"Chestnut, ten inches, unicorn tail feather, right, Miss Tonks."
Nymphadora had just entered the shop with Goku when she heard the voice of the owner, Ollivander.
"I have to say, your memory is really good!"
She had bought her wand here eight years ago and didn't expect Ollivander to still remember its material and length.
Ollivander proudly replied:
"I remember every wand I've made and sold, because each one is unique."
"Alright, can you help this little guy choose a suitable wand?"
Nymphadora didn't understand Ollivander's passion for wands and pushed Goku in front of him.
Wands are not chosen casually; a suitable wand allows a wizard to cast magic more quickly and with greater power.
An unsuitable wand can even cause magic to backfire on oneself.
"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter."
Ollivander mumbled, but still picked up a tape measure and began measuring Goku.
From shoulder to fingertip, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, head circumference, and finally even the distance between his two nostrils.
"Alright, try this one."
After measuring all the data, Ollivander quickly selected some long boxes from the shelf and placed them on the table, then took out a wand and handed it to Goku.
"Vine wood and dragon heartstring, nine inches long, try waving it."
Goku picked up the wand somewhat bewildered and waved it.
Nymphadora said she was bringing him to buy a wizard's weapon, was it just this piece of wood?
Actually, he didn't really like using weapons in combat; the World Martial Arts Tournament also had rules against using weapons in competition.
If he really had to use a weapon, the Power Pole Grandpa left him was much stronger than this little stick.
He felt this little stick might break if he used even a little force.
"Not suitable for you; it seems you are not a person who pursues knowledge."
Ollivander sensed the wand's fluctuation, shook his head, and took out another wand, handing it to Goku again.
"Aspen wood, unicorn tail feather, eleven inches, wave it again."
Goku took the wand and did as told.
This time, Ollivander nodded:
"This one is more suitable for you; it seems you are a little guy who is very good at dueling."
Owners of Aspen wands are usually skilled at dueling, or destined to be skilled at dueling, because Aspen wands are particularly suited for combat magic.
The infamous secret eighteenth-century dueling club, the Silver Spear, was known for only accepting Aspen wand owners.
"He is indeed very good at fighting."
Nymphadora nodded in agreement.
She didn't know if he was good at magic combat, but this child was definitely good at fighting with his fists.
After all, this was the guy who knocked down a notorious international Black Wizard fugitive with a single punch.
After buying the wand, it was almost noon.
"Let's go to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch; it's on me!"
Although they had only spent half a day together, she had a very good impression of Goku.
He was a very pure, good child, just a little greedy; he couldn't take his eyes off anything delicious he saw on the street.
Knowing that Goku was an orphan, she also felt a bit more sympathy.
"Thank you!"
Goku, hearing Nymphadora offer to treat him to a meal, clasped his hands together and politely expressed his gratitude.
For him, anyone willing to treat him to a meal was a good person.
"Do you need my help with anything?"
Someone treats him to a meal, he helps them; this seemed very normal to him.
Just like Qiao treated him to two rice balls, and he helped Qiao defeat Gold Horn and Silver Horn; the King treated him to a feast, and he went to the Demon Realm to rescue the princess.
Nymphadora was treating him to lunch, so if she needed help with anything, he would definitely help.
Of course, if it was something involving a fight, that would be best.
"Hahahahaha, what do I need your help with? My greatest wish is to catch all those hateful Black Wizards and throw them into Azkaban.
But I can accomplish these things myself; you are still a child, and studying hard is the most important thing."
Nymphadora waved her hand.
"Are all Black Wizards bad guys?"
Goku asked curiously; the uncle he defeated yesterday was a Black Wizard.
Nymphadora nodded:
"Black Wizards are all bad guys; they kill people indiscriminately and like to experiment with muggles, very, very bad."
"Then if I encounter Black Wizards in the future, I'll catch them and send them to you."
Goku took this to heart.
Nymphadora stroked Goku's head and smiled:
"Then wait until you graduate from Hogwarts and join the Aurors, then help me catch Black Wizards. By then, I'm sure I'll already be the Head Auror."
The two walked and chatted, and soon arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, which was also the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Actually, most of the time Nymphadora was talking and Goku was listening, but Goku didn't understand most of what Nymphadora said.
"Tom, one serving of flatbread, two fried steaks, and a mug of mead."
Finding a seat in the pub, Nymphadora waved to the almost bald, shriveled-walnut-like pub owner, Tom.
The owner responded and quickly brought Nymphadora's requested food to the table.
Placing the flatbread and one fried steak in front of Goku, Nymphadora kept one fried steak and the mead for herself.
"I'll get you a room here in a bit so you can rest well. I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning and take you to King's Cross Station to catch the Hogwarts Express."
Nymphadora cut a small piece of steak with her knife and fork, tasted it, then picked up the mead, ready to drink, and suddenly froze.
"Where are your flatbread and fried steak?"
"Finished."
Goku wiped his mouth.
He had eaten the flatbread and fried steak in two bites, one bite each.
"You eat so fast!"
Nymphadora couldn't help but exclaim.
"Are you full?"
Rufus had been in a hurry to process Alec's transfer paperwork that morning and hadn't had time to tell Nymphadora that Goku ate a lot.
"Not full."
Goku replied honestly.
Not full meant not full; he didn't understand what politeness was.
Although he hadn't trained that morning, and his activity level was very low, this amount of food was clearly not enough to fill his stomach.
"Tom, another serving of flatbread and fried steak."
Nymphadora waved to the owner, Tom, again.
Not long after, the flatbread and fried steak arrived again, and then they were gone again.
Again, and gone again, and again, and gone again.
Half an hour later, Tom stood at the table somewhat stammering and said:
"Th-…that, we're out of flatbread and fried steak. How about you two try something else?"
He had never seen a wizard who could eat so much in all his years of running the shop; not even Hagrid could eat as much as this little guy.
"Are you full yet?"
Nymphadora wiped the sweat from her forehead; she was running out of money.
"Not even a bit..."
Goku rubbed his stomach...