94 hp Diagon Alley

94 hp Diagon Alley

Author: pineapple cider

A heroine dedicated to making great wands and magical props;

A heroine who is 100% (?) committed to avoiding pranks and bad luck;

Met George Weasley who has been resourceful (?) daring, careful and focused on pranks for 20 years.

Miss Wand

One night in July 1990.

One Diagon Alley, a small, shabby store.The golden signboard on the door has peeled off, and the glass facing the street is covered with a thick layer of dust, like the perpetual foggy weather in London, and a magic wand can be vaguely seen standing alone on the faded purple cushion in the window.

A taupe owl fluttered into the store.The store is small, with thousands of long and narrow cartons piled up from the floor to the ceiling, presenting a dangerous state about to collapse.The owl flew around the narrow room several times, and couldn't even find a place to stay.Peeping out from under an almost old cracked counter a small head was whittling wood with a small silver dagger.The owl let out a disapproving screech, dropped a letter and fled the hut.

"Gwen," said a soft voice from upstairs, "I think you should open the letter. It might be good news."

The girl got up and patted the sawdust on her body, and slowly picked up the yellow envelope with her name written on it, which was written in emerald green ink: Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop, under the counter, Gwendoline Ollivander receive.

"You know, Garrick," Gwen smiled cheerfully, "I've always wondered how Hogwarts knows where I'm staying, and they always seem to be able to send the letter exactly."

An old man came up to her, waved his wand and lit a lamp. "Boy, I don't think they even need magic. You hide under the counter and chip wood almost every day." His silver cloudy eyes blinked. "What an Ollivander. But if you want to be tall Pretty girl, you'd better come out now."

"So, can I finally have my own wand?" The girl quickly climbed up the ladder and reached for the top cardboard box, "I have long wanted to try this wand made of acacia wood and dragon heart. weird wood..."

"Come on, Gwen, I don't think you need acacia wood to prove your talent. And it's clearly not for you." The old man yanked the girl off the ladder.

"Then I can make a wand myself, and I found a fine stick on the Wednesday before the full moon last..."

"No, no, child, I have already prepared the wand for you, just waiting for today. Now, you follow me obediently."

Obedient, Gwen immediately stood at attention, followed the old man step by step, walked sideways through two rows of cabinets, and approached a small dark room.While muttering, "Other young wizards can try the wand, but I don't even have the chance to choose."

"Remember, it's not the wizard who chooses the wand..."

"...it is the wand that chooses the wizard." The little girl raised her hands in surrender.

The old man turned around, wiped his messy silver hair nervously, poked left and right from a magic cabinet, opened a slender drawer, and carefully held a half-worn cardboard box.

"Try it, Gwen."

The girl also took the wand with some excitement, feeling an electric current numb from her fingers to the ends of her hair, blowing her curly black hair like a black cloud.She flicked her magic wand lightly, and the small dark room just now suddenly lit up with a warm yellow shimmer, a few sparks were drilled from the tip of the wand, and golden and silver spots of light flowed on the wall.

Mr. Ollivander laughed and yelled, "That's great, Gwen, that's great!" and rubbed his rough fingers at his eyes, "You know, that's exactly what I got the day you were born." Twigs, twelve and a quarter inches, walnut, unicorn tail hair, hard and springy. I think we have a Chinese but firm magical innovator and inventor."

"I was expecting a more special..."

"Wrong, wrong, child, every wand is unique. Believe me, this is the wand that suits you best." The old man shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake this wrong thought out of his mind.

Gwen giggled twice. "I know, Grandpa. I love it."

Although Gwen, who grew up in Ollivander's wand shop, would experience Hogwarts students raiding Diagon Alley every summer, this year she was one of them, and her mood was subtly different.Throughout August, she drew a calendar on a piece of parchment. Go shopping for textbooks on the 1st, make robes on the 5th, buy a crucible in Partage on the 10th, remember to ask Garrick to give her a pet on the 15th, go to the changing ink stationery store on the 20th, and leave it for jumping and frolicking on the 25th Magic joke shop, she has to figure out a way to bring a few funny products to school under the nose of the old man.

