American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

Hermione quickly tried to smooth things over.

"He means, it's a pleasure to meet you too. Goodbye Hogwarts, Ron!"

“Oh...is that so? Well then, goodbye.” Ron scratched his head and followed Mrs. Molly.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Molly and her family.

The Grangers then took Hermione and Harvey for two hours to stroll around Diagon Alley.

They first bought two tin cauldrons for Potions class from Partridge's Cauldron Shop.

Then he went to a general store and bought two yellow leather trunks with wheels, two sets of glass bottles, two telescopes, and two brass balances.

I bought four fitted little wizard robes from Madam Malkin's tailor shop, two black pointed hats for daytime wear, as well as protective gloves, a quill pen, ink, a winter cloak, and so on.

We also visited the Fantastic Beasts Shop.

Hermione bought a beautiful red Persian cat as a pet to accompany her to school.

Harvey, on the other hand, has no interest in keeping pets.

"Pets like cats and toads require a lot of care, which is too troublesome. Instead of spending time raising pets, it's better to use that time to learn magic."

Harvey's reasoning was impeccable, and the Grangers then took their two children to the final stop.

The shop was small, with dusty windows and a faded gold sign that read, "Olivendine – Wand Makers Since 382 BC".

As the group entered Ollivanders wand shop, they saw boxes stacked high on the shelves, reaching as high as the ceiling.

Hearing the noise, the short, white-bearded old man behind the dilapidated counter looked up and, upon seeing that it was a customer, gave a professional smile.

"Welcome to Ollivanders Wand Shop..."

"Let's buy magic wands for the children."

Having strolled around the streets for so long, the Grangers had become quite accustomed to the various magical things in the wizarding world. Without further ado, they got straight to the point.

"Judging from how impatient these two young wizards are, they must be eager to choose their favorite wands as soon as possible, right?"

"Which of you comes first?"

Harvey politely stepped aside, indicating that the lady should go first.

Hermione handed the metal cage containing the pet cat to Harvey and walked over confidently.

"Our Ollivander family's millennia-long history of wand-making ensures that almost every wizard can be matched with a suitable wand..."

While proudly introducing the long history of his shop, the white-bearded old man Ollivander took out his wand and waved it gently.

Suddenly, a measuring tape flew out of his pocket and landed on Hermione.

"This pretty little witch, which hand do you prefer?"

"Right hand!"

Hermione's face gradually turned red as the measuring tape kept measuring her body's various dimensions.

Measuring the chest circumference is one thing, but why measure the size of the nostrils as well?

But she could only suppress her discomfort and dared not say a word, because she never easily questioned things she was unfamiliar with.

But Hermione was already thinking about whether she should buy a book about choosing wands later.

Old man Ollivander was still muttering to himself.

“Every wand is unique. It’s like a living thing; it will choose its own wizard.”

"So it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the other way around..."

Hermione, blushing, just wanted it to end quickly and didn't pay any attention to the white-bearded old man's rambling.

After a while.

After completing the process, the measuring tape automatically flew back to the counter, and then Ollivander stepped onto a small stool.

He reached out and took a wooden box from the shelf, then gently blew on the dusty box.

"cough cough..."

As a result, the old man choked on the dust, coughing incessantly on the stool, his short body swaying as if he were about to fall at any moment.

This scene left Harvey both amused and exasperated.

The Grangers also looked worried.

But Ollivander quickly regained his balance, opened the wooden box, took out a drab gray wand, and handed it to Hermione, seemingly unconcerned about the recent close call, and began to explain:

"Child, try this first. It's made with holly and..."

Before the old man could finish his introduction, Hermione had just grasped her wand when a red fireball uncontrollably shot out from the tip of the wand.

And it instantly struck the shelf behind old man Ollivander.

With a loud "bang!", countless wooden boxes crashed to the ground.

Dust billowed in the cramped Ollivanders wand shop, with glimpses of firelight flickering in the distance.

