As he stepped out of the wand shop, Vincent noticed that everyone's gaze had changed to varying degrees.
Some were simple, some complex.
The wand chose the wizard, and the wizard chose the wand.
That saying suited him perfectly now, especially the latter half.
After a brief moment of confusion, Astoria, the youngest of them all, became even happier than before.
Because she knew that the big brother who had helped her escape her "illness" was incredible—far more incredible than her parents had imagined.
With light little steps, she followed her sister Daphne into Twilfitt and Tattings, located diagonally across from Ollivander's wand shop.
Compared with Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, the clothes here were clearly much more high-end.
Of the three fathers, only Lestrange went inside. Vincent was too embarrassed to go in with him.
The wait was long, and the three of them chatted outside, all sharing that sentiment.
Eric knew his son was no ordinary child, but the more Chris talked with him, the stranger he found it.
So young, yet he understood girls so well?
His gaze shifted back and forth between father and son before he finally arrived at the only possible explanation: genetics.
"Dad, want to bet on how much longer they'll need?"
"No bet. It'll be longer than we imagine anyway."
Chris laughed.
No matter how old they got, women always stayed true to themselves.
There were exceptions, of course. There were men like that too, but they were rare cases after all.
They just had to wait obediently.
They went from the military to dental clinics, then from teeth-care secrets to pet-raising tips. By the time Molly brought the children around to this area, the ladies finally emerged from Twilfitt and Tattings.
Wrinkle-free, temperature-regulating, high-end custom school robes truly were different.