"Garrick, maybe you didn't get enough rest last night? You can't stand steadily."
Dumbledore reacted quickly, stepped forward to help Ollivander up, and found a good excuse for him.
"Albus, you are as observant as a hawk. I was racking my brains last night trying to come up with new wand materials."
Ollivander also realized that he had overreacted, and he went down Dumbledore's steps to make amends for himself, and then smiled at Tom, "But don't worry, kid, even if I can't walk anymore, I will definitely help you choose the most suitable wand."
...
It seemed that Ollivander had accepted the coincidence of having the same name, but in fact he was still uneasy. After measuring Tom's size, the first wand he chose for him was made of yew wood, which made Dumbledore's eyelids jump.
Yew represents death and rebirth, and is often favored by powerful dark wizards. It is suitable for dark magic and defense.
The last Tom happened to use a yew wand...
After a ball of fire shot out from the tip of the wand, Ollivander shook his head in dissatisfaction, snatched the wand from Tom's hand, and opened another box.
"The wand just now was too gentle. It's not suitable for you. Try this one."
Tom took it and a flock of flying birds exploded from the tip of the stick.
"It still doesn't work. Ye Qi and your belief are not as good as I thought. Then let's use this one."
After taking the third wand, Tom felt an unprecedented sense of smoothness. He pointed his finger at the broken flowerpot in the corner, and the flowerpot instantly shattered into powder.
[The host has successfully oriented its future development direction, and the system is anchoring... Anchoring is successful, and the strongest learning system will serve you wholeheartedly]
Tom lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear the voice, his face expressionless.
Ollivander clapped his hands and smiled: "A perfect match, 14.5 inches of yew wood, with a dragon heartstring at the center. I can already imagine the power of your future spells."
"I'll put it to good use, Mr. Ollivander."
"Remember, the wand is not your tool, but your companion, child."
"Also, eight Galleons for Cheng Hui."
After paying the money, Tom played with his wand.
Although there was no strange feeling of blood connection, the feeling of casting the spell just now was extremely smooth.
Ollivander is indeed a good wizard, and the saying that the wand chooses the wizard is not nonsense.
Before reaching a certain level, the adaptability of the wand has a great impact on the wizard's strength.
Taking the simple maintenance tools given by the wand maker, Tom left Ollivander's Wand Shop with his wand.
The moment the two closed the door, the fake smile on the staff-making master's face immediately disappeared without a trace, and drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
A wand that is longer than 13.5 inches is considered an extra-long wand, and an overly long wand represents the wand user's absolute confidence and extraordinary desire for control.
A wand that is too short means that its owner is narrow-minded and mean.
Ollivander remembered that the shortest wand he ever sold was to a wizard named Umbridge.
And the longest one...is Tom's.
In addition, only a wizard with powerful magic can control the dragon heartstring core.
"Dumbledore, you do understand what this all means when put together, don't you?"
Ollivander muttered quietly, silently putting the scattered wand boxes back to where they belonged.
"Ah, Mr. Riddle, I remember what I forgot."
Dumbledore pointed to the pet shop across the street. "First-year students are allowed to bring one pet. Do you want to go take a look?"
"Forget it, sir."
Tom shook his head. "Owls are messengers. I don't have much use for them. As for toads and mice... I'm sorry, they just don't suit my taste."
Dumbledore nodded, not dwelling on the pet issue anymore, "Let's call it a day then. Go get a drink with Tom and I'll take you home."
Tom didn't refuse.
They returned to the Leaky Cauldron. It was already time for dinner and there were only two empty seats in the restaurant, one of which was reserved for them by Boss Tom.
Dumbledore's presence reduced the noisy conversations quite a bit. Fortunately, he and Tom only had a drink each and left after not sitting for too long.
Tom suddenly understood why he felt that Dumbledore always felt lonely when he watched Harry Potter in his previous life.
Old Deng's status is so high that all the people in the country are his disciples. He is already like an emperor who is alone and helpless.
The emperor at least has a queen, but Old Deng...well, he sent the "queen" himself.
Thinking of this, Tom looked at the old man with a little pity, who still had a smile on his face.
An hour and a half later.
Dumbledore sent Tom back to the children's home.
"Looking forward to seeing you again, Mr. Riddle."
"Me too, Professor."
After watching Dumbledore leave, Tom turned and went into the house.
Arman had already prepared dinner when he got off work, and Seth and the other three boys were eating, leaving a large portion for Tom.
"Boss, do you really want to go to that white-bearded old man's school?"
When the other three saw Tom come back, they quickly finished their meal, washed the dishes and ran back to their rooms. Only Seth stayed here and asked curiously.
Currently, only Tom and Seth are permanent residents of the Children's Home. The other three problem children have just arrived. After being scolded by Tom, they were like mice seeing a cat.
"This is not a question you need to worry about."
Tom took a big bite of steak and said vaguely, "If I know that your academic performance in high school has declined, don't blame me for coming back to deal with you during the holidays."
Seth shrank his neck, not daring to refute.
I was just angry for Tom because he was going to a school he had never heard of.
In his heart, his boss is so awesome that he is always the best in the school both in studying and fighting.
He was more than qualified to go to Harrow or Eton, but those damn schools charged such high tuition fees, which forced his eldest brother to leave.
Tom didn't know that his younger brother was standing up for him, so he didn't say much because Dumbledore had instructed him not to tell Muggles about the wizarding world and not to let magical items flow into the Muggle world.
He was just a freshman and didn't have the ability to fight against the rules of the wizarding world.
After finishing his meal and clearing away the dishes, Tom returned to his bedroom.
"Open the system panel."