"My God!" The Grangers were horrified; they never imagined their daughter could cause such a disaster.

Fortunately, old man Ollivander was very experienced in such emergencies. He immediately snatched the wand from Hermione's hand and took out his own wand at the same time.

"The curse stops immediately!"

"Recover as before!"

As the fire in the store was quickly extinguished, the wooden boxes that had fallen to the ground flew back onto the shelves one by one.

This amazing scene stunned everyone.

"This is true magic..."

Harvey couldn't help but mutter to himself, his anticipation for his upcoming Hogwarts journey growing stronger.

"It seems this wand is not suitable for you, but that's alright, child, try this one."

Old man Ollivander was very gentle, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion, and handed over another wand.

Hermione, who had just caused a major disaster, was a little scared, but with the other person's encouraging gaze, she mustered her courage and carefully took the wand.

The moment the wand came into my hands, its slender tip immediately emitted a gentle white light.

"Perfect! The perfect combination!"

Old man Ollivander couldn't help but scream.

"Grapevine wood, dragon nerve, nine and three-quarters inches long, this wand is perfect for a young wizard with lofty aspirations and extraordinary wisdom."

"Really?" Hermione muttered to herself, half believing and half doubting.

Having learned her lesson from Harvey's endless lies, she always felt that it was just a businessman's little trick to promote his own products.

Old man Ollivander's eyes darted around, and his expression gradually turned serious.

"My child, this wand has chosen you. It will accompany you for the rest of your life. I hope you will take good care of your wand."

"Of course, if you don't know how to take care of your wand, you can pay two more Galleons for a wand care kit!"

"These include a sandalwood wand case, a unicorn brush, and oil wax..."

Hearing this, Hermione finally couldn't help but interrupt, "Then give me a set of wand care tools."

Although she knew the old man was just trying to sell her goods, two Galleons were so cheap, she decided to buy them.

Moreover, dust was floating everywhere in the air, and Hermione, who suffered from mild mysophobia, really didn't want to stay in this dirty wand shop any longer.

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When old man Ollivander saw that the sale was a success, he was so happy that his white eyebrows almost fell to the ground.

“You have excellent taste, child. The wand costs 7 Galleons, plus the wand care kit, making it a total of 9 Galleons.”

Hermione covered her nose and quickly took out her money pouch from her pocket, pouring more than twenty Galleons onto the counter with a clatter.

"Harvey, you can keep the extra money. Mom, let's go outside and wait. I want to go out and get some fresh air!"

After saying that, Hermione couldn't wait to drag her parents out of Ollivander's wand shop.

When only Harvey and old man Ollivander remained in the shop.

The two stared at each other for a while.

Finally, old man Ollivander broke the silence first, showing a professional smile as he asked, "Child, which hand do you prefer?"

Harvey swore he would never let that dusty, unwashed measuring tape on the counter measure his body.

So he tentatively asked, "Mr. Ollivander, could we skip taking your body measurements and go straight to choosing a wand?"

“Of course not!” Old man Ollivander refused outright, stating that this was a necessary step in the wand selection process.

“Okay, then can you hurry up? I don’t want them to wait too long,” Harvey said, pointing to Hermione and the others outside the shop.

"Are they your family?"

Old man Ollivander asked Harvey about his origins out of curiosity.

At the same time, the measuring tape on the counter flew up automatically again and began measuring Harvey's body data.

The measurements on the measuring tape were almost completely obscured by dirt and dust.

Even while taking measurements, Harvey felt as if the dust on the measuring tape was constantly being shaken off, and some of it even seemed to get into his nose...

"Haaah!"

Couldn't help but sneeze.

Having witnessed Hermione's terrible experience, Harvey finally understood why she was in such a hurry to run out of the wand shop.

"Child, try this magic wand."

Old man Ollivander took a bunch of wooden boxes from the shelf, randomly picked one, opened it, took out a wand, and handed it to Harvey.

He took the wand.

quite a while--

There was no movement.