Meeting Weasley In Diagon Alley

"It seems to be a little scary.

"This is my youngest son, Ron, and you should be entering Hogwarts this year, judging by your age. Where are your parents? Why didn't you see them?" Molly Weasley introduced Braun to Ron, who was hiding behind her.

"Do you want to go shopping with us?"

At this moment, Cassatt also came out of the fireplace. After seeing Braun, he hurried over to meet him.

"I'm Braun! Braun Rowle. Excuse me, ma'am, my servant has arrived. So, go ahead!"

After that, he took Cassatt and left here.

"Molly, you came too fast!" Mr. Weasley also came out of the common fireplace at this time. He complained to Molly. Seeing that they were all staring at the back of a boy, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Father, we just met a person of the same age who is going to school with me, but he was not very friendly and rejected my mother's invitation," Ron said with some dissatisfaction. His poor family background made him sensitive to everything around him, making him a little too low in self-esteem.

Molly Weasley didn't take Braun's rejection to heart. Instead, she frowned and looked at her husband.

"Rowle? The kid is called Braun Rowle. Is he a child of the Rowle family?"

"Braun Rowle?" Mr. Weasley was also taken aback for a moment. Then there was some pity on his face.

"Yes, his parents are the attending doctors in the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital. They were attacked by a werewolf earlier, and only this child survived. He also killed two werewolves. Yesterday, Uncle Thorfinn Rowle, the director of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, was very excited. They specially invited their entire department to dinner."

He didn't get along well with the other side, but this news is still known.

"Killed two werewolves?" Not only Ron, but George Weasley and Fred Weasley also exclaimed. The werewolf has always been a symbol of terror in the wizarding world. The opponent's magic resistance is very strong; in short, it is a very difficult creature for the opponent.

Can the other party kill two werewolves before entering school? This is simply a fantasy!

"Don't look at me with that surprised expression. I also know it sounds scary," Mr. Weasley shrugged.

"However, this matter was verified by the Aurors. The child controlled one of them with soul magic and then killed the other two with the venom of the acromantula. He showed off more than once during Uncle's treat yesterday. My ears can almost hear calluses!"

Even though he complained like this, he was shocked that Braun could have such deep strength. No wonder Thorfinn called their family geniuses. This explanation made the three of them breathe a sigh of relief. They thought they were defeated by magic. But it turned out to be poisoning. But it's also pretty remarkable. At least they absolutely can't.

"What a poor child..." Molly Weasley looked at Braun with sympathy. She ignored Braun's strength like everyone else. Instead, they focus on the loss of his parents.

Alone, Mr. Weasley followed suit with a sigh.

"Although his parents are biased towards pure blood, they are very good people. It is often to help those wizards who look down on illness. Well, let's go shopping too. Ron needs a few books, a cauldron, and dragonhide gloves. So do Fred and George."

Tidying up the mood, the Weasleys confirmed what they wanted to buy separately. After splitting up, they all left.

And Braun is over there and has also come to the wand shop.

This is a small wand shop. It looks a bit dilapidated, but the location is the best in Diagon Alley. In the floor-to-ceiling windows of the storefront, a simple-looking magic wand was placed alone on a somewhat faded purple cushion. On the wooden signboard, the gold paint of the cursive characters is slightly peeling off. But this does not give a sense of dilapidation; it gives people a kind of precipitation of years and history.

'Ollivander's Wand Shop: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC.'

Taking a deep breath, Braun pushed open the wooden door. Accompanied by the ringing of the doorbell, an old man with round eyes and white hair, looking a little unkempt, turned around.

"A child of the Rowle family, with a hooked nose in the same line."

Braun hadn't spoken yet, but the old man had already recognized him.

"I've heard about your parents; they were a great couple. I knew it from the fact that their wands were cypress. My ancestor, the great medieval wandmaker Geraint Ollivander, once said: He was always honored when he found an owner for his cypress wand, knowing that the wizard before him would die a hero."

Ollivander whispered like a chant.

"Thanks!" Braun nodded silently.

"Well, boy, you still have a long time in your life. Death is nothing but a new journey for wizards. Start choosing your partner on the magic road here now." Ollivander patted Braun on the shoulder affectionately.

"Which hand do you use?"

"Mr. Right Hand!" Hearing the old man's inquiry, Braun replied.

Then, I saw a soft ruler flying out from under the old man's table. It started measuring around Braun's body, including the width of his palm. It took almost half an hour to complete.