Ollivander came back pushing a metal shopping cart. There were three thick oil paper bags, a stack of large and small square thick cardboard boxes, and a wooden food box on top of it.
Entering the store, Ollivander immediately greeted customers enthusiastically when he saw there were customers.
"Look who this is." Ollivander smiled at the man in a decent gentleman's attire: "Mr. Palmston, apple wood, unicorn tail feathers. How is it? Is the wand as good as it used to be?" Do you have a shot?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Palmston took off his gentleman's hat and saluted Ollivander in a gentlemanly manner, while laughing softly: "It's not a compliment, I think Ollivander Mister Vander is probably the best in the wizarding world at helping people choose wands."
"Hahaha, I dare not admit it."
Ollivander was obviously very happy. This was the first time Cowen saw Ollivander laughing from the bottom of his heart.
"Oh, and Mrs. Palmston." Ollivander turned to the lady, and said with the same smile: "Cedar wood, unicorn tail feathers. I haven't seen you for so long. It seems that your wand is fine. "
"Yes." Mrs. Palmston made a noble salute: "I still remember, when I got the wand from you, you taught me about the maintenance of the wand."
"Should be, should be haha." Ollivander smiled and waved his hands, then looked at the children of the family of three.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." The child reluctantly put away the look of expectation and joy on his face, and gave a noble salute in an orderly manner: "I hope to get a wand that suits me best from you."
"Of course! Of course!" Ollivander nodded frequently and said with a gentle smile, "I will definitely choose the most suitable one for you."
After speaking, Ollivander said to the couple again: "Later, I will make arrangements for the child."
"This is the one in the newspaper..." Mr. Palmston looked at Cowen with a deliberate tone.
"That's right, but newspapers always exaggerate." Ollivander responded, and then greeted Cowen: "Come on, kid, and meet Mr. Palmston."
"Oh!" Ke Wen finally stopped pretending to be transparent, and quickly stood up straight with a somewhat reserved expression, then slightly bowed and said, "Hi Mr. Palmston, Mrs. Palmston, I am Ke Wen. Wen, Cowen Quinn."
"Hello, Mr. Quinn." The Palmerstons responded softly in unison.
"Hello." Little Palmston interrupted suddenly, staring at Cowen curiously and asked, "Are you also a freshman this year?"
"I..." Ke Wen knew that he should play dumb at this time, so he made an expression that he didn't know how to answer.
"Yes."
Sure enough, seeing this, Ollivander took over the question: "Kewen is also a freshman this year, maybe you will be together in the same college for seven years in the future."
Palmston Jr. nodded excitedly when he heard the words, and looked at Ke Wen with anticipation in his eyes: "Great, just call me James from now on, but can I call you Ke Wen?"
"Of course! Of course!" Ke Wen still nodded cautiously, but his eyes deliberately revealed a look of anticipation that could not be concealed.
"Okay everyone, let me choose a wand for Mr. Palmston." Ollivander interjected, and then looked at Cowen: "You can't help here for the time being, so you go to eat some something."
Ollivander raised his hand, took down the wooden food box on the top of the shopping cart, handed it to Ke Wen, and pointed to the innermost part of the store: "Go along the corridor to the innermost part, the restaurant is behind the black door, you can eat something first thing."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Ollivander." Ke Wen took the food box graciously, turned around and walked into the shop.
However, he stopped after taking two steps, turned around and said cautiously to the family of three: "Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"What a polite child." Mrs. Palmston said softly, "Go ahead and leave us alone. I hope you can get along well with our little James when you are in the academy."
"I will." Cowen responded, looked at Little James again, pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, and then walked quickly to the restaurant...
Ignoring the situation in the store, Ke Wen quickly walked to the innermost part of the wand store, opened the door and entered the restaurant.
After glancing at the general layout of the restaurant, Ke Wen closed the door, quickly came to the dining table, pulled out the high chair and sat on it.
He was really hungry. He felt very hungry when he woke up from the hospital, but it was not convenient for him to bring it up. Fortunately, he responded reflexively with a "cultural word" before, which finally reminded Ollivander. .
Without further ado, Ke Wen opened the food box and took out two sandwiches, one piece of French fries, one piece of fried fish, and one piece of apple.
"So little..." Ke Wen whispered, "It's all junk food..."
Looking at the British staple food in front of him, Ke Wen really had a headache, and felt a little sorry for his status as a big foodie empire.
You know, his big foodie empire back then even aliens wanted to taste it...
No way, let's eat.
Grabbing the sandwich, Ke Wen took a bite and chewed twice, a sour and greasy taste erupted, making Ke Wen's expression a little distorted.
Looking left and right, Ke Wen jumped off the dining chair, walked quickly to the sink, picked up a cup to take a large glass of cold water, and gulped down the food in his mouth to his stomach.
He breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at the food on the table, sighed helplessly, and filled a large glass of water again.
Back at the dining table, Ke Wen had a sacrificed expression on his face. After making some preparations, he picked up the sandwich and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times before swallowing it.
In less than two minutes, Ke Wen ate up all the food except apples, as if swallowing dates whole. Then he raised the cup and flushed all the food accumulated in the esophagus into the stomach with cold water.
"Huh..." After taking a long breath, Ke Wen muttered after putting down the water glass: "It's really killing me..."
Jumping off the high chair, Ke Wen stood on the ground, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes slightly.
There was an inaudible "gurgling" sound, and Kewen's stomach, which was slightly raised by water and food, gradually shrank back.
Opening his eyes, Ke Wen controlled the peristalsis of his stomach and let out a 'burp'.
He fanned the air with his hands, then moved to his nose to smell it, and then nodded in satisfaction.
"There is no strange smell, and you don't have to worry about getting nauseous after hiccupping." Ke Wen whispered softly: "Fortunately, the exercises that Dad got back are reliable."
Sit back on the chair again, pick up the only remaining apple, and slowly enjoy it with a 'click'...
(end of this chapter)