【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

The temperature of other people's palms seemed particularly hot, and Wei Shengling felt that the temperature of his ears and face was a little too high.

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold, the grass and trees are shaking and the dew turns to frost.

The coolness falls on your face, physical cooling!

Wei Shengling breathed a sigh of relief. She pretended nothing had happened and continued to follow Professor McGonagall. However, the hand that was holding Sherlock's hand, along with her entire arm, felt a little stiff.

When he stepped into Madam Malkin's robe shop, Wei Sheng Ling saw Sherlock's red ears in the interweaving of light and shadow, and was stunned for a moment.

Oh... I'm not the only one feeling uncomfortable. That's okay.

His stiff arms relaxed, and Wei Shengling smiled faintly, "Good morning, we need three sets of school uniforms."

Indeed, everything needs comparison.

After measuring the body data, it would take some time to make clothes, so they split up into several groups. Sherlock went to buy cauldrons, crystal vials and other things needed for potions class, Wei Shengling went to buy books, Watson went to buy stationery and a telescope, and then everyone gathered to choose pets. After this process, their clothes were almost ready, and they could go buy the most important thing for a wizard - the wand.

Professor McGonagall looked at the three people's neat and efficient division of labor in amazement. Perhaps because they were separated from their parents, the three children were very independent and had strong execution abilities.

And aren't the boy named Sherlock and Suki a couple? The student couples she had seen usually acted together in a sticky way -

The three of them had no idea what Professor McGonagall was thinking.

Of course, efficiency comes first!

After the three of them bought everything they needed, they gathered at Ella Owl Shop.

"buy what?"

"Owl it."

"Then buy this. It will be convenient for delivering letters, newspapers and express deliveries." Sherlock made the decision. Professor McGonagall hesitated to speak and finally said nothing. All this was hidden under her serious appearance, but Sherlock could feel her micro-expressions and movements.

"There's not much to choose from here. Owls, cats, and toads," Wei Shengling pushed open the door of the shop. "Toads stay away. John and I already have cats. We can't expect cats to raise cats. Owls are more practical."

Watson nodded. "It's hard to disagree. Let's do something practical."

The staff at the Owl Shop were also surprised. Aren't children nowadays pursuing being handsome, good-looking, and unique? These three children's ideas were different from those of ordinary people.

The three of them didn't care about what others thought. They just took a quick look and decided on the owl they wanted to choose. After choosing, they paid, took the cage and left. The process was quick and hassle-free.

"Professor McGonagall, we should go back to Madam Malkin's robe shop." Watson turned around and Professor McGonagall nodded. "You three children are very organized. This is a good thing."

They will definitely grow up to be excellent wizards.

Go back to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop to get the clothes, thank Madam Malkin, then turn around and leave.

Madam Malkin was about to say something:...

"Oh, well, little wizards are always so impetuous and curious about everything." She shrugged. A new little wizard pushed the door open and she smiled. "Dear, you are here to order your school uniform too, right?"

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The last time I set foot here was different from this time. Last time Sherlock came to discuss, and this time he came to choose a wand.

Sherlock was also a little excited to be able to officially come into contact with this mysterious power. Ollivander first asked about Professor McGonagall's wand as usual, then looked at the three children and said, "There are new little wizards here. Let me see which wand is more suitable for you... Who will go first?"

"Me." Watson planned to try first. After answering his dominant hand, Ollivander took a tape measure to measure Watson's arm length, shoulder height from the ground and other data, and then took out a few boxes from a pile of boxes and said, "Let's see if there is anything suitable for you here. Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard who chooses the wand."

"You may be a brave boy. Ash, blackthorn, English oak, etc. are all suitable. It's really hard to choose. Come forward and try these wands."

Wei Shengling pulled Sherlock back.

"Ash wood, unicorn hair, nine and a quarter inches... this won't work," Ollivander took a step back to avoid the flames. Watson subconsciously moved his wand away from others. Ollivander's eyes lit up. "Quick reaction, good at protection, blackthorn wood might be more suitable?"

A huge ball of water directly soaked Ollivander's hair.

"Uh, I'm sorry—"

"It's okay, this is all normal. It seems this doesn't work either," Ollivander fell into his own world. Watson tried the wands one by one. Wei Shengling yawned. Sherlock tilted his head and asked her, "Are you sleepy?"

"boring."

"You can go sit in Florin's Ice Cream Shop for a while. It will take some time to choose a wand." Professor McGonagall suggested. The two shook their heads. "Let's wait a little longer."

At this moment, brilliant lights lit up in the room and turned into countless colorful fragments, blooming like fireworks.

"That's it! A wand that suits you - red oak. The owners of this kind of wand are quick to react and good at dueling. They are gentle, alert, and highly adaptable. It also has unicorn hair. It's thirteen inches and relatively soft. Not bad. Who's next?"

Watson wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered quietly, "This process is too long." It was even longer than when Harry Potter chose his wand in the novel.

"You have a passion for certain things," Ollivander saw at a glance. "Hornbeam should be a good choice."

Having said that, he still measured a bunch of data first.

A small firework burst out from the tip of Sherlock's wand. Ollivander shook his head and said, "It's suitable, but not that suitable. Let's try something else..."

Sherlock's wand was finally determined to be made of cedar wood, dragon nerve, twelve and a quarter inches, and not easy to bend. Cedar wood likes to find a master with keen observation and strong insight. The owner of this kind of wand is also strong and loyal.

"No one can deceive the owner of a cedar wand," Ollivander nodded, his eyes falling on Wei Shengling, "It's your turn."

As Wei Shengling stepped forward, Sherlock and Watson took a few steps back. Professor McGonagall remained calm, obviously very familiar with the process. She even comforted them, "Mr. Holmes took much faster to choose a wand than Mr. Watson. Miss Wei Sheng shouldn't take too long either."

"Strange, really strange," said Ollivander, "I have a hunch." He measured the data as he spoke, and finally pulled out a box.

"How about trying this?" he said. "Yew wand, also with a core made of phoenix feathers—"

"Mr. Ollivander," frowned Professor McGonagall, "would a wand like this be --"

"The core of the wand is not from the same phoenix as the Dark Lord's," Ollivander replied. "Professor McGonagall, you forget that the wand chooses the wizard, not the wizard chooses the wand."

Yew wood, the material of the wand used by the characters who caused bloody storms. Yes, I'm talking about you, Voldemort. The owners of yew wands usually have great power. Then there is the phoenix tail feather core, eleven and three-quarters inches.

"It fits very well." Ollivander looked at the starlight waving from the tip of the wand and muttered, "It is the same as that wand, but different."

In 1971, Voldemort was at the height of his power, and in 1980, he would receive the prophecy.

what is this?

Wei Sheng Ling looked at the wand in his hand.

Did it mean that Voldemort would be like that Ukrainian iron-bellied beast and would do the same to her over and over again?