Ollivander came back pushing a metal shopping cart. There were three thick oil paper bags piled on the cart, a pile of large and small square thick cardboard boxes, and a wooden food box on top.
Entering the store and seeing customers there, Ollivander immediately began to greet them warmly.
"Look who this is." Ollivander smiled at the man wearing a decent gentleman's clothing: "Mr. Palmston, apple wood, unicorn tail feathers. How about it? Is the wand as good as ever?
Are you in tune?"
"Sorry for your concern, Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Palmston reached out and took off his gentleman's hat, saluted Ollivander in a gentlemanly manner, and smiled softly: "It's not a compliment, I think Ollivander
Mr. Fender 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 that Coven had seen Ollivander laugh so heartily.
"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, and it seems there is nothing wrong with your wand.
"
"Yes." Mrs. Palmston made a noble salute: "I still remember what you taught me about the maintenance of the wand when I first got it from you."
"It should, it should 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 excitement on his face, and made an aristocratic salute in a serious manner: "I hope to get a wand that is most suitable for me from you."
"Of course! Of course!" Ollivander nodded frequently and smiled softly: "I will definitely choose the most suitable one for you."
After speaking, Ollivander said to the couple: "I will make arrangements for the child later."
"This is the one in the newspaper..." Mr. Palmston looked at Covin and weighed his tone.
"Yes, but newspapers always go too far." Ollivander responded, and then greeted Covin: "Come on, my boy, meet Mr. Palmston."
"Oh!" Ke Wen finally stopped pretending to be transparent and quickly stood up straight with a somewhat reserved expression. Then he bowed slightly and said, "Hello Mr. Palmston, Mrs. Palmston, I am Ke Wen.
Text, Covin Quinn.”
"Hello, Mr. Quinn." Mr. and Mrs. Palmston responded softly in unison.
"Hello." Little Palmston suddenly interrupted, staring at Coven curiously and asked: "Are you also a freshman this year?"
"I..." Ke Wen knew that he should play dumb at this time, so he looked like he didn't know how to answer.
"Yes."
Sure enough, Ollivander saw this and took the question: "Kewen is also a freshman this year. Maybe you will be together in the same college for seven years in the future."
Little Palmston nodded excitedly when he heard this, and looked at Kewen with expectation: "Great, just call me James from now on. Can I call you Kewen?"
"Of course! Of course!" Ke Wen still nodded cautiously, but his eyes deliberately showed an unconcealed look of expectation.
"Okay everyone, let me choose a wand for little Mr. Palmston first." Ollivander interrupted, and then looked at Coven: "You can't help here for the time being, so you go get something to eat first.
Something."
Ollivander raised his hand, took down the wooden food box at the top of the shopping cart, handed it to Ke Wen, and then pointed to the innermost part of the store: "Follow the corridor to the innermost part. Behind the black door is the restaurant. You go and eat something first.
thing."
"Okay, okay Mr. Ollivander." Coven took the food box politely, turned around and walked into the store.
But after taking two steps, he stopped again, turned around and said solemnly to the family of three: "Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"What a polite boy." Mrs. Palmston said softly: "Go quickly and don't worry about us. I hope you can get along well with our little James when you are at the academy in the future."
"I will." Ke Wen responded, looked at little James again, raised the corner of his mouth with a smile, and then walked quickly to the restaurant...
Ignoring the situation in the store, Kewen quickly went to the innermost part of the wand shop, opened the door and entered the restaurant.
After glancing at the general layout of the restaurant, Kewen closed the door, quickly came to the dining table, pulled out the high chair and sat on it.
He was really hungry. He basically felt very hungry when he woke up from the hospital, but it was not convenient for him to bring it up. Fortunately, he responded with a "cultural word" before and finally reminded Ollivander.
.
Without further ado, Ke Wen opened the food box and took out two sandwiches, one French fries, one fried fish, and an apple.
"So little..." Ke Wen whispered: "It's still 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, in the beginning, even aliens wanted to try his big foodie empire...
No choice, just eat.
Grabbing the sandwich, Ke Wen bit into it and chewed it twice. A sour and greasy taste erupted, making Ke Wen's expression become a little distorted.
Looking around, Ke Wen jumped off the dining chair and hurried to the sink. He picked up the cup and took a large glass of cold water. He took a few sips and poured the food in his mouth into his stomach.
He breathed a sigh of relief as if saved, looked back at the food on the table, sighed helplessly, and filled up a large glass of water again.
Returning to the dining table, Ke Wen looked resigned. After making some preparations, he picked up the sandwich and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it.
In less than two minutes, Ke Wen devoured all the food except the apples as if he was swallowing a juicy meal. Then he raised the cup and used cold water to flush all the food accumulated in the esophagus into his stomach.
"Huh..." After a long breath, Ke Wen put down the water glass and muttered: "It's really killing me..."
Jumping off the high dining 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 and abdomen, which was slightly stretched by water and food, gradually shrank back.
Opening his eyes, Ke Wen controlled the peristalsis of his stomach and let out a "belching" breath.
He fanned the air with his hand, brought it to his nose and smelled it, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"There's no weird smell, so you don't have to worry about being nauseous after burping." Ke Wen murmured softly, "Fortunately, the technique dad got back is reliable."
I sat back on the chair again, picked up the remaining apple, and slowly began to enjoy it with a 'click' sound...