Chapter 57: The Ollivander family's origins

"Dad, how do you know so much?"

"That's, of course, because your grandfather and Ollivander knew each other very well!

Lazy boy!

If you read the Foley Family History that I put on your bookshelf, I think you should know this kind of thing."

Braun was embarrassed, taking a sip of milk to hide his embarrassment. He can't be blamed for this, who made that family history so thick? Basically, it writes about the life experiences of each generation of family members. The boring content made him too lazy to even turn it.

Seeing his son's reaction, Mr. Foley also understood that it was because the book was too thick.

He sighed:

"Well, since it's about Ollivander today, let's talk about the origin of our family and the Ollivander family. Do you know where our family originated from?"

Braun flipped through a few pages of his family history.

Without hesitation, he said:

"Our Foley family's origin can be traced back to the Mediterranean.

Our ancestors came to England with the Romans and began to set up stalls here to sell homemade potions to native Englishmen."

Mr. Foley nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right. Our ancestors started out as just crappy potions masters. But even so, they had superb potions skills that surpassed those of the native English. The Ollivander family is similar to us. Just like how we started out with the potions, the Ollivanders started out with selling wands to the Englishmen."

Braun muttered:

"Ollivander, the 'man with the olive wood wand'? Olive wood is also produced in the Mediterranean region. So did their family also come to England with the Romans?"

"That's right, the one with the olive wood wand. It seems that you are not so stupid.

And make sure that the botanical illustrated book is also fully memorized.

Their ancestors also migrated to England from Mediterranean countries, and here they set up stalls (which later developed into shops), Selling wands to British wizards who at the time could only use poorly crafted wands. And that place where they settled is now Diagon Alley. The stalls of our ancestors were also there. It's just that we don't operate directly now."

Speaking of this, Mr. Foley couldn't help but sigh again:

"It's a pity."

"What a pity, Dad?"

Braun said with doubt.

Mr. Foley saw his silly son's gaze and flicked him on the forehead:

"Eat your food; Its something for the adults and as a child don't ask more!"

Braun was caught off guard. He couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. It's obviously what you started to tell me, and don't swallow it halfway!

All i did was ask you and you even flicked me!

With grievances, Braun finished his breakfast.

He then decided to vent his emotions on the refining of potions. He has to say that he can't wait at this moment. Just as Braun prepares to start the day's experiments, Hermione, far away in the City of London, has not woken up yet.

"Bang! Bang!"

Regular knocks from the window woke Hermione on the bed.

She rubbed her messy hair.

Hermione set her sights on the window.

She saw a huge gray-black owl staring at her.

It signaled her to quickly open the window so as not to freeze Uncle Cam.

At this moment, Hermione was shocked:

"Oh! My God! Is what Braun said true?

It turns out that there is really magic! Owls really deliver letters!"

Last night because of Braun's words, she tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.

He mind was filled with both skepticism and anticipation.

Until, she actually saw it.

"Bang! Bang!"

Look at the sluggish wizard cub in front of him, Cam tapped on the window again with a slight dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Hermione also saw the owl's dissatisfaction.

She quickly helped it open the window.

"Coo!"

Cam first shook the snow on its body.

Then extended its leg towards Hermione.

Hermione stretched out her hand a little nervously.

After discovering that the owl did not attack her, she felt relieved.

"Mr. Owl, I'm going to take off your package, don't bite me!"

Hermione said cautiously.

Cam looked at the wizard cub in front of him with disdain. Then turned his back to her.

Hermione removed the package from Cam's body.

Then unfolded the letter with some excitement.

The letter and the package were not wet due to the snow because it was protected by magic.

She saw that the envelope that said:

"Collected by Miss Hermione Granger from the second-floor bedroom of Granger's house, 16 Kings Avenue, City of London."

"Oh my God! It's amazing!"

Hermione was amazed by the recipient's address on the envelope.

She was also afraid that because she didn't tell Braun's address, the owl would not find it then.

She didn't expect it to not only find it but also know her address accurately.

She then tore open the envelope.

Hermione then began to read:

"Hello dear Hermione.

Literally, as you can see, magic exists.

And you may also receive a similar letter in June of this year.

Join me on the train to Hogwarts to learn magic.

In order to give you a better understanding of the wizarding world, I have prepared a book for you as a Christmas present that I hope you will enjoy.

If you have any questions.

You can write and ask Cam (that beautiful big owl) to bring it back, and I will get back to you as soon as I see it.

And please prepare some nuts and bacon for him.

He loves to eat those.

Finally, I wish you a nice Christmas.

Dear Braun Foley."

"Oh my God! Braun is so caring!

A book to learn about the wizarding world?

It's so much to my liking."

Putting down the letter, Hermione began to unpack the package with some excitement.

A book with a black cover and gold font was revealed before her eyes.

"'History of wizards'? I feel like this book is so thick."

He didn't wait for Hermione to take a closer look.

The owl began to bark again:

"Coo! Coocoo!"

"Are you hungry?"

"Coo!"

"Wait, I'll go get you food."

With that, she tiptoed downstairs in her pajamas.

"Hermione? What are you going to do, my dear?"

A gentle female voice asked with some doubt.

"Well, Mom, I'm a little hungry and want to eat something. Do you still have nuts and bacon at home?"

"Of course, there were quite a few nut cakes and bacon sandwiches left over yesterday. But..."

"Yes, yes, I know, brush my teeth before eating."