Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

To be honest, this curfew-like restriction might be suitable for Harry, but for Dudley, it was just empty talk.

However, his relationship with Sirius was not as close as Harry's.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic's surveillance had nothing to do with him - but as Harry's protector, he still had to stay with him all the time.

Every morning, after the brothers had lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, they would go to Diagon Alley to hang out. Harry also took this opportunity to catch up on the homework he had forgotten during the holidays - perhaps this was the case for students all over the world, whether Muggles or wizards.

Dudley always didn't care, who would bother him for not doing his homework?

Even Snape, who was the most difficult to talk to, made a rare back door for Dudley, so it didn't matter whether he did his homework or not. Anyway, with his level of magic, being able to cast a few spells was already "extraordinary talent".

"here we go again."

Ollivander sighed and looked at Dudley and Harry who walked into the store, his face full of indescribable depression.

He had never seen a wizard apprentice who had gone to school for two years but still hadn't chosen a wand of his choice.

After all, there was no second street lamp for him to use at the door of the wand shop.

"That is to say, is there a possibility?"

"I'll cut down a tree, and then grind the pole to the length of a stick."

"Hollow out the middle, and then put some dragon nerves, phoenix tails, unicorn hairs, etc. in it."

Dudley looked at Ollivander eagerly. This was a good idea he had come up with on the spur of the moment last night.

"A magic wand...is not supposed to look like this!"

Ollivander gritted his teeth, thinking that the guy in front of him was extremely hateful.

Who has ever seen a staff made like this?

The longest staff was sixteen inches long, tailored to Hagrid's stature and arm span. Its length was extremely rare in the wizarding world.

But now, this Dudley Dursley is actually going to create such a "big killer weapon"?

You know, except for a few rare wands, most wands are used to control and restrain magical power so that spells can be released more accurately, rather than being an ordinary spell effect amplifier.

The power of a spell still depends on the wizard's research and understanding of the spell.

But if Dudley were to do it his way, with a magic wand - or rather, a magic stick, he would probably be able to kill his opponent with just one blow without casting any spells, right?

"Well, we have to give it a try, don't we?"

"Look, there are three major magic wand manufacturers in the world, but not one of them can meet my requirements!"

"Is it possible that in the wizarding world, there is not even a wand suitable for me, Dudley Dursley?"

Dudley shrugged and shook his head with a mock sigh.

Old Ollivander couldn't stand hearing this.

You can insult my personality, but you can't insult my level of magic wand!

After pacing for a long time, Ollivander suddenly closed the shop door and hung up a "Temporarily Closed" sign.

"go!"

"Come with me to choose the materials!"

"I don't believe that you don't have a good weapon!"

Harry was eating ice cream on the side, watching the two people "fighting" here with great interest.

God bless you, this is way more fun than doing homework!

The magical world is full of wonders. Deep in Ollivander's warehouse, where no one has ever been, a mirror appeared after a few spells, and the world in the mirror looked like a forest.

Ollivander was the first to go in, followed closely by Dudley, who made a reassuring gesture to Harry.

Harry understood that this was his cousin's move to keep him outside in case of an emergency, so he stopped and watched the mirror slowly disappear.

"I have a feeling that my cousin is going to give everyone a big gift again this year."

Muttering to himself, Harry sat down on the ground and ate his ice cream slowly.

Dudley was amazed at the almost dreamlike forest scene before him.

There were densely packed trees, ranging from oak to elm, hawthorn, and walnut, covering all woods used to make wands. Several catnip cats were jumping around in the bushes, and when they saw Ollivander and Dudley, they were immediately frightened and hid.

In the middle of the mirror venue was a workbench with a roof, on which were placed adzes, chisels, axes and saws. If it weren't for a few half-finished wands on it, Dudley would almost have thought that Ollivander was an old carpenter.

"I picked out a hornbeam for you, how about that?"

Ollivander looked around and chose a solid tree that looked straight and hard.

"Not good, not good!"

"Hornbeam is tough and resilient, but too rough. It's not good!"

Ollivander's eyes widened in surprise when he heard Dudley's words.

This guy looks big and strong, but I didn’t expect that he knows so much about these trees?

After a little thought, Ollivander found another suitable one.

"Seeing you duel all the time, how about Hollywood?"

"Not good, not good!"

"Holly wood has precise properties, perfect for a skilled wizard like Harry!"

"But holly represents patience, and I, Dudley, will never wait any longer than a day."

If Ollivander at the beginning could be considered as being angry at most, now that he had entered the working state, he was really concentrating on choosing a tree material that was suitable for Dudley.

Ollivander selected them one by one, and Dudley rejected them one by one. Finally, when they reached the oak, Dudley finally nodded.

"This one is suitable. Make one for me."

Ollivander sighed in relief.

Fortunately, this guy was satisfied.

Otherwise, the reputation of this thousand-year-old brand would be ruined.

"Where's the rod core?"

"Let me make it clear first, don't take out those weird things."

"The whiskers of a catkin, the branches of dill that saved my father from death, the hair of a mermaid I encountered on vacation..."

“And of course, metal!”

"This can't be made into a wand core!"

Ollivander quickly issued a disclaimer.

"Tsk."

Dudley curled his lips, which made Ollivander extremely angry again.

"Then let's go with Dragon Heartstring. This thing is powerful."

Giving Dudley a blank look, Ollivander threw an axe to him.

"Go chop down the tree!"

"I'll find it for you - a giant dragon nerve that long!"

Glaring at Dudley fiercely, Ollivander turned around and went to the warehouse to look for materials.

Or it is said that every profession has its own specialties. Even though Dudley cut down the strongest and toughest oak tree in just a few strokes, when it comes to processing speed, three of him cannot compare to old Ollivander.

In just a few strokes, the old man dug out a stick of moderate thickness that was just as long as the tip of Dudley's eyebrow.