Connor's Hogwarts

After they walked out of the drugstore, Hagrid went over Harry's shopping list again.

"Just your wand left - oh yes, I haven't bought you a birthday present yet."

Harry felt himself blushing.

"You don't have to—"

"I know you don't have to. Well, I'm going to give you an animal, not a toad. Toads fell out of fashion years ago, and people would laugh at you. I don't like cats either, they always make me sneeze. I'll give You get an owl. Kids love owls, it can deliver letters and packages for you."

Twenty minutes later, when they were leaving the dark babbling owl shop, leaving the rustling of wings and jewel-like eyes, Harry was holding a large birdcage containing a The beautiful Xue Xiao was sleeping soundly with her head buried under her wings.Harry couldn't help but stammering his thanks over and over again, sounding like Professor Quirrell was speaking.

"You're welcome," said Hagrid hoarsely. "The Dursleys won't give you presents. Ollivanders are the only ones left now. Only the Ollivanders sell wands. There you go." Surely one of the best wands you can buy."

A wand—it was exactly what Harry had dreamed of.

The last shop was small and dilapidated, and the gold lettering on the door had peeled off. It said that Ollivander had made excellent wands since 380 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

As they entered the shop there was a tinkling of bells from somewhere at the back of the shop.The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.Hagrid sat on the bench and waited. Harry had a strange feeling, as if he had come to a library with strict management; Thousands of long and narrow cartons.For some reason, he suddenly felt hairy.The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that mysterious magic is hidden.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice, startling Harry.Hagrid was also quite frightened, because suddenly there was a loud clicking sound, and he quickly stood up from the bench.

An old man stood before them, his big pale eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello," Harry said stiffly.

"Oh, yes," said the old man, "yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, that's no problem. Your eyes are like your mother's when she came here Bought her first wand as if it were yesterday. Ten and a quarter inches long, wicker, swishy, ​​and a fine wand for magic."

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry, who wished he would blink, his hairs standing on end with those silvery eyes.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, stronger, and perfect for Transfiguration. I said your father liked it—actually, of course. The wand is choosing its wizard.

Mr. Ollivander moved closer and closer to Harry, almost touching his nose to Harry's face.Harry could already see himself reflected in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Oh, this is it" Mr. Ollivander stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his pale long fingers.

"I'm sorry, but it was done by a wand I sold," he said softly. If I had known this wand was finished, I would have done something like this."

He shook his head, and then recognized Hagrid instantly, much to Harry's relief. "Rubus! Rubeus Hagrid! How glad to see you again, oaky, sixteen inches long, a little crooked, isn't it?"

"That's right, sir," said Hagrid. "That's a fine wand. But I suppose they broke it when they fired you?" said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly serious.

"Ah, yes, it was broken by them, yes." Hagrid said, moving his steps slowly. "I still have the broken wand

Woolen cloth. ’ he said happily again.

"But you don't use it?" Mr. Ollivander asked hastily. "Oh, no, sir." Hagrid replied hastily.Harry noticed Hagrid clutching the pink umbrella tightly as he answered.

"Well," said Mr. Ollivander, casting him a sharp look. "Okay, Mr. Potter, come on. Let me see." He took out a long silver measuring tape from his pocket.

"Which arm do you use your wand?"

"Oh—oh, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Hold your arms up. Good." He measured Harry, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head.As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a super magical substance, and that's the essence of it, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves." .Each Ollivander wand is unique as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are ever the same. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, it will never be as good. effect."

When he was measuring the distance between his nostrils, Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure was operating automatically.Mr. Ollivander was walking among the racks, busy selecting some long boxes to move down.

"Okay," he said, and the tape slid to the ground and rolled up. "Try this one, Mr. Potter, then. Beechwood and snake nerves. Nine inches long. Nice and flexible. Give it a try."

Harry took the wand (feeling a little foolish in his heart), and as soon as he waved it, Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand out of his hand. "Maple, phoenix feather. Seven inches long. Good elasticity, try—" Harry was about to try it, but before he could raise his wand, Mr. Ollivander snatched it again. "No, no—try this one, made of ebony and unicorn hair. Eight and a half inches long. Very springy. Come, come, try this one."

Harry tried one after another.He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander thought was appropriate.The tried wands were piled high and high on the bench.But the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to be.

"A fussy customer, huh? Never mind, I think, there's always the ideal, the perfect, the perfect fit for you - let me see, - oh, yes, why not —a marvelous combination, holly, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. Good, and pliable."

Harry took the wand, feeling a sudden heat in his fingertips.He held his wand high above his head, swished it down, and saw a streak of red light across the dusty air, and the top of the wand shot like fireworks, dancing spots of light onto the walls.

Hagrid applauded, and Mr. Ollivander shouted "Oh, that's great, oh, really, that's great. Oops, oops, oops it's amazing it's amazing"

He put Harry's wand in the u-box, wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying "wonderful"

"Excuse me," said Harry, "what is it that strikes you as strange?"

Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with pale, colorless eyes.

"I remember every wand I ever sold, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. Like this, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand, the other Tail Feather made another wand.

You were meant to wield this wand, and its brother—well, its brother gave you that scar. "

Harry gasped.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches long. Yew. It's a wonder how such a thing can happen. Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard. I think you'll do great things, Mr. Potter anyway." , the mystery man whom I cannot nominate has done great things—major though terrible."

Hareton was horrified.He wasn't sure he liked this Mr. Ollivander anymore.He paid Mr. Ollivander seven Galleons for the wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed and sent them out of the shop.

Then he raised his head and looked at the shop that had been exuding charm since he walked into Diagon Alley—Like Chess Experience Store.

"Hagrid, can I go and have a look in that shop now?"

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Chapter 216 Harry's Wonderful Birthday

1991731 Diagon Alley.

"Hagrid, can I go and have a look in that shop now?"

After buying all the items on the list, Harry Potter still couldn't help turning his eyes to the "Lake Chess and Chess Experience Store" in front of him.

Whether it's the eye-catching billboard, the familiar figure of Pikachu, or the "monster card" mentioned by the wizards around him from time to time, Harry is full of curiosity about this store.

And he still remembered that the name of his favorite comic magazine was Lake Manga. These two, couldn't they really be the same Lake, right?

"Well, yes, of course, although I don't have much interest in those monster cards. These cards are too small, and those monsters are not cute, but the wine in it is still very good..." Hagrid thought. Then, he led Harry to this magical shop.

"Welcome to the Lake experience store. I'm Mira, master. This is your first visit. Do you need my help?"

As soon as Harry entered the shop, he was stopped by a white fox standing and talking.

Wait, talking fox! ?

Harry took a step back in shock.

"Don't be afraid, Harry, this is the fox of the Lake family, you will see it often in the future! By the way, you still need to buy a Facebook, because I don't use it often, and I forgot that you don't have this thing yet , I should probably give you a copy."

Hagrid patted his forehead, and said apologetically, "There are too many new things that the Lake family has come up with in recent years, which made me a little dizzy."

"Hagrid, what is this? A magical creature?" Harry didn't hear Hagrid's thoughts clearly, he tugged on Hagrid's sleeve, pointed to the little fox in front of him and asked.