The Wolf is Coming Ch. 33

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It was that dizzy feeling again.

When Abraham finally came out of this terrible dizziness, he was already standing in another ice cream shop.

A female clerk in equally colorful clothes poked her head out from behind the counter and greeted him professionally, "Welcome to the Diagon Alley branch of the Gabble Ice Cream Shop. Would you like an ice cream?"

"No, thank you." Abraham pointed in the direction of the door, "I just want to go to Diagon Alley."

The female clerk smiled professionally in return. It was not until Abraham stepped out of the store that he heard her complaining, "Everyone only borrows the store's door key to go to Diagon Alley instead of buying ice cream. Why doesn't Tony charge a toll? If this continues, we will go bankrupt sooner or later..."

However, Abraham could no longer hear what the female clerk said next. His attention was now attracted by the Diagon Alley in front of him; this was a long cobblestone street with all kinds of strange shops on both sides of the street. Many wizards in robes walked through the street or went directly into their favorite shops.

Even though he already knew what this place looked like, seeing was believing, so when Abraham stood in Diagon Alley, he still felt a sense of novelty.

He walked slowly along the street, like an ordinary young man who went to check in at a popular online store, and visited the stores he remembered one by one; Madam Malkin's Robes, Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, Potage's Cauldron Shop, Eeylops Owl Emporium... and Ollivanders' Wand Shop.

At this moment, Abraham was standing in front of Ollivanders' Wand Shop.

This was really an inconspicuous store. The golden sign on the door had peeled off a lot, and the window with few exhibits was full of dust. Abraham even felt that if it weren't for the fact that all the wands made by Mr. Ollivanders were exquisite, the store would definitely be buried in the prosperity of this neighborhood just because of such a store.

Walking into the store, just as Abraham imagined, it was crowded, narrow and shabby. The long narrow boxes in the store were piled up to the ceiling, and they were about to fall. Abraham didn't even dare to get too close, for fear of knocking the wand boxes down.

While Abraham was still looking at the store's furnishings, Mr. Ollivanders had already come in front of him. His very light eyes quickly looked Abraham up and down, and then greeted him, "Good afternoon."

He got too close, and Abraham subconsciously took a step back, and then replied, "Hello."

"Are you here to buy a wand, sir?" Mr. Ollivander looked at Abraham and showed a fairly kind smile, "Not many customers come at this time. Young wizards often come here to buy their first wand before entering school, and it's not time for school to start yet."

"Oh, yes, I think I need a wand." Abraham said.

Hearing this, Mr. Ollivanders looked Abraham up and down, "I should be impressed by someone like you— as long as you have been to my wand shop. But I don't remember selling you a wand. Is this your first time?"

"That's right."

"Oh, a new customer! So what kind of wands have you or your family used before? You know, wizards from the same family have wands made of similar materials." Ollivanders said, looking down in his pocket.

"Sorry, I don't know." Abraham shrugged.

"Okay then." Ollivanders looked up, holding a silver measuring tape in his hand, "Which hand do you prefer to use?"

Abraham stretched out his left hand. So Ollivanders pulled the measuring tape and measured Abraham's arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference and other dimensions, while constantly muttering something in his mouth.

"Okay, that's enough. Next, let's try the wand." Ollivanders said, taking out a wand from the pile of wand boxes and handing it to Abraham.

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