Mr. Ollivander brought Harry three carefully crafted wands. Just by hearing the wands, Harry could tell that the old shop owner had spent a lot of effort on him: Fire Dragon's toenails.
Thunderbird's butt feathers (Ollivander: Those are tail feathers!) Yin Corpse's tongue.
When Harry picked up the third wand, he was a bit embarrassed.
But looking at Mr. Ollivander's face, which was clearly much older than before, and his eager expression, the child still obediently waved it.
The Yin Corpse Wand let out a hiccupping sound.
"Oh!" Mr. Ollivander dejectedly fell into the guest chair in the principal's office.
His messy grey hair was a mess from his grip. "Dumbledore," he said. "
This is the Yin Corpse's tongue that I specially went to Ireland to find! "
Harry stuck out his tongue and put the Yin Corpse Wand back into the box.
It was returned to Mr. Ollivander along with the other two wands.
Dumbledore comforted Ollivander with a few words and then took out a wand from the box to play with, "This really took a lot of effort. England doesn't have any Thunderbirds."
"I asked an old friend for it." Mr. Ollivander didn't say anything else.
He just looked at Harry in dismay.
Harry uneasily shifted his feet and heard Dumbledore say, "Speaking of this,
Mr. Ollivander, I remember that my Fox once contributed two tail feathers to you. "
"That's right.
One of them was made with Purple Fir Wood … … "Ollivander looked at Harry.
He didn't continue speaking.
Dumbledore put down the Thunderbird Wand.
After thinking for a bit, he took out his own wand and handed it to Harry, "Harry, do you want to try this wand of mine?"
Harry was about to reach out his hand, but he felt that it wasn't appropriate. He looked at Ollivander and saw that the old man was excitedly staring at Dumbledore's wand, his lips trembling. Harry retracted his hand and looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked at him lovingly and explained, "This is a good wand."
"Not bad?" Ollivander's voice became shrill. "Fifteen inches, made of elderwood. The core of the staff is … right, the core of the staff is made from the tail feathers of Thestrus Nigra! This is the legendary Elder's Magic Staff! "
Harry did not know what an elder's wand was, but it sounded very cool. Moreover, Dumbledore was not affected by Ollivander and insisted on handing the wand to Harry. He took it and let out a soft cry.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Dumbledore leaned forward slightly and squinted his eyes behind his glasses.
"It's so cold …" Harry could not help but touch the metallic elderwood wand from top to bottom. The Elder's Magic Staff gave Harry a completely different feeling from the previous wands. It was a coldness that directly invaded his soul. "It … seems to have its own consciousness."
Harry looked at Dumbledore's expression again before gently waving the Elder's Magic Staff. A ray of white light shot out from the tip of the wand and hit the corner of the wall. At the same time, Harry's arm went numb from the shock and the wand fell to the ground.
Ollivander, who was at the side, almost scrambled to pick up the Elder's Magic Staff. On the opposite wall, the portraits of the past headmasters of the Hogwarts were awakened from their slumber. They looked at Harry and discussed.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Harry subconsciously put his hands behind his back, making Dumbledore laugh.
"Well, Harry, it seems that the Elder's Magic Staff does not approve of you." Dumbledore took the wand from Ollivander's hands and looked at the uneasy child opposite him. He said to Harry with a guilty expression, "I was too careless. The Elder's Magic Staff only recognizes one master. Fortunately, Harry was not hurt."
"The wand chooses the wizard …" Ollivander muttered at the side.
It seemed that his wand was going to come to an end. Harry took out the Infant's Magic Staff from the pocket of his robe and showed it to Ollivander. "Sir, can you add an inner core to this wand?"
Ollivander did not want to touch this little thing at all. He took a few steps back in disgust. "Merlin! What is this thing? You're actually using the Infant's Magic Staff? "
"Uh … At least it can cast a fluorescent spell or something." Harry felt that his lasagna tears were flowing down. "Sir, add an inner core to it. It'll be good if it can be opened like an Arapaho!"
"The Infant's Magic Staff can't have an inner core. It's essentially a piece of wood." Ollivander firmly refused. "The Ollivander's surname can't have anything to do with this kind of inferior toy." As if afraid that Harry would pester him, Ollivander quickly bid farewell to Dumbledore, leaving Harry wanting to cry.
Dumbledore patiently comforted Harry. "Don't worry too much about the wand. We have to have confidence in Mr. Ollivander."
"Yes, the next time Mr. Ollivander comes, he might bring me a new wand with an inner core made from the hair of a house elf or the scales of a mermaid." Harry still could not get his spirits up.
"Ahem …" Dumbledore seriously stroked his beard. "Harry, then have more confidence in yourself."
Harry looked blankly at Dumbledore, and the old principal playfully winked his left eye. "You know, the Infant's Magic Staff is really a piece of wood."
Harry was stunned for a moment before he realized what Dumbledore was referring to. "I used a piece of wood to cast a Fluorescent Spell?" Didn't that mean that he had cast a Magic Staff without a Magic Staff?
"Yes." Dumbledore exaggeratedly clapped for him. "Harry, this isn't just a Fluorescent Spell. This is a Fluorescent Spell without a Magic Staff!"
"Then does this mean that I'm a genius without a Magic Staff?!" Harry excitedly recalled what Haig and Snape had said in Ollivander's shop that day. Perhaps it was because he was a genius that Merlin took away all the suitable wands for him!
"Uh … Perhaps, this means that you need to practice the next spell."
Harry shamefully touched his fingers. Because he didn't have a real Magic Staff, he was basically absent-minded in the Magic Spells class.
"And your Potioneering, Harry …" Dumbledore suddenly felt like he was back when he was a professor, and began to lecture the child. "I know Severus sometimes has a bad temper, but he's a professor after all. A professor is qualified to evaluate your final grade. If you fail the final grade, you'll pull down the average grade of the whole school. If you pull down the average grade of the whole school, the Hogwarts will lose a lot of face in the magic school …"
Harry saw that Dumbledore had linked his Potioneering grades with the reputation of the Hogwarts, and knew that he couldn't skip the Potioneering class anymore. He could only promise Dumbledore that he would take pride in his love of the Hogwarts, and that it would be a shame to tarnish the reputation of the Hogwarts.
Harry walked out of the principal's office in a daze, and was surprised to find someone waiting for him at the door.
"Harry —"
"Potter —"
As usual, the twins carried Harry away, one on each side. Harry was half-dragged and half-dragged for a long time before he realized that they seemed to be walking towards a teacher's office. He asked, "Where are we going?"
"To find Professor Quirrell —"
"Professor Kamia —"
"And the cool —"
"Shazam!" The twins mimicked Shazam's password in unison, and laughed loudly as they supported Harry. "What? You still don't know? "
"What should I know?" Harry rubbed his arms and shrugged helplessly. "I came to see Principal Dumbledore after lunch."
"Harry! You've been selected too! "George shouted.
Harry thought for a moment. There was only one major event that involved the selection in the school recently. "Is it about the practical training class?"
This was a little unexpected. Harry remembered that he almost fell asleep during the test. The twins winked at him in unison. He was a savior! He always had some privileges.
Harry thought so too …
"You've been selected too?" Harry heard the word "also" just now.
The twins smiled and winked. "Of course! In terms of imagination — of course, Gryffindor is the best! "
"Who else?" Harry asked as he followed the two to Quirrell's office.
"There's also Ravenclaw's Qiu Zhang. You've seen her before, that Asian beauty. And Hufflepuff's ball chaser, Rolf. Oh, I don't think that guy has much imagination — Hufflepuff!" Fred paused for a moment and pursed his lips. "However, compared to Draco Malfoy who was added at the last minute, I think even Hufflepuff is more interesting."
Harry had a good impression of Hufflepuff. He liked that Cedric, but why was Drac added at the last minute?
Fred snapped his fingers and imitated Drac's usual tone. "I think you should all know that I have a powerful and influential father with gold coins?"
Harry secretly broke out in a cold sweat. He had also used special means, but the treatment he received was much better than Drac.
By the time Harry and the twins entered Quirrell's office, everyone had already arrived. The three professors were currently speaking to the selected students. Harry followed the twins into the office and greeted the professors while sweeping a glance around Quirrell's office. He discovered that the place was extremely messy, befitting of a bachelor. Various sheepskin scrolls and books filled a large bookshelf to the brim. There were also some suspicious looking trinkets scattered all over the sofa and the floor, some of which Harry seemed to have seen in the twins' place before.
When Harry's gaze fell on a small kaleidoscope, Quirrell awkwardly kicked it under the cabinet and smiled at Harry shyly.
"Okay, everyone is here. Let's sit down and talk." Kamia casually used magic to turn Quirrell's desk into a sofa and gestured for everyone to sit down.
The tall Shazan sat there and took up two people's seats. Kamia and Quirrell sat together, but it was only as wide as him. He even cheerfully asked everyone to sit down.
The twins looked at the situation and wisely sat on each other's lap. Harry followed and sat beside them. Ravenclaw's beautiful senior, Autumn Zhang, smiled and sat on the other end of the sofa. Harry then looked at Drac, only to see him slowly pull over an office chair and sit down. When he sat down, he was taller than everyone else.
So the remaining Hufflepuff sat between Autumn Zhang and Harry. Harry specially looked at him and found that he was a handsome and gentle boy. The freckles on his face reminded him of Ron, but the slightly timid and shy expression reminded him of Neville. "Hey, hello. I'm Harry Potter."
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