On September [-], after hugging Mr. Ollivander and saying that she would go back to Diagon Alley to spend Christmas with him, Little Witch Gwen rushed into Station Nine and Three Quarters pushing a large load of luggage.

In front of the steaming Hogwarts Express, Gwen reflected in a cold sweat whether she had bought too many things last month.Just as he was about to bite the bullet and carry his luggage, two tall, thin red heads appeared on one left and one on the right.

"Look, this must be a freshman!"

"Little friend, to be honest, when you get to Hogwarts, you will find that you don't need so much luggage."

"You just have to be careful not to be trampled by the trolls..."

"Or don't fall into the Black Lake." The two of them sang together, helping to lift the suitcase onto the pedal and push it into the corner of the compartment.

"Thank you, gentlemen." Gwen thanked the two gentlemen sincerely with gratitude. "If you're not busy, I think I can treat you to some hissing bees from my bag."

"Of course..." "Little sister..." "I will serve you wholeheartedly." One redhead opened the door of the cubicle, and the other pushed her in.At that moment, Gwen had two thoughts: [-]. The two of them were obviously not tempted by the hissing bee, but like two cats who found a toy; A premonition that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

If Gwen knew whether she was blessed or cursed, she might be able to have an ordinary and beautiful campus life.

"My name is Gwendoline, please call me Gwen, my name is too long." The little girl straightened her shoulder-length black hair, and introduced herself while taking out candy from her bag.

"We are Fred and George Weasley." "It's the second year in Gryffindor." The boy on the left opened the sugar bowl, and the sharp hand on the right quickly caught two bees that were buzzing away.

"Cool." Gwen's eyes lit up, not sure if he was praising Gryffindor, or the boy's neat movements.

"Our whole family is Gryffindor." "Hey bro don't say that, we don't know if little brother Ron will go to Hufflepuff..." "...or worse, like he didn't get Hogwarts letter."

"Wow, the Weasleys still have children who haven't gone to school." Gwen thought of a litter of weasels together, giggling.

"There's even two more." The twins tapped the struggling hissing bees with their wands, and dropped the limp candy into their mouths.

Gwen stared at their wands for a while, "I see, I think you must be very mischievous." She said to herself as if she was wandering away. "What a fun, quirky and mischievous dogwood tree; they have a playful nature and are capable of bewildering magic. This pair of wands, which appear to be different colors, were actually cut from the same dogwood tree one night. "She rolled her eyes, as if she was recalling some important information. "Yes, the light one looks like a shotgun. Garrick was obsessed with Muggle movies at the time, and it belonged to George Weasley. The dark one looks like a pine cone. I guess some squirrels were eating dogwood nuts that night." , this one belongs to Fred Weasley."

The twins looked at each other: "Remind us to hide our wands next time we play pranks, Miss Wand."

"Happy to help, mischievous gentlemen." Gwen looked at the two identical people opposite. Indeed, the two guys who put away their wands seemed to have the same freckles on their faces.

"It's mysterious. Garrick is right. Every wand is unique. Even twins who are so similar have two different wands."

"Of course, Miss Ollivander." Fred seemed to be aware of the identity of the little witch, "Although Mom did want to buy us a wand."

George next door put his arm around his brother, "But as soon as we leaked our idea of ​​going to school as one to cover each other, Mrs Weasley had to buy us two."

"This is really..." "What a pity!" The twins laughed.

They shared lunch for the rest of the journey, and Gwen was intrigued by the Weasleys' sandwich, even if it didn't look pretty.The twins also gave her generously, and Gwen embarrassedly took out the lunch packed from the Broken Axe. "I live with Garrick, and he's not very good at living magic, so we eat out all the time."

"Cool!" "Maybe we can go work in Ollivander, you know I'm not saying mom's cooking is bad..." "We just need something new."

After dinner, Fred and George told Gwen some rumors about Hogwarts.For example, Slytherin's dormitory is underground, so the students have rheumatism; Ravenclaw students are out of stock because they love to study and have no desire to sleep; Hufflepuff is constantly supper next to the kitchen, and ghosts see students in Badger Yard get up and jump in the morning