants to match the robes.

But there aren’t many styles.

As the behind-the-scenes controller of Hydra, Noah, a rich man who is afraid of trouble and has plenty of money, naturally chooses to have one of each.

Such a generous gesture made Madam Malkin laugh so hard that her eyes were squeezed out by the wrinkles on her face.

Noah put down nine coins on the counter, cough, nine gold Galleons. He planned to pay the bill first and come back to get the custom-made clothes later.

A somewhat arrogant voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, are you a new student at Hogwarts too?"

Turning his head and glancing behind him, Noah found that the person who spoke was a "familiar stranger", so he lost interest and turned his head back.

It’s not the little angel Luna, just go away, there’s nothing to see.

Seeing that the other party looked at him and then turned his head back, with no intention of answering him at all, Draco Malfoy stood there slightly awkwardly.

A faint blush of anger appeared on his pale cheeks.

He raised his voice a little, "Hey, can't you hear me talking to you!?"

After paying the bill, Noah turned around and looked into the other person's eyes calmly. "I heard you. So what? Why were you yelling so loudly?"

Seeing the other party's complete indifference to him, the blush on Malfoy's face became more obvious because of anger.

But the coldness in Noah's eyes made him completely lose the courage to attack. Under Noah's gaze, the blush on his face faded away little by little.

The atmosphere was made even more tense by the small space of Madam Malkin's robe shop.

Draco's voice dropped unconsciously, "I, I just..."

"Just what?"

There was a hint of aggression in Noah's tone, but he did not intend to make things too difficult for the spoiled child in front of him, as the child was not a bad person by nature.

He walked forward and stopped less than thirty centimeters away from Draco.

Thanks to his unremitting training after his rebirth, Noah, who has been practicing the secrets of Kamar-Taj for many years, is a whole head taller than Draco.

This forced Draco to tilt his head back to see his face clearly.

Draco was not used to looking up to others in this way. The last person who forced him to adopt this perspective was his father.

Coupled with the extremely oppressive aura of Noah, Draco, feeling a little uneasy, quietly took half a step back.

"If you really want to make friends with someone, you might as well try to change your current attitude. You will never make any true friends with your arrogant attitude."

Hearing Noah's words, Draco, who had expected to hear some mocking or sarcastic offensive words from Noah, was stunned for a moment.

Because of his wealthy family background, he has had no peers who can be called his true friends since he was a child.

They are basically a bunch of lackeys.

So he has always been highly praised.

This was the first time someone spoke to him in such a preachy tone and manner.

After saying this casually, Noah turned around and prepared to leave, but he stopped before stepping out of Madam Malkin's robe shop.

Thinking of the stupid things that this arrogant young master might say when he was flirting with his future lifelong enemy Harry Pott, which might cause him to lose Pott's friendship, Noah couldn't help but remind him one more thing:

"Also, I'll give you a piece of advice."

"Belittling others behind their backs does not raise your own status. Instead, it only reflects your low moral standards and makes you look like a villain who speaks ill of others behind their backs."

Looking at Noah's leaving back, Draco wanted to call out to him, but gave up in the end. He stood there in a daze with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the first time he went out into society, he ran into a wall with Noah.

Good, man, you've got my interest.

"My dear," Madam Malkin's kind voice interrupted Draco's reverie, "would you like to try on some clothes at the back of the shop first?"

A few minutes after Draco stepped into the fitting room, Madam Malkin's Robe Shop welcomed its third customer of the day -

A skinny boy with a lightning scar on his forehead.

Chapter 14 You tell me this thing is a magic wand?

Outside the store, Dumbledore and Lucius, who were "having a good chat", obviously did not notice the slightly unpleasant episode that took place in the store.

After saying goodbye to Lucius, Dumbledore took Noah along the winding cobblestone road of Diagon Alley, and the items on the shopping list were reduced one by one.

They bought textbooks for school at Flourish and Blotts.

It's not just the textbooks on your shopping list.

Noah is quite interested in the magic of this world. After all, it is completely different from the secrets of Kamar-Taj.

The magic of the system.

So he just waved his hand and asked the bookstore clerk to give him one book of each kind.

Because of their generous spending, Flourish and Blotts Bookstore provided a door-to-door delivery service, packing the books directly into boxes and sending them by owl to the address specified by Noah.

It also saves Dumbledore and Noah from having to drag several large boxes of books while shopping.

Then they visited the drugstore, which Noah was not very happy to enter, because it exuded a pungent smell of rotten eggs and rotten cabbage leaves.

In the Ila Owl Shop, Noah, a macho man who said he just wanted to raise beautiful women, well, wild animals, finally honestly paid for a snow-white owl.

Finally, the two of them came to the end of the street and stopped in front of a small, shabby shop.

The golden sign on the door had peeled off, and it faintly read: Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC.

In the dusty window, a solitary wand was on display on a faded purple cushion.

The first thing Noah saw when he entered the store was the thousands of narrow cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling. This gave him a strange feeling, as if...

Uh, I came to the home of an empty-nest elderly man who made a living by picking up scraps.

The well-decorated house that the children worked hard to earn money to buy, no, the old house that was passed down from generation to generation, was filled with waste cardboard and cans that the old man picked up from the street...

Just as Noah was considering whether to help the old man Dumbledore sit down on the only dusty bench in the store, a jingling bell sounded from the back of the store.

With a gurgling sound, a wooden ladder slid out from behind a container full of cardboard boxes.

An old wizard standing on a slide appeared in front of them, his large, light-colored eyes looking like two shining moons in the dim shop.

Especially when he saw the other old wizard next to Noah, the other person's eyes became even brighter.

"Dumbledore," Ollivander exclaimed, "What a rare visitor."

The speed with which he came down the ladder did not seem at all like something that a man of his age could do, especially when he leapt in front of Dumbledore in two steps.

"You must have it with you? Can I..." Ollivander rubbed his hands together.

"Ahem." Dumbledore calmly blocked the other person's uncontrollable hand that wanted to touch his waist, or to be more precise, the wand on his waist.

"Olivander, we'll talk about that later, and the customer this time is not me."

He stepped aside, exposing Noah to Ollivander's view, and shrugged.

"I am bringing this Mr. Noah Shafrin here to buy his first wand. He is a new student who will be attending Hogwarts this year."

Ollivander was a little surprised.

newborn?

Although he knew that it was the beginning of the school year, it was normal for new students to come to his place as the only wand supplier in the UK.

But students brought here by Dumbledore himself?

It's really rare.

Ollivander immediately became interested and wanted to know what kind of little wizard was worth Dumbledore's long journey.

He moved closer and closer to Noah, until his nose was almost touching Noah's face.

It was with great difficulty that Noah resisted the urge to punch the old man in the nose, making it as crooked as Dumbledore's twice-broken nose.

"Well……"

Fortunately, Ollivander quickly distanced himself, and he had no idea that he was almost losing his nose.

He glanced at Noah with a sharp look.

"Now, Mr. Shafrin," he said, pulling a long, silver-marked measuring tape from his pocket, "which arm do you use for your wand?"

"It can be either left or right hand."

After this, Ollivander began to measure Noah.

First from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit. What Noah couldn't understand the most was why his head circumference was measured at the end?

He really wanted to complain that he didn't even have to wait until this time next year. In just half a year, he would grow a few centimeters in height.

By then, all the data that Ollivander is measuring now will be inaccurate, so is there any need to measure it now?

Or does it appear more professional this way and make it easier to fool people who don't know much about the business?

Noah was very curious. If he dislocated his arm and extended it a few centimeters on the spot, what kind of expression would Ollivander have?

Would he crack right there and then?

Ollivander was clearly unaware of this serious problem.

As he measured, he muttered: "Every Ollivander wand has super magical substances. This is its essence, Mr. Shafrin."

"The core materials we use are unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves."

"Every wand produced by Ollivanders is unique, for no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly alike."

"Of course, if you used a wand that was supposed to belong to another wizard, it would never have such a good effect."

Ollivander loosened his grip on the measuring tape, but the tape did not stop.

Instead, it started to operate automatically under the effect of magic.

The feather pen suspended nearby was recording the measured data on the parchment.

After picking and choosing on the shelf next to him, Ollivander quickly pulled out a long paper box from the shelf, took out the wand inside and stuffed it into Noah's hand.

"Try this, vinewood, unicorn..."

Ollivander hadn't even finished his words, and before his wand even touched Noah's hand, he pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

"No, not this," he muttered to himself, "This is absolutely inappropriate."

Putting the wand back into the paper box, he quickly replaced it with another one. "Blackthorn wood, dragon heart tendon, thirteen and a half inches, a very strong combination."

He motioned for Noah to swing.

Noah took the wand handed to him by Ollivander and waved it briefly and vigorously, but apart from the whistling sound of the small wooden stick in his hand cutting through the air, the wand did not respond at all.

It was as if the magic wand was really just an ordinary little wooden stick.

As for what other senior travelers have described, such as the extension of the arm, as if the magic wand and oneself were originally one, and the feeling of magic power flowing naturally...

None of them.

Ollivander quickly took back the wand, and then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Looking at the eighth wand that also didn't produce even a single spark, Ollivander's wrinkles and eyebrows almost came together, "This shouldn't be the case."

However, the expression on his face soon relaxed and became somewhat excited.

"Interesting, really interesting. I haven't met such a picky guest in a long time."

Ollivander quickly saw what was wrong with Noah.