The Ollivander family had been making excellent wands since 382 BC. Every year, about two hundred new Hogwarts students would come here to receive the blessings of the Ollivander family.
"Hello, is there anyone making wands here?" Harry walked into the shop and saw thousands of neatly stacked cardboard boxes that almost touched the ceiling. For some reason, Harry felt as if he had come to a strictly managed library, and for some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Fortunately, this strange feeling quickly disappeared because before they arrived, two young men in long robes were talking to the shop owner. Harry and the rest sat on the long bench in the shop and waited for the people who came first to finish their business.
After rejecting Haig's offer to buy him a bucket of ice cream, Harry propped his head up to observe the wand. But seeing more and more cardboard boxes open on the floor, Harry could not help but feel nervous. He tugged at the person beside him. "Haig … Is there anyone who doesn't have their own wand?"
Snape's low and cold voice rang in his ears. "As far as I know, no. But … Who knows if the savior will be the first special person?" Snape sneered viciously.
Harry awkwardly withdrew his hand from Snape's black robe. Haig, who was sitting on his left, patted Harry's shoulder kindly. "Don't worry, Harry. I've never heard of a wizard who doesn't have his own wand. But …" The half-giant scratched his messy beard and purposely pointed at the pink umbrella beside him. "If — and I'm saying if — you really encounter such a situation, cough cough …"
Snape sneered at Harry, then frowned and looked forward.
Ollivander's light gray eyes were almost green. He kept climbing up and down the stairs, taking down cardboard box after cardboard box. He let the boy, who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, try to wave it, but no matter what method the boy used, the wand did not respond at all.
Snape's brows furrowed.
The boy was also very depressed. His short white hair drooped dejectedly on his forehead — he was sweating.
A young man, who was slightly older than him, patted him gently on the back. "Alright, Colo, that's it for today. There are still children waiting to buy wands."
"Alright." The boy called Colo returned the wand in his hand to Ollivander, his voice sounded a little dejected. "Looks like I really can't buy a wand …" He then smiled apologetically in Harry's direction. "Sorry for taking up so much of your time."
Mr. Ollivander leaned over the counter and grabbed the corner of Kro's robe. "Stop right there! "Ollivander's shop, I don't believe that there's not a wand that's suitable for you. Here! This is the most mediocre and most ordinary wand in our shop. the most....
. "Colo raised the black wand in his hand." You're saying that I'm mediocre, ordinary, and have no temper? "
"No, he's saying that this wand can be used by anyone …" Harry kindly explained, but the nervous Haig covered his mouth.
"Alright …" Colo licked his lips and raised the wand over his head expectantly. He then waved it down, and the surprising thing happened — nothing happened.
The good-tempered wand that Ollivander had placed his hopes on was like a bad-tempered old man with hemorrhoids. It did not even let out a fart.
Before Colo could angrily wave the wand like a firework, the young man behind him pulled him back. He smiled gently and motioned for Harry and the rest to come forward. But when Harry tried the wand, they did not leave. Instead, they stood behind and watched.
With Colo's failure as a precedent, Ollivander was dealt a huge blow. He did not even clean up the mess in the shop. He simply took a wand from one of the opened boxes and gave it to Harry. It was the last wand that Colo had tried.
Harry gulped and waved the wand in front of everyone's eyes.
There was no reaction. Not even a spark.
Ollivander held his chin, which almost fell on the counter. On one hand, it was because he had suffered another blow. On the other hand, he finally saw Harry's face clearly. "You're … Merlin, you're Harry Potter …" He flipped over the counter with admirable agility and came up to Harry. His strange silver eyes looked straight at the child. "Look at your face, it's exactly the same as your father's … Oh, about your family, I'm sorry. After all, that was a crime committed by the wand I sold here. Yes, purple wood, thirteen and a half inches, very powerful …"
Before Harry fell backwards, Ollivander suddenly remembered something. "Right, the mahogany wand. That's your father's favorite. I remember I have a few suitable ones here. Let me take a look …" He immediately turned around and started searching. "Of course, if you ask me, it's the wand that's choosing its wizard!"
Harry and Haig were focused on Ollivander's words, but Snape was distracted by the two strangers behind him. He noticed that when Ollivander said the last sentence, the child named Colo suddenly smiled.
James Potter's wand was made of mahogany, while Lily Potter's wand was made of willow. However, even after Harry had tried out wands made of both materials, he still couldn't find a wand that resonated with him. The other "outstanding wands" that Mr. Ollivander had found also performed mediocre in his hands. The best wand that he had found was that it spat out a string of bubbles after he waved it around.
The boy named Colo couldn't help but chuckle and whisper, "Eleven and a half inches, goldfish material."
Harry looked at Colo in despair. Friend, I wasn't laughing at you just now.
Harry tried the wand until the sun set. In the end, Ollivander was helped to the side by Colo's companions. After feeding him two instant pills, he waved his hand and announced, "No more, I really don't have any more here …"
"What do you mean? What does the old man mean??? " Harry, whose hands were sore from trying the wands, hurriedly turned to ask the two adults. However, both of them had strange expressions on their faces. The one who answered him was Colo. "He means that you are very likely to be the first Magus without a wand …"
Harry fell into the pile of wands with a thud.
Haig dug Harry out and patted his head for a long time, but didn't know how to comfort him. In the end, he could only look at Snape for help. Snape was very supportive. "I think … Harry Potter might be a genius in magic without a wand?"
Harry's dead fish eyes regained some vitality. "Haig, do you think I'm a genius?"
"… Harry, I have an ancestral umbrella here that I want to give to you. (Haig's wand is hidden in the umbrella) …"
The unwilling Ollivander was still rolling in the sea of wands. He checked the wands one by one and muttered, "No, there must be a wand, there must be … Where's the phoenix's tail feather?"
But no, in the end, Harry didn't get his own wand, nor did he accept the little umbrella that Haig kindly gave him. After they walked out of the wand shop, the door slammed shut amidst Ollivander's wails. Thus, the other two young men were also 'sent' out of the shop.
Haig kindly helped Colo, who almost fell to the ground, up. Snape looked at the two and snorted.
Harry felt a little strange. Were these two boys Snape's students? And the naughty kind? Then he shook his head and denied his own opinion. After all, with Snape's temper, there shouldn't be any students that he didn't dislike.
The older boy thanked Haig on behalf of Colo and shook hands with him. "Hello, I'm Peter Parker. This is Kronos. I heard them call you Haig? Speaking of which, you're really — uh, huge! "
Haig smiled and explained his half-giant bloodline.
Harry, on the other hand, suddenly felt that Peter's self-introduction was mostly for Snape.
Sure enough, when Snape heard their names, his face became more serious. He directly interrupted the chatter. "As far as I know, you shouldn't be here at this time. Of course, that's on the premise that you're following the rules."
Haig froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand Snape's meaning. "Hey, Professor, why are you so serious?"
But obviously, the two understood. Peter smiled and touched his nose, while Colo stuck out his tongue and raised his right hand. Harry noticed some white silk threads swimming around his hand.
Colo smiled and said, "We're just here for a private stroll. After all, we can bend the rules."
Snape glared at them sternly. "I hope you don't bring this' bending 'culture to Hogwarts."
"We swear to the Professor's hairline!" The two boys said in unison. Then they looked at each other and laughed.
Snape didn't say anything more and turned to leave. Haig and Harry said goodbye to the two boys in a friendly manner before parting ways.
On the way, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Professor, are they also students of Hogwarts?" Otherwise, why would he say that they shouldn't bring the 'bending' culture to Hogwarts?
"Not yet," Snape answered briefly.
"Huh? There are also freshmen of this age? "Harry thought that everyone received their admission letters at the age of eleven.
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