Just as the July holiday began, the wand shop remained closed. Besides Garrick Ollivander having no time to run the shop, the new students had not yet received their admission letters.
It would probably be another month before owls delivered letters to this year's new students. That would be when the wand shop truly opened for business.
Garrick Ollivander stayed in his room for a week. During that time, Silvan spent most of his days in his own room leafing through those tedious books on wands.
It was only after arriving at Hogwarts that he realized his theoretical knowledge was rather lacking. Naturally, he had to make up for it while he had the time.
But he did not read all the time. Whenever he grew bored, he would go to the Leaky Cauldron to relax, order a Butterbeer, and listen to the drunks boast about their glorious exploits riding Swedish Short-Snouts in the giant wars.
As for whether they had dared approach a Swedish Short-Snout, or whether giants would have made their legs shake... that was not important. Everyone around them was having a good time anyway.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me, but it doesn't matter..." The middle-aged wizard in the cowboy hat took a huge gulp of alcohol and slumped drunkenly against the bar.
"After all, when I stomped that giant... hic, stomped him beneath my feet... you lot were still trembling in fear of the Death Eaters... I won't lower myself to your level..."
Seeing his boasts grow increasingly outrageous, even turning into indiscriminate attacks, a wizard in purple robes could no longer sit still. He shouted, "John, which giant did you stomp on, then? The Gurg or Golgomath?"
"It was, it was the Gurg!" the cowboy-hatted wizard named John stammered.
"Really?" The wizard in purple