HP Shavings Wizard

It would be difficult to remember too much at once, and a lot of common sense needs to be digested by reading books. Alison didn't say anything more and just took them to buy wands.

Ollivander's Wand Shop has been doing increasingly hot business lately.

Wizards from all over the world come and go.

Hemp-blooded wizards who have just awakened their magic need wands, and some of the African wizards who often use hand gestures and wandless magic don't mind using a wand occasionally.

The piles of old stock in Ollivander's Wand Shop were being cleared out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The speed was so fast that the first thing Ollivander, the shop owner, felt was not the joy of making money, but the fear of becoming a social animal.

Originally, Ollivanders opened a store for two months during the summer vacation to help young wizards choose suitable wands for school-going children.

I spend the rest of my time walking around and collecting wand materials. When I get inspired, I make some new wands...

Those high stacks of goods, which form several rows of shelves and even some stocks in the warehouse, are the result of generations of ancestors who have maintained a leisurely, conservative and hardworking lifestyle and have slowly accumulated them.

...Do you want him to do so much every year?

Don't worry about it, it would be more convenient to kill him.

He was very particular about the cores of his magic wands, and only chose three types of cores with powerful magic: the heart nerve of a fire dragon, the feather of a phoenix, and the tail hair of a unicorn.

The heart nerves of a fire dragon have a certain number.

Every time a nerve is pulled, a fire dragon loses its life. After being slaughtered, it is sorted out and sold as various fire dragon peripherals.

As for the Phoenix Feather...

It's not that he can't come up with a plan, such as plucking all the phoenixes he knows, letting them achieve nirvana, and then plucking more, and repeating this process...

Wait, this is too hellish. It would be strange if the phoenix didn't peck him to death.

As for unicorn tail hair...

This is a lot, but every time he tried to pull it out, the unicorn would kick him.

In order to divert the trouble away, Ollivander also went to Northern Europe and visited Gregorovitch, who had retired a few years ago and was living out his later years. Together with his French colleagues, he forced the guy to go back to work and share some of the pressure.

Being too famous can sometimes be a huge pain.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is a famous old shop that has been standing for a long time. It was written in the "Travel Guide to the British Wizarding World". Those who don't have a wand would not mind buying one when they see it.

Ollivander was a little nervous when he saw the little red-haired wizard who had always frightened him coming over, but he relaxed when he saw Dumbledore was there too.

then……

He saw Alison surrounded by nearly ten Muggles who had obviously just transformed from Muggles into Muggle-born wizards.

The pair of originally large silver-white eyes became even dimmer.

No matter how much he likes the wand, he can't help but work overtime to restock it. For some things to turn from a hobby into a high-intensity job is a completely different concept.

However, he finally pulled himself together and gently called for the guests to come over and choose their wands.

"Good afternoon, newcomers to the wizarding world. Um, who will go first?"

There is no dispute among the people in the British government. It must be Her Majesty first, then the ladies first, and then the others according to their positions...

Alison raised her eyebrows and looked at the much emptier wand shop with a gloating look, as well as Ollivander's erratic state as if he had been drained of energy.

Of course, if you choose a magic wand normally, it will inevitably explode.

There were nearly ten people waiting, and they were waiting for quite a while, with more people coming in later.

Some of them looked at the crowds in the store and went out to look around, while others continued to wait leisurely, hoping to buy the wand as soon as possible.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were also a little surprised.

This number must be the number of guests Ollivander received in the past week, right?

Although Ollivander maintained a professional and enthusiastic (chatty) attitude, explaining in detail the features of each wand he took out, his voice was obviously a little hoarse, and he even took the time to drink a glass of water.

Merlin's pants! He never thought in his life that he would have so many adult and even elderly customers.

He was so tired that he wanted to just close the shop and have a good sleep for a few days. Unfortunately, the profession he awakened in the God-given Land was a barbarian. He originally wanted to improve his physical fitness so that he would not be kicked by the unicorn...

Then it gradually became the current innate ox and horse holy body.

You can work for days and nights without rest.

Seeing Ollivander's recent troubles, the naughty child Alison held back her laughter, and before leaving, she took the opportunity to go over to the devil and whisper, intending to rub salt into his wounds.

"You know what? Mr. Ollivander. The people you are meeting now are officials from the Muggle government. Our wizarding world is planning to merge with the Muggle world! By then, you will be making wands for tens of millions of people. Are you happy or not?"

"Don't worry about the materials! You don't need to travel outside to collect materials. I guarantee that you will save time and effort! Britain imports hundreds of thousands of cubic meters of various softwoods and hardwoods every year. I will also help cut the tail hair of the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. Even if I work myself to death, I will definitely take care of it!"

"Tens of millions of customers. You should be able to remember every one of them, right? There should be hundreds of thousands of new students every year in the future. On average, you will have to make 2,000 wands a day. Even if you don't sleep, you have to make more than 80 wands an hour to meet the domestic demand..."

"You have a long way to go, Ollivander. The future of Great Britain depends on you. Of course, it would be inhumane to let you not sleep. The Muggle world still emphasizes the eight-hour work system, but we do have an urgent need. So you just work eight hours a day and make about two hundred and fifty sticks per hour!"

"No need to travel outside and collect materials anymore", "Saves worry and effort", "I've already booked a life of luxury", Ollivander's head buzzed.

Those light silver eyes looked at Alison blankly, as if he didn't understand what she said.

——It is possible that he understood it, but he would rather not understand it.

It only takes a dozen seconds to make a magic wand, so wouldn't it be more convenient to fill it up directly?

In a sense, the capitalists who deserve to be hung on street lamps are more terrifying than Voldemort who tortures people with the Cruciatus Curse.

After she gradually came back to her senses, Ollivander's bulging eyes were fixed on her, his face quickly turned as gray as a ghost, full of fear.

The red-haired little wizard smiled sweetly, with a bit of maliciousness like a cat playing with a mouse, and continued to finish off the enemy.

"When you become stronger in the God-given Land in the future, and your soul can be completely separated from the body without dying, your Ollivander family can make wands together from generation to generation to help future generations share the work. The soul does not need to sleep or eat..."

"..."

Even after death, they are not spared? The life of cattle and horses is passed down from generation to generation?

"what--"

Frightened by the "beautiful" future she described, a moment later, an extremely terrified and tragic scream of the old man was heard from the wand shop, shaking a corner of Diagon Alley.

In a moment of carelessness, the naughty kid caused such a thing. Dumbledore, who was chatting with an acquaintance, smiled kindly, grabbed Alison's ear and took her away from the wand shop.

British government officials had subtle expressions.

Ah, children's nature is so lively and naughty.

Previously, Miss Grindelwald had always seemed to be at ease, in control of the situation, and in a tacit and friendly manner, and she had not shown any sign of the evil that had now emerged.

I finally understood why some young wizards who seemed to be local to the British wizarding world would turn their faces away quickly and walk away when they saw Miss Grindelwald, without even trying to say hello to her.

But Miss Grindelwald is at least honest enough. What she said about Britain's total population, the number of children, and the import of wood is not wrong at all. It's all true. She is not joking at all...

...Wait, if that's true, wouldn't that be even worse?

Well, maybe they need to be self-reliant in wand making too.

But there are also potion material shops, crucible shops that sell potions to the outside world, and potion shops that purchase and sell finished potions. It is a completely systematic industrial chain.

I didn't see any wand material store selling wands, and the wands sold at Ollivander's wand shop are necessities that you only need to buy one and use it for a lifetime.

In a wizarding world with only a few thousand people, being a niche means there might only be one family in the UK that makes wands.

Trouble.

After having her ears pulled, Alison blinked and finally regained her composure from her devilish state, and led a group of people to Flourish and Blotts again.

Flourish and Blotts seems to have been bothered by tourists recently. The promotion at the door has changed from novelists to a list of books at Hogwarts that has remained largely unchanged for decades.

There are grades one to seven, and the space inside the store has been expanded again using the space expansion spell.

Noticing the obvious difference in volume between the inside and outside, some elderly people who were coming into contact with the wizarding world for the first time but had accumulated enough knowledge in the field of Muggle technology had a gleam of surprise in their eyes.

There are indeed a lot of good things in the wizarding world.

This thing can be very useful in expanding the internal space of aerospace vehicles or ships and submarines.

The size of some things is really just a result of money, and nothing can be wasted.

Dumbledore's gaze lingered for a moment on the job advertisement for the expanded summer job recruitment on the side.

【Flourish and Blotts

Urgent recruitment of summer workers.

Those willing to work long term will be given priority.

The main tasks are: moving books; organizing the warehouse and replenishing stocks in time; entertaining guests; and cashiering at the front desk.

Working hours: 9:00-18:00

Daily wage: 4 Galleons.

Requirements: Proficiency in the Flying Spell, Summoning Spell, Shrinking Spell, Cleansing Spell, and Repairing Spell. Silent casting is preferred. Total magic power must be over 200.

Store benefits: You can borrow books to read at home in your free time and after get off work. 】

The daily wage of 4 Galleons is even comparable to that of ordinary Ministry of Magic jobs.

But the requirements are also high.

Now that character attributes can be quantified in the game world, recruitment in many places has added specific requirements for the positions.

The requirement for the total amount of magic power alone is even higher than that of some Aurors in the past.

There were many Hogwarts seniors working part-time in the store, all of them were skilled in using the Flying Charm and the Summoning Charm to fetch the books requested by the customers.

That kind of attitude of coming when you wave your hand looks quite handsome.

Anyone who has studied at Hogwarts will greet the old headmaster Dumbledore when they see him.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, signaling the temporary workers to ignore him and continue working.

The old principal just sighed slightly in his heart. Looking at the particularly magical scene in the bookstore, he always doubted that he was out of touch with this world.

In the past, you know, it wasn't like this.

Even if they are wizards, they would never rely on magic for everything like this.

After all, the magic power cannot keep up with the consumption and cannot sustain such frequent use of magic.

In the past, Blooming and Blotts Bookstore hired some temporary employees, and there were no special requirements. As long as they had a good brain and could remember where the books were, it would be fine.

The shop assistants all hold the books normally with their hands.

I haven't been out shopping for a long time recently, so these new and novel scenes really surprised the old man.

In the corner on the further right there was a table occupied by people who were also senior students at Hogwarts and worked as temporary workers at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, collecting and appraising old books.