Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Like any other morning, Aeris came to Diagon Alley. Ever since the Ministry of Magic announced the return of Voldemort, wizards were all in danger. The usually bustling Diagon Alley also seemed deserted, except for the Weasleys' Magic Workshop, of course.

The shop opened by Fred and George is like a touch of color suddenly added to a black and white photo. The bustle here seems out of place with the current Diagon Alley.

Aris first helped out in the Weasleys' Wizard Witchery for a while before going to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop to learn how to make wands.

Today is a very important day for Aries, because the first magic wand made by Aries himself will be completed today. From selecting materials to the finished product, Aries did it all by himself. Even Mr. Ollivander did not give him guidance, but only asked Aries to hand it to him for tasting as soon as it was successfully made.

When passing by Florin Fusco's ice cream shop, the gentle middle-aged wizard stuck his head out and greeted Aeris: "Good morning, kid! Are you going to Garrick again? The old guy is really lucky to have a diligent apprentice like you."

"Good morning, Mr. Fusco," said Aeris. "How's business today?"

"It's terrible! Those bastards have made everyone feel insecure. Who would have the heart to eat ice cream now? Now should be the time when ice cream is the most popular seller." Mr. Fusco said angrily.

Mr. Fusco handed Aris a box of strawberry licorice ice cream. "Try it, kid!" Mr. Fusco said with a hearty smile. "My new creation!"

"Thank you!" Aeris said, and without hesitation, he began to eat the ice cream spoonful by spoonful.

"Professor Dexter Fusco is your ancestor, right?" Aris asked while enjoying the icy sweetness in his mouth.

"Yes!" Mr. Fusco puffed out his chest and said with a smile, "The Fusco family has always been proud of him! A headmaster of Hogwarts...hahahaha..."

"Then you must know a lot of unknown secrets," Aeris said thoughtfully, "A knowledgeable person like you, although you chose to open an ice cream shop, but... the mysterious man... will not fail to notice you. He will definitely choose to win over talents like you, or in order to prevent talents like you from standing against him, he will directly..."

Aris hadn't finished his words, but Mr. Fusco was still sweating profusely. Looking at Mr. Fusco sweating profusely, Aris knew that it was not because of the hot weather.

"Thank you for your reminder, kid! Our whole family will be grateful to you!" After closing the shop, Mr. Fusco handed another box of ice cream to Aries, forced a smile at him, and left in a hurry.

After Aerys arrived at Mr. Ollivander's wand shop, he handed Mr. Ollivander the ice cream given by Mr. Fosco and said with a smile, "Mr. Fosco gave me the flavor you like, Mr. Ollivander!"

"Oh!" said Mr. Ollivander happily. "Thank you, Aris!"

Aeris began another day of his apprenticeship, continuing to complete the wands he made, going home to enjoy lunch at noon, and helping Mr. Ollivander sell wands.

Today, Aerys also received Neville, who was brought here by his grandmother, old Mrs. Longbottom. Neville's wand was destroyed by Bellatrix Lestrange in the battle in the Department of Mysteries, so he came here to buy a new wand.

"Eris?" Neville said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to learn wand-making from Mr. Ollivander," said Aeris. "Do you need a new wand, Neville?"

"That's right!" said old Mrs. Longbottom proudly. "My grandson is worthy of being his father's son. He has done more than that good-for-nothing Fudge and half of the Ministry of Magic combined. As a reward for his courage, I will buy my grandson a wand that suits him!"

"Congratulations, Neville!" Aeris smiled and brought out a pile of wands. "With a handy wand, your talent can be better utilized!"

Neville smiled shyly as well.

"Cherry wood, twelve and three-quarters inches, the core is a unicorn's tail hair. It suits you very well, Neville. You will surely have a high reputation in the future!" Aeris smiled and handed Neville an exquisite wand.

Neville took it and waved it a few times casually. Lights of various colors enveloped the small wand shop, and even Mr. Ollivander, who was making wands in the back hall, was startled.

After collecting seven gold galleons from old Lady Longbottom, Neville looked at Aeris somewhat bewilderedly. "What a pity, Aeris," Neville said somewhat unnaturally. "I didn't expect Fudge to do that... to forcefully demand that Hogwarts expel you..."

"It's okay, buddy!" Aerys whispered to Neville, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to follow your learning progress and become an assistant to several professors. After school starts, you have to call me Professor Grindelwald!"

Neville looked at Aris in shock. "Keep it a secret for me, okay?" Aris added in a low voice.

Neville nodded, and old Lady Longbottom urged, "It's time to go, dear grandson!"

After Neville left, Aeris continued to work on the unfinished wand, and it was not until the evening that the wand was successfully made.

Mr. Ollivander used his ten slender fingers to carefully stroke the exquisite wand. "Vine wood, thirteen inches long, the wand core is the hair from a unicorn's tail. The combination is flawless. It's incredible, Aris. I have to admit that your talent in wand making is much better than mine when I was young. The first wand I made was after I became an adult..." Mr. Ollivander said admiringly.

The wind chimes hanging on the door frame rang, which meant that there might be "guests" coming. "How strange," Mr. Ollivander said with some confusion, "Someone would come so late..."

Aris, who was in the back hall, poked his head out to take a look, then immediately retracted his head. "Shh!" Aris made a silencing gesture to Mr. Ollivander and whispered, "He's not a guest, he's a Death Eater. I will never make a mistake!"

In an instant, Mr. Ollivander's silver eyes were filled with fear. The footsteps of the Death Eaters were getting closer and closer. Aris asked Mr. Ollivander to hide in an inconspicuous corner in the back hall. He took out a folded parchment from his pocket, unfolded it, and slapped it on the floor. On the parchment was a complicated summoning array pattern.

The movement in the back hall attracted the attention of the Death Eaters, and they seemed to be approaching this side cautiously. Aeris put his hands on the parchment and whispered a few words. The summoning array pattern on the parchment lit up with a bright light.

Eris stood aside. After the light, the parchment disappeared. A woman wearing an indigo and purple hooded cloak and a purple robe, with her face mostly covered by a hood, stood in front of Eris.

The woman had blood-red lip gloss on her lips, and a few strands of her long blue hair fell from her hood onto her shoulders. She spoke in a clear voice, "Medea, magician of the Age of Gods, has responded to the call. If you have summoned Jason as well, can you let me kill him again?"

Eris smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Medea," Eris said, "Mr. Jason didn't come, but I still hope you can eliminate those bad guys outside and protect our safety."

Medea waved her hand casually, and several Dragon Fang soldiers appeared, rushing towards the Death Eaters outside. Medea waved her hand again, and a protective barrier was set up, protecting the back hall within the barrier.

The battle ended quickly. The endless stream of Dragon Fang soldiers almost besieged the Death Eaters to death. However, Mr. Ollivander's shop also suffered. Except for the back hall, the rest of the shop was destroyed beyond recognition.

"This is a temporary summons," Medea said casually after solving the problem, "I can't stay here for too long. I look forward to our next meeting, little master!" After that, Medea disappeared.

Aris summoned a patronus to inform Professor Dumbledore, who arrived quickly and arranged for Mr. Ollivander to take refuge at number twelve Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Professor Dumbledore looked very solemn, as Voldemort had already begun to stir. Aris knew that one reason why Voldemort did not openly attempt to conquer the wizarding world was because Harry had not died at his hands yet, and another reason was that he was afraid of Professor Dumbledore.