Chapter 63 (1/2)
PS: Thank you, Wuxian God and close Zhang.
Broken cauldron bar, located in the middle of a big bookstore and record store dirty narrow bar!
Even though standing at the door, Yuanxiao still can't help showing a strange smile. How nervous is the owner of this bar? He can easily make the bar clean and tidy, but he has to keep this dirty appearance.
Push open the wooden door, lantern festival full of curiosity to the bar!
”Hey! Where's your guardian, little one
The owner of the bar, with his greasy rag, wiped his glass.
”Are you Mr. Tom?”
Yuanxiao jumped onto the chair and said seriously, ”I am the guardian myself, and my family has long been gone.”
”Oh! Poor little thing
Tom, the owner of the bar, flashed a trace of pity in his eyes and thought carefully that he already knew the origin of the Lantern Festival.
Eleven years ago, a large number of witches died under the persecution of Voldemort. Many witches were killed. However, the children who were not around survived. This year is the time for these orphans to go to school.
”Come with me!”
Tom put down the dishcloth and wine glass, and took the Lantern Festival across the bar to a small courtyard surrounded by walls.
Three random knocks on a brick make the barman turn away.
Yuanxiao watched the hole in the wall expand into an arch, and walked into the cobblestone street, wondering why Tom's attitude changed so quickly when he heard that he was an orphan.
”Descendants of the black wizard, why don't you die...”
”Why didn't the man clean up all these little scum together?”
The mocking voice in the bar makes Yuanxiao understand his current situation.
The identity assigned to them by the wizard academy is the descendant of the world's black wizard, so they will receive the invitation letter five days before the beginning of school. If you can't guess wrong, he is the first wizard apprentice to come.
Guling Pavilion, Lantern Festival in goblin greedy eyes in exchange for jinjialong.
According to the ratio of five to one, plus the service charge, the Lantern Festival was changed to 10000 gold garonnes and some silver Sikes.
It's not even worth a coin bag.
This is a huge fortune, but it is still far from his requirements.
First of all, he needed a wand, the kind of wand that tok had used.
In fact, sorcerers in the golden continent seldom use magic wands. Compared with a magic wand occupying one hand, a hanging magic book is not more appropriate. The magic wand is far less important than holding a sharp blade in hand.
If he guessed correctly, the wand that toke brought into the plot world came from this world.
Of course, it's not that he got it himself, but the one given to him by a seven level wizard who was saved by him.
It was a small, dilapidated shop, and the gold lettered signboard on its door had peeled off a lot, and it said, ”olivandez: made a good wand since 382 BC.”
In the dusty window, there was a wand alone on the faded purple cushion.
”I need a wand.”
Yuanxiao stands on the edge of the counter.
A mysterious old man suddenly appeared, Eagle like eyes carefully looking at the Lantern Festival.
”Interesting. It's been a long time since I've seen a wizard apprentice who can get here so quickly.”
”Do you know me?”
Yuanxiao frowned.
”Of course, I used to be the master's indentured servant. I am immortal in this world. Every generation of wizard apprentices comes in, and the first five who find me can get a magic wand, which is the only gold equipment that can be taken out of the world...”
The old man sighed, and the Lantern Festival stood quietly listening.
Being able to take him away from the world shows that the old man has mastered the skills of a professional who makes magic wands. In a sense, I'm afraid that the whole world has a certain authority. Otherwise, it can't explain the special status of olivandez.