3 Invitation from maternal aunt

Jon followed his mother into the wand shop. Inside the shop, a mother and daughter were leaving, clearly having chosen wands for enrollment as well. Mrs. Smith and the witch mother nodded at each other, even though they didn't know each other.

The young witch receptionist led Mrs. Smith to a bench on one side of the shop to wait, and then she took Jon to a space behind the hall, separated by a curtain.

The renowned wandmaker, Mr. Ollivander, was standing on a ladder, arranging wands. The witch attendant whispered to Jon to wait and then left.

Jon quietly watched the slender Mr. Ollivander floating up and down the ladder. He looked at the "walls" made of narrow cardboard boxes and suddenly recalled a line from the original text.

He softly recited, "The dust and silence here seem to conceal mysterious magic."

That's it! Jon wondered how such a direct yet elegant description came to him, but it didn't stop him from remembering the description from the book.

"Oh, an interesting choice of words," Mr. Ollivander said, appearing beside Jon without Jon noticing he had come down from the ladder. "Good afternoon."

"Oh, hello, you must be Mr. Ollivander," Jon said nervously.

"Oh, yes, yes, no need to be nervous," Mr. Ollivander said, "I knew I would meet you soon, Jon Smith, no problem. Your eyes look almost the same as your mother's. It seems like yesterday when she came here to buy her first wand..."

Familiar lines.

Jon seriously doubted that Mr. Ollivander said the same thing to every wizard who came to buy a wand, but he wasn't foolish enough to expose it. He just smiled in response.

"Well, Mr. Smith, come on, let me have a look," Mr. Ollivander coughed twice and picked up a wand from the workbench. "Which hand do you favor?"

"Oh, I'm right-handed," Jon replied, raising his hand for Mr. Ollivander to measure. From shoulder to fingertip, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally head circumference. The complex process made Jon even suspect that Mr. Ollivander wanted to make a wax figure for him.

"Mr. Smith, try this one. It's made of cherry wood and unicorn tail hair, thirteen inches long."

After the measurements were done, Mr. Ollivander gestured, and a box from the ceiling flew into his hand. He took out a wand from it.

Jon took the slender wand and waved it, but as expected, nothing happened.

That's normal. A wizard's wand is never chosen instantly. Jon just wondered if this was Mr. Ollivander's marketing technique.

"Oh, maybe you can try this one. Made of willow wood, with a dragon's sinew core, eleven inches long."

Jon cooperated and helped Mr. Ollivander select wands. After all, he knew nothing about wands and had no other way.

"I like discerning customers, but it's okay, I can always find one. Oh, try this one."

Mr. Ollivander lightly raised his hand, and a box flew from the edge of the wand wall. He took out a wand from it and handed it to Jon. "Vine wood, unicorn feather, nine and three-quarter inches, quite flexible with good elasticity."

Jon took the wand and gave it a light flick. The tip of the wand burst into golden sparks, like fireworks.

"This is it, perfect," Jon said.

Mr. Ollivander happily wrapped the wand in silk and placed it in a wooden box. He smiled and said to Jon, "A marvelous combination indeed. You must be a young wizard with extraordinary ambitions and vision. I wish you a pleasant study life at Hogwarts."

"Thank you for your appreciation," Jon replied, accepting the wooden box.

At the same time, the sound of his mother's high-heeled shoes on the stone floor echoed in his ears. As the curtain was lifted, Mr. Ollivander's voice was also heard.

"The price is six Galleons. Thank you for your patronage."

...

After leaving Ollivanders Wand Shop, they went to the clothing store to pick up robes and chose a silver-gray owl. The trip to Diagon Alley was now complete.

The wand shop took up most of their time, so when the mother and son returned home, it was already noon.

Jon put his belongings in his room and came downstairs again, only to see two unfamiliar owls standing in the living room.

"Is there something new?" Jon approached and opened one of the packages, finding two books inside: "A Guide to Magical Theory" and "Dark Forces: A Self-Defense Guide." They were the two books that Mrs. Smith had missed when ordering.

The other owl brought a letter addressed to Jon's sister, Lin Smith. Following the principle of no privacy between mother and child, Jon opened the letter.

"Dear Sister,

I heard that my lovely nephew has received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Mother and I are very happy. Today is the weekend, I don't know if your family can come to the manor for dinner before dinner? Mother and I miss our little wizard.

P.S. To my lovely nephew Jon, take care.

Yours affectionately, Mae Yang"

It was a family letter, and Jon had a good impression of his aunt, who had gone through an unfortunate marriage but remained kind and gentle. He was familiar with the grandmother's manor mentioned in the letter.

After all, he had lived there for a year when he was a child. His grandmother, Caroline Yang, was a quite benevolent old witch who looked remarkably like his grandmother in the past.

Perhaps all old people in the world looked similar. Jon shouted a couple of times and briefly told Mrs. Smith about the contents of the letter. He received his mother's instructions to call his father about the matter.

Love Smith seemed excited about going to his mother-in-law's house. He readily agreed and promised to come home early, then hung up the phone.

Jon hung up the phone and turned around to see his mother, who was standing on the stairs, waving her wand to send books and cauldrons into his room. These items took up quite a bit of space, and Jon's room quickly turned into a "low wall."

Of course, his vine wood wand was tucked inside the sleeve of his shirt, separate from the study supplies.

This was the most important step in his exploration of the magical world, and he couldn't mix it with those things.

"Don't you want to change into robes? We're going to your grandmother's house later," his mother suggested.

Jon declined his mother's suggestion with a shake of his head, saying that his current outfit was fine. He didn't find wizard robes particularly convenient. The loose robes could hold more things, but they also limited flexibility to some extent. At least in his own home, Jon preferred casual attire.