[HP] When the Sword Fairy traveled to Hogwarts

They came to a shop that looked small and shabby. The gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander - Making fine wands since 382 BC.

As they entered the store, a jingling bell came from somewhere at the back of the store. The shop is very small, with nothing else but a bench.

Hagrid sat on the bench and waited, while Harry and Bai Lu walked to the counter together.

The store is filled with thousands of long and narrow boxes, stacked almost to the ceiling. There is a slide between the cabinets. It looks like there is a ladder that can be moved left and right. This is very convenient for taking the boxes. .

The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that there is hidden mysterious magic.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice said, startling Harry who was observing, Hagrid was also frightened, but Bai Lu had already noticed that the shop owner was coming.

An old man stood in front of them, his big, light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello," Harry said stiffly.

Bai Lu also smiled and said hello.

"Oh, look who's here, Harry Potter, I know I'll see you soon, and a young lady from the East, right?" Mr. Ollivander looked at them with interest, His eyes that are too bright in the dark are creepy when he stares at someone.

Harry pursed his lips nervously, hoping that Mr. Ollivander would blink, but what happened was counterproductive. He moved closer and closer to Harry, and his nose was almost touching Harry's face.

Harry could already see his own shadow reflected in his cloudy eyes.

"Oh, this is..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his long pale fingers over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"I'm sorry, but it was done by a wand I sold," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches long. Yewwood. Very powerful, extremely powerful, but in the wrong hands. ...If I had known that this wand would do such a thing after it was made..."

He shook his head, then recognized Hagrid instantly, much to Harry's relief.

His attention turned to Hagrid. After a while of pleasantries, he began to measure Harry's size. He measured every part. He looked less like a wand seller and more like a tailor.

Then he took out his wand and let Harry try it.

Harry tried one after another, but nothing suited him. Several wands were taken back as soon as he got them. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander thought was suitable.

The wands that had been tried were piled higher and higher on the bench. But the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelf, the happier he seemed.

"A picky customer, huh? It doesn't matter. I think you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable one for you here. Let me think about it..." Mr. Ollivander suddenly remembered something. , excitedly rushed to the corner of the cabinet and pulled out a box, looking at Harry with hot eyes, "An extraordinary combination, holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long, not bad, and flexible."

Harry took the wand and suddenly felt a heat on his fingertips. He raised the wand high above his head, swung it downwards, and cut through the dusty air. He saw a red light, and the head of the wand shot out like fireworks, and the dancing light spots were cast on the four walls.

Harry looked at Bai Lu excitedly, wanting to share his joy. Bai Lu smiled and patted his shoulder.

Hagrid clapped his hands and cheered, and Mr. Ollivander shouted loudly: "Oh, great. Oh, wonderful... It's so wonderful..."

He put Harry's wand into the box and wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying: "Wonderful...wonderful..."

"I'm sorry," said Harry, "what's so strange about you?" Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with pale, colorless eyes.

"I remember every wand I sell, Mr. Potter. So, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other made another wand. You are destined to use This wand, and its brother... well, it was his brother that gave you that scar."

Harry gasped.

"Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard... I think you will achieve great things, Mr. Potter... Anyway, the mysterious He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has done great things, although it is terrible, but It’s still a big deal.”

Harry was agitated. He wasn't sure whether he liked Mr. Ollivander anymore, but he was sure he didn't want to talk anymore.

Bai Lu noticed Harry's discomfort and took the initiative to stop Mr. Ollivander, who wanted to have a deeper discussion with Harry. "Sir, it's time to pick out my wand now."

Mr. Ollivander raised his eyebrows, no longer obsessed with Harry, "Of course, lovely Miss Oriental, I haven't asked you your name yet."

"Lu Bai."

"Okay, Miss Bai, let's take some measurements first."

After measuring, Mr. Ollivander brought out a wand, "Rowan wood, 12 inches, dragon heart, slightly elastic."

Bai Lu took the wand and waved it lightly, but there was no response. Then she tried several times in succession, but still couldn't find the right one.

"Oh, it seems that we are another picky customer. This is not common. Maybe you can try this, ebony, 13 inches, thestral tail feathers, not easy to bend." Mr. Ollivander brought a black paint stick The lacquered wand and the eyes are astonishingly bright.

As soon as Bai Lu took it, she knew that this was the wand that was most suitable for her. The fit felt like it was tailor-made for her. Her spiritual power leaked out slightly, condensing into ice-blue water mist, which matched the wand's release. The white mist that came out gathered together into a Tai Chi diagram in the air.

Among the people present, except Bai Lu, no one could understand the Tai Chi diagram, and could only vaguely feel the mystery in it. Mr. Ollivander squinted his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.

Bai Lu calmly put away her wand, and after she and Harry paid seven galleons each, Mr. Ollivander bowed and sent them out of the shop.

In the evening, when they set foot on the road back to Diagon Alley, the sun was almost setting. They walked through the wall, past the deserted Leaky Cauldron, and out onto the road.

Along the way, Harry remained silent. Several times, if Bai Lu hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands, he would have hit a telephone pole. It wasn't until they arrived at Paddington Station and Hagrid tapped Harry on the shoulder that Harry suddenly realized where they were.

He bought Harry and Bai Lu a burger each, and they sat on plastic chairs and ate. Harry kept looking around. Anyway, he always felt that everything around him was strange.

Bai Lu rubbed his head and asked softly: "What's wrong, Harry?"

Harry didn't know if he could explain it clearly. He had just celebrated the happiest birthday, but it still felt unreal. He chewed his burger while thinking about how to say it.

"Everyone thinks I'm special," he said at last. "Those people at the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander... but I know nothing about magic. How can they expect me to achieve anything great? I'm famous. , but I don’t even remember the things that made me famous. I’m sorry, I mean, the night my parents died, I didn’t know what happened.”

Hagrid leaned across the table. He smiled kindly beneath his shaggy beard and eyebrows.

"Don't worry, Harry. You'll learn it soon. At Hogwarts, everyone starts from the basics. Brace yourself, I know it's hard for you, but you're at Hogwarts It will definitely be a pleasure."

"I will always be here, and you will make good friends at school." Bai Lu comforted Harry, thinking of the Iron Triangle in the original work.

Harry lowered his head and said a dull "hmm". Bai Lu could see a few tears falling on the back of his hand, and then he wiped them away in a panic.

Soon after, Hagrid put Harry and Bai Lu on the train back to the Dursleys' house, and then handed them a letter. "Here's your ticket to Hogwarts," he said. "It's on the ticket at King's Cross Station on September 1st. If Mr. and Mrs. Dursley bully you, write a letter and ask the owl to bring it to me. It knows just where to find me... See you next time, Harry and Lu."

The train left the station. Harry wanted to watch Hagrid leave, so he knelt on the seat and pressed his nose against the window, but in the blink of an eye, Hagrid was gone.