"Is this... Spooky Wood?" Looking at the wooden board that Dracula took out, Ollivander showed a surprised expression on his face, "This is one of the most suitable materials for necromancy and black magic in records!"
Then he scratched his chin again and asked in confusion, "But as far as I know, this kind of wood seems to have been extinct for many years..."
Ollivander stared at the hexagonal wooden board in Dracula's hand, pondering this hexagonal shape that was just the size of a person, and his eyes gradually widened.
"You didn't lift the lid of someone else's coffin, did you?!"
Dracula's face darkened.
"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me whether you will do it or not!"
"Of course I will!" Ollivander said excitedly, "How can I miss such a rare material!"
"What kind of core do you want, dragon heartstring or phoenix feather? Forget about unicorn tail hair, it doesn't suit you..."
When it comes to the topic of wand making, Ollivander immediately becomes talkative.
Dracula raised his hand and interrupted his chatter.
"I'm not interested in these three types of wand cores. Do you have any other options?"
"I can say responsibly that after decades of testing, I have come to the conclusion that the three types of wand cores, unicorn tail hair, dragon heartstring and phoenix feather, are the most stable among all wand cores!" Ollivander said confidently. "So I never use materials other than these three to make wand cores!"
Hearing this, Dracula raised the corner of his mouth with interest.
"Is it not possible to pay more?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm a man of principles. I think you've got the wrong person." Ollivander was unmoved.
"Principles can change, can't they?"
Dracula said softly, pinching the pinky finger of his right hand.
With a "click" sound, the little finger of the right hand broke and was then pulled off.
A dark and cold flame flashed across, and only the slender white finger bones were left on the little finger, as smooth as jade...
Ollivander's eyes widened as he watched Dracula with an indifferent expression as he handed over the finger bone indifferently, like a bystander.
The little finger on his right hand grew back at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye it became intact, pale and slender again.
"You... you are..." He looked at Dracula's deep wine-red eyes and long silver hair, revealing a look of understanding.
"Watch your mouth." Dracula's eyes were dangerous.
"No, no, no, I was trying to follow up on what I said before..." Ollivander immediately changed his words and said with a flattering smile, "What I meant is that you are really good at judging people!"
As he spoke, he enthusiastically took Dracula's coffin and little finger bone.
"The wand is made of spooky wood and has a core made of the bones of a powerful magical creature. What a perfect combination!" Ollivander exclaimed. "Don't worry, a wand made by Ollivander will never let you down!"
Just then, a series of ding-dong bells rang.
This means that there are new customers coming to Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Upon seeing this, Ollivander immediately stopped smiling and once again showed an unfathomable expression.
Dracula looked towards the door of the shop curiously and saw two figures, one big and one small, hesitantly walking into the narrow space.
The difference in size between the big and the small is extremely exaggerated—
The smaller one was a boy, short and thin, giving people a feeling of stunted development; and the larger one looked like two strong men stacked together both horizontally and vertically, and almost squeezed through the door frame of Ollivander when entering such a small shop.
"Good afternoon," said Ollivander softly. "Yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, that's all. Your eyes ..."
"Hey, aren't you the kid who was surrounded by a group of people before?" Dracula looked curiously at the thin boy wearing round-frame glasses, interrupting Ollivander's emotions that had just been brewing.
"Don't you know me?" The boy was a little surprised.
"Should I know you?" Dracula asked amusedly.
Before the boy could say anything, the super big guy next to him said in shock: "What? You don't know Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived?!"
His voice was so loud that it shook the wand boxes stacked almost to the ceiling in Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Dracula glanced at the dust flying in the shop with disdain, and moved his sleeves slightly, creating a breeze that blew the dust out of the shop.
Then he walked up to the boy and looked with interest at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead that was mostly covered by his hair.
"So you are the savior Harry Potter? I can't tell from your appearance." Dracula looked at the boy's thin body and tattered clothes, and was amazed.
"If nothing unexpected happens, I should be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after you enter the school. You can call me Professor Dracula." The dedicated vampire professor immediately put on the role of professor and said to the first student he met.
"Then we will have plenty of time to study how you defeated Voldemort."
Hearing Dracula calling Voldemort without hesitation, the big guy and Ollivander shuddered involuntarily.
The difference was little Harry. He looked up at the tall and handsome silver-haired man in front of him and even felt a little moved.
In just one day since he came to the wizarding world from the Muggle world, he heard too many wizards mention "the mysterious man" in front of him.
It’s like everyone knows that Harry defeated the “mysterious man”, but they don’t know that man’s name is actually Voldemort.
At this moment, the image of Dracula suddenly rose in little Harry's mind.
But at this time he still had a question.
"Professor, but just now at the Leaky Cauldron, there was a Professor Quirrell who also said he would be my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Harry asked, "Are there two professors in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
Hearing this, Dracula's face darkened.
"Oh? Someone is taking my position?" He sneered, and the air in the store became several degrees colder.
“No one can take this kind of interesting work away from me.”
As he said this, he waved to Ollivander and Harry and walked straight towards the Leaky Cauldron.
The three people in Ollivander's Wand Shop watched Dracula leave tremblingly, and only felt relieved when he was completely far away.
"Where did Dumbledore find such a terrible professor..." Hagrid rubbed his stiff face and muttered.
At this moment, Ollivander, relieved, picked up the words he had not finished before, and said to the savior boy in a mysterious way:
"I know I'll be seeing you soon, Harry Potter, that's all. You have the same eyes as your mother. It seems like only yesterday that she came here to buy her first wand..."
But at this moment, Harry had completely lost interest in his words, his mind full of longing for the future Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Compared to the stuttering Professor Quirrell with a strange turban, the powerful and handsome Professor Dracula is indeed more reliable!" Harry thought.
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