All things are three at Hogwarts

Harry unwrapped the red cloth rope and unfolded the parchment, only to see what was written on it:

Dear Harry (The author shouted after reading the chapter: It’s just that the format of the letter is not gay! The protagonist of this book is not gay! Not gay!):

Seeing the words is like seeing the face. You must be in for a surprise tonight, right?

The first time I saw you at school, I recognized you as Harry Potter, the famous wizard in the wizarding world. Children in the wizarding world grow up hearing your name, and I am no exception.

However, due to the requirements of the Ministry of Magic and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, please forgive me for not informing you in advance that I am from a wizarding family. I hope that our friendship will not be affected by my well-intentioned concealment.

I have also received my admission letter to Hogwarts.

We need to go to Diagon Alley to buy the things on the list. I will go to Diagon Alley tomorrow. If you need to come with us, you can ask my owl Edward to bring a message to me. If you are not free tomorrow, please tell me when you will go to Diagon Alley and I will go on that day.

Your loyal friend (the author’s cry after reading the chapter: Just follow Owen’s request and not kneel and lick! The protagonist of this book does not kneel and lick! No kneel and lick!): Allen

At this moment, Harry had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was pleasantly surprised that he could continue to study in the same school as Alan. On the other hand, he felt sad that his good friend, who was regarded as a brother and sister, was hiding such a big secret from him. However, Harry had already I learned some common sense from Hagrid, and as Alan said, you can feel whether people are sincerely interacting with each other, and Harry is more sensitive.

Harry asked Hagrid to borrow a pen and wrote directly on the back of the parchment:

Dear Allen:

I am very happy to continue studying at the same school as you and our friendship will not change.

Hagrid (the keykeeper of Hogwarts) will send me to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy items. We will meet tomorrow to discuss it in detail.

Your best friend: Harry

After writing the letter, Harry found that Hagrid had taken care of the owl very well and was feeding it sausage meat mixed with extra corn kernels.

"I'm very good at taking care of animals. I raise many animals in Hogwarts. Dumbledore trusts me very much." He noticed that Harry looked over. Although Hagrid pretended to be calm, he couldn't help but feel proud in his expression. His look betrayed him.

Harry walked over and held out the parchment. Edward the owl immediately stretched out his left leg and motioned for Harry to tie the letter. Hagrid opened the window. It was already calm, and there were even a few stars looming in the sky. Edward flapped his wings and flew into the night with Harry's joy.

The next day, Morgan Le Fay deliberately got up early to prepare breakfast and urged his family to get up.

"Hurry up, Len, Daisy, there are a lot of things to buy today." Like female Muggles, witches are always very active in shopping. In this regard, the wizarding world and the Muggle world are the same. common.

After finishing breakfast at the urging of her mother, she went to Gringotts in Diagon Alley again through the door key she applied for in advance. After taking out the gold coins, Mrs. Harris assigned tasks to the older children: "Len, go and buy all the medicinal materials; Daisy and your father went to buy books and crucibles; Alan, I will take you to buy wands first, and then everyone will gather at Madam Malkin's robe store. Madam Malkin is the best! You should buy some school uniforms. Be more decent!"

Running straight to Ollivanders, Alan had reason to suspect that Mrs. Harris wanted to save time so that she could spend more time shopping in Mrs. Malkin's shop.

Garrick Ollivander's wand shop was small and shabby. The gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off. It read: Ollivander's has been making exquisite wands since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

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. Thousands of long, narrow boxes stacked almost to the top of the ceiling were supposed to be wands.

Because it was still early, and although it was still the beginning of the school year, there were obviously no other customers inside. The store was very quiet, and Allen couldn't help but breathe lightly.

"Good morning, you are the first customers to arrive at the store today. I am Garrick Ollivander." A soft voice said. An old man suddenly slipped out from behind a counter. In front of Allen, he looked at Allen with his big light-colored eyes. He seemed very happy.

Seemingly seeing Allen's confusion, "In most cases, people go to other stores first and then choose the wand last. It's really strange. I can't understand their thinking. For wizards, wands are the most important thing." The most important companion!" Ollivander complained.

"A very beautiful wand, made of dark purple-brown walnut, ten and a quarter inches long, and a good wand for casting spells. I remember correctly, Mrs. Harris, long time no see!" Olivan De suddenly turned to Mrs. Harris and asked.

"Oh, of course, your memory is still so good." Although she had answered the same question three times, Mrs. Harris was willing to cooperate with Ollivander to show her respect for the master wandmaker.

"Remember to apply wax on it frequently!" Ollivander's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Of course, of course, I love it very much. This is my youngest son Alan, and I took him to pick out a wand today." Mrs. Harris pushed Alan forward and quickly diverted Ollivander's attention.

"Oh, okay, Mr. Harris, let me see." He took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you use your wand with?"

"I'm right-handed." Alan said. "With all due respect, Mr. Ollivander, does your surname mean that the ancestor of your family used an olive wood wand? Ollivander sounds like A bit like an oil wand."

"Ah, keen little wizard, you may be sorted into our Ravenclaw, but please raise your arms. Okay." Fortunately, the tape measure is automatically operated and does not need to be controlled by Ollivander, an elderly man. Man touching.

The ruler starts from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, the shoulder to the floor, the knees to the armpits, and finally measures the circumference of the head. Although Allen didn't know how useful this measurement would be in choosing a wand when he was in a period of rapid physical growth, he was still very cooperative. Maybe this could slightly narrow down Ollivander's recommendation range? Allen was ready for a protracted war. In his impression, at times like this, as the protagonist, he would be particularly picky when choosing a wand...

Ollivander shuttled between the shelves, busy selecting some long boxes to move down, and the tape measure slipped to the ground and rolled up into a ball. "Well, Alan, try this one. Made of beech and snakehead. Nine inches long. A beech wand can display a subtle, artistic skill that few other woods can achieve. The reasons for its glorious reputation are comparable to those of others, but the beech wand will be very powerless against narrow-minded and intolerant people. Give it a try