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Chapter 17 Is this the legendary protagonist's treatment?

Entering the hall, he came to an empty counter, where he was greeted by a goblin named Gripping Ring. If it weren't for his name on the counter, Shen Yi wouldn't have known that this was the goblin who led Harry into the vault in the original story. After all, in his eyes, this goblin looked exactly like the guard at the door.

"Hello, I would like to exchange British pounds for Galleons."

Shen Yi looked up, inwardly grumbling. They were clearly a bunch of dwarfs, yet they liked to sit on high platforms and look down on the wizards. He wondered where they got their confidence. They were clearly the losers in the wizard war, yet they acted like some other group, managing money and thinking about being their own entity all day long.

How many?

To Shen Yi's surprise, he had thought Gringotts would restrict the exchange of pounds. After all, if Galleons were made of gold, then according to the gold price at the time, the value of 1 Galleon would far exceed 5 pounds. Muggle-born wizards could make huge profits through this method. Therefore, in many Harry Potter fan fictions, Gringotts had restrictions on the exchange of pounds. But unexpectedly, there were none at all.

"Give me £20,000 first."

Shen Yi took out the cash he had prepared in advance from his pocket and neatly stacked it on the counter.

Pull-ring used tools that Shen Yi couldn't understand to check the authenticity of each banknote, then led Shen Yi into a small office to begin the exchange process.

According to the official exchange rate, 1 Galleon is approximately equal to 5 pounds, meaning that 20,000 pounds can be exchanged for 4000 Galleons.

Shen Yi picked up a Galleon and weighed it in his hand. The Galleon was a size larger than a British pound coin and felt heavy. It was decorated with a fairy pattern and engraved with runes around the edge.

It seems that Galleons may just be a metal currency mixed with gold, or at most a little magical metal. Perhaps a Galleon that is nominally worth 5 pounds may actually only be worth 2 pounds. In that case, Gringotts can make a net profit of 3 pounds for every Galleon exchanged.

So why put the bank in the management of fairies?

Shen Yi shook his head and walked out of Gringotts with the Galleons he had packed in a bag. Well, perhaps it was because wizards were used to being carefree—after all, even without Galleons, wizards could live quite comfortably with magic, so why would they have time to be bank clerks?

Next, Shen Yi's template is another small shop deep in Diagon Alley, a must-visit wand shop for time travelers and Hogwarts students: Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The wand shop was small and had an old facade. The gold sign read, "Olivendine: Making fine wands since 382 BC."

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Pushing open the door, the doorbell rang softly. The store was filled with the smell of dust, and countless long, thin boxes were piled from the floor to the ceiling, almost all of them covered with a thin layer of dust.

"good afternoon."

An aged voice came from deep within the shop, and then an elderly man with white hair emerged from behind the shelves.

His eyes were very light in color, and his pupils looked as if they had been washed with water, shimmering with an eerie light in the dim light.

"Sir, is this your first time visiting my shop?"

The shopkeeper, Garrick Ollivander, is one of the most renowned wand makers in Europe and also a wandmaker with an amazing memory—of course, he only remembers the wands themselves, and only secondarily the wand owners.

"Yes, I've heard that you are the most renowned wand maker in Europe, which is why I wanted to buy a wand from you."

Shen Yi gave the other party a light compliment.

As the saying goes, flattery will get you everywhere. Although Ollivander maintained a serious expression, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up when he heard this, and he said, "In that case, you should know the rules here, right?"

"Of course. My dominant hand is my right hand."

Upon hearing Shen Yi's answer, Ollivander looked satisfied. The other party had obviously done his homework and knew what he was going to do. After all, not all wizards thought "the wand chooses its master" like him. For example, Vagado didn't even have a wand.

Ollivander pulled a silver measuring tape from his pocket and began measuring Shen Yi's various dimensions—from shoulder to fingertips, from wrist to elbow…

"Every wizard has a wand that suits him, sir."

As Ollivander measured, he reiterated, "The wand chooses the wizard; it's an ancient truth. We just need to find the wand that belongs to you."

After saying that, he pulled a dusty box from the shelf, opened it, and revealed a dark brown wand.

"Ebony, unicorn hair core, nine inches, give it a try."

Shen Yi took the wand and waved it gently.

Snapped!

A box in the corner of the shop suddenly burst open.

"Okay, not this one."

Ollivander put away his wand, then turned and pulled another one from the shelf. "Aspen, Dragon's Heartstring, seven inches."

Although he failed, Shen Yi was in a good mood because it showed that he had the ability to cast spells, unlike the Squibs in the wizarding world, who, despite the Muggle banishment spell being ineffective against them and even though they lived in the wizarding world, were unable to cast any magic.

This time, the box didn't explode, but there was no magical reaction either.

"No, no, it's not this one either."

Ollivander seemed to have his interest piqued and began to wander back and forth between the shelves, letting Shen Yi try one after another.

One won't do.

Two won't do.

Three, four, five... none of them will work.

Ollivander's brow furrowed more and more: "Interesting, very interesting... Your magical fluctuations are very unusual, sir. They are unlike any wizard I have ever seen."

Is this what they call protagonist treatment?

Well, Shen Yi is more inclined to believe it's because of the T-virus enhanced vaccine. His mental power was stimulated by the T-virus, which may be different from the source of magic of traditional wizards.

"Let me think...that's it!"

Ollivander's eyes suddenly lit up. He turned and walked to the back of the shop, pulling a brown box from the top shelf, which was almost covered in dust.

"This wand has been in my shop for a long time, and no one has been able to wield it."

Ollivander opened the box, revealing the wand inside: "Grapevine wood, Thestral tail hair core, ten and a quarter inches."

Made of grapevine wood, the wand has a smooth surface and a warm chestnut color, making it more refined than any wand I had tried before.

The moment Shen Yi received the magic wand, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

It felt like an electric shock, or like warm water flowing from my fingertips into my whole body; every cell was cheering with joy.

He waved it lightly—

hum-

A pale blue light burst forth from the tip of the staff, drawing a graceful arc in the air before slowly dissipating.

"Excellent, excellent!"

Ollivander smiled, a rare occurrence for him. "I knew it. This wand has been waiting for someone."