The two goblins bowed to them and led them into a tall marble hall. About a hundred goblins sat on high stools behind a long counter, some weighing coins on brass scales, others inspecting gemstones through loupes while hastily jotting down entries in large ledgers.
Ye Ting stepped up to the counter and pulled out a stack of British pounds from his pocket. "Hello, I need to exchange these British pounds for Galleons."
An elderly goblin stepped forward, took the pounds, and said, "The exchange rate for British pounds to Galleons is five to one. Are you sure you want to convert all 200 pounds?"
"Yes," Ye Ting nodded. "And convert one Galleon into Sickles."
"One Galleon equals seventeen Sickles." explained the old goblin. After a while, a younger goblin handed Ye Ting a heavy bag.
Next, Dumbledore began shopping with Ye Ting.
"First, you need a wand," he said. "And wands made by Ollivander are the best."
The shop was small and dilapidated, with a peeling gold sign above the door that read: Ollivander – Maker of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Inside the dusty window, a single wand lay isolated on a faded purple cushion.
"How are you, Ollivander, my old friend?" As soon as they entered, Dumbledore greeted him warmly. A withered old man emerged from a corner and warmly embraced Dumbledore.
"Hello, old friend," he said in a soft tone, speaking archaic English. "What brings you to my shop?"
"Oh, I'm picking up a student from the Muggles, from the Wool's Orphanage, you know it," Dumbledore winked and introduced, "This is him, Mr. Ye. Although he's Muggle-born, he's already proficient in controlling his magic."
"Hmm... no wonder," Ollivander stepped closer, staring at Ye Ting with piercing eyes and pulling out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket. "Alright, Mr. Ye, come here. Let me see."
"Which arm do you use for your wand?" he asked.
Ye Ting said, "I'm used to using my right hand."
"Raise your arm, good!" He began measuring Ye Ting, starting from his shoulder to his fingertips. As he measured, Ollivander said, "Every Ollivander wand contains a powerful magical substance, which is its essence, Mr. Ye. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feather, and dragon nerve. Every Ollivander wand is unique because no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are alike. Of course, if you use a wand that belongs to another wizard, it will never work as well for you."
Ollivander chatted incessantly as he weaved through the shelves and climbed up and down ladders, leaving the tape measure to automatically measure Ye Ting. Although his rambling was hypnotic, Ye Ting remained alert and listened carefully. Although he had some understanding from the original book, he was still curious about everything in the magical world.
"Alright," said Ollivander as the tape measure fell to the ground and coiled up. "So, Mr. Ye, try this one. Made of phoenix feather core and Chinese parasol wood. Twelve and a half inches long. Give it a wave."
Ye Ting took the wand and felt something was wrong as soon as he waved it. Indeed, the next moment, a golden-red flame erupted from the wand's tip, igniting the nearby cabinet in an instant. Ye Ting even felt like he was almost summoning a live phoenix.
"Aguamenti." Dumbledore quickly waved his wand, and a stream of clear water emerged from its tip, immediately extinguishing the flames.
"This wand doesn't suit you," Ollivander shook his head and pulled out another one. "Made of beech wood and snake nerve, nine inches long. Try this one."
This time, the accident was a cloud of black smoke. The covered cabinets and boxes were quickly corroded with ugly holes, as if splashed with acid, and it took some effort to restore them.
Next, Ollivander let Ye Ting try one wand after another. It seemed the more experiments they conducted, the happier he was. However, accidents happened again and again. Ollivander and Dumbledore were now prepared, always holding their wands to prevent sudden flames, frost, or explosions from causing irreparable consequences.
Thanks to the dirty windows of Ollivander's shop, passersby outside didn't notice anything.
Finally, before the wand boxes overwhelmed Ye Ting, Ollivander finally stopped the fruitless experiments.
"Oh, what a picky customer," he sighed. "Is that place under some spell? This child's magic is even stronger than his."
"Mr. Ollivander, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Ye Ting knew "he" referred to Voldemort, but he still pretended to be oblivious.
Ollivander dryly changed the subject. "No, nothing. You'll find out later. Let's get back to the topic of wands."
"This is the wand I think is most suitable for you." he stumbled and pulled out an elegant purple wand from a large box, handing it to Ye Ting.
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