Diagon Alley.
Vinda appeared out of thin air with the two of them.
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Before Argus could even feel happy, he saw Draco leaning against the wall and dry heaving.
"Vomit!"
"This isn't your first time Apparating, is it?" Argus asked with a strange expression.
"How is that possible!" Upon hearing this, Draco almost jumped up, but before he could even get up, he vomited again.
After about two or three minutes, he finally recovered.
Just as Argus was about to enter Diagon Alley with Draco, several furtive figures caught his attention.
Is it an Auror? Or the power of a pure-blood family?
Argus gave Vinda an inquiring look, and the other nodded.
It meant that she had already noticed it.
"Argus, you two go buy what you need for Hogwarts. I have something to take care of." Vinda quietly pulled out her wand from her sleeve, indicating to Argus that she would go and take care of them first.
Argus understood immediately and nodded, saying, "Aunt Vinda, you go ahead and do your work. I'll come find you after I've finished shopping with Draco."
He turned to look at Draco.
"Let's go, let's go to Ollivanders' Wand Shop first."
Argus took a step and came to a shop.
The shop entrance was dilapidated and narrow, and piles of wand boxes made it almost impossible to stand anywhere in the shop.
It was hard to imagine that this was the home of one of Europe's three great wandmakers, the cradle of countless wizards.
"Oh, welcome, you two young wizards."
A standard British accent rang out from a pile of boxes, and a dusty, white-haired old man wearing a brown, bell-sleeved robe stepped out.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander!" Argus showed great respect for this top technical talent in the wizarding world.
"Come on, children."
Ollivander warmly welcomed the two inside.
"Platinum blonde hair, pure-blooded temperament—you are a Malfoy! I still remember when your father came to buy a wand; it was a wand made of elm wood and dragon heartstring."
"In the blink of an eye, his son is old enough to go to school."
Upon seeing Draco, Ollivander immediately displayed the characteristics of the top information broker in the British wizarding world, as if reminiscing about the old days.
When he turned and saw Argus, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"Aristocratic bearing, blond hair and blue eyes—I don't recall any pure-blooded British families possessing these features. You are..."
"Just call me Argus."
Seeing that Argus did not speak directly, Ollivander did not ask any further questions and went straight to the point.
"Okay, Argus, tell me, which hand do you prefer?"
"Mr. Ollivander, you misunderstand. I only accompanied Draco here. As for the wand…"
Argus pulled his wand from his pocket and gestured to Ollivander.
"I am ready."
"Oh my God!"
The moment Argus's wand touched the counter, Ollivander rushed over as if he had seen a rare treasure.
He let out a series of exclamations of surprise!
"Elder wood material, a wand core I've never seen before... This is..."
"It's a Qilin, the Qilin's heartstring, a magical animal from the far East."
"Qilin?"
Ollivander sensed Argus's extraordinary identity simply from the material of the wand.
The last time the Qilin appeared was during the final battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
Since then, no one had ever seen this magical creature again.
The fact that this young man could produce a wand made from the Qilin heartstring spoke volumes about his identity!
"Are you from the Dumbledore family?"
Although the words were a question, the tone was very certain, which made Argus's smile freeze instantly.
If it weren't for his years of cultivated aristocratic manners, he would have snatched the wand from Ollivander's hand immediately.
What kind of look is that!
How do I resemble someone from that old bee's family?
Does he deserve it?
Actually, the acquisition of this wand was somewhat coincidental.
Argus hadn't originally planned to choose a wand so early.
Two years ago, by chance, he discovered in Grindelwald's inventory that the other party had left behind some of the Qilin's hair, scales, and heartstrings for research.
He certainly wouldn't let such a precious material go to waste.
That's why he had this magic wand in his hand.
Taking a deep breath, Argus managed to maintain his polite smile.
"Mr. Ollivander, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Argus."
"Argus Grindelwald!"
The next second, Ollivander's eyes widened in shock.
As a witness to the era in which Gellert Grindelwald roamed Europe, he knew all too well the significance of that surname.
If it weren't for his father's suppression, he probably would have become an Acolyte as well.
What a pity...sigh!
For a moment, Ollivander didn't know how to start the conversation with Argus.
"Mr. Ollivander, would you like to choose a wand for me first?"
Draco's words broke the silence.
Ollivander snapped out of his daze and hurriedly grabbed a measuring tape and went to Draco's side: "Young wizard of the Malfoy family, which arm do you prefer?"
"Right hand!"
"Try this one, nine and a half inches, hawthorn and dragon heartstring—it's very similar to your father's!"
Ollivander finally returned to normal and pulled one out of a pile of boxes, handing it to Draco.
Draco waved it in his hand.
An explosion rang out, and the shop window shattered.
"Not very convenient."
Draco shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied.
"It seems you are not quite the same as your father. Try this one, ten inches, hawthorn wood, with unicorn tail hair as the core."
With a wave of the wand, the shattered shop window slowly came back to life.
Draco held the wand as if it were a new toy, completely captivated by it.
"This is it!"
"Thank you for your patronage, seven Galleons!"
...
Argus clicked his tongue as he left Ollivanders' wand shop.
He hadn't heard Ollivander's classic line—"The picky customer."
This left him with some regret.
Draco didn't give him time to reflect, and immediately pulled him toward the other side of Diagon Alley.
"Let's first go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to order Hogwarts student robes, and then go to Twilfitt and Tatting's to choose a few formal dress robes."
"You know, Madam Malkin's class is really too low. If Hogwarts didn't insist on catering to those Muggle-borns, I wouldn't have..."
Before they knew it, the two had arrived outside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
There were quite a few young wizards choosing among them.
"Hello, are you two young wizards new students at Hogwarts?"
Argus smiled and replied, "Yes, Madam Malkin, please make a few Hogwarts-style student robes for me and my friend."
"No problem, just a moment."
Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch dressed in purple. She looked very kind and had the feel of a friendly neighborhood auntie.
After taking the measurements of Argus and Draco, she took out several finished robes, waved her wand, and began to thread needles and scissors, constantly altering the size of the robes.
"Madam, I would like to ask how long our robes will take to arrive?"
Argus felt he might not be able to get the robes anytime soon, so he decided to buy the crucible and the first-year books first.
Just then, the bell at the shop entrance rang.
Jingle!
As the shop door opened, a thin boy walked in.
Upon entering, the boy displayed a timid demeanor, seemingly afraid to look at people or speak to them.
Argus felt a chill run down his spine.
Oversized clothes, a slightly confused and helpless expression.
And there's a giant at the entrance!
Could it be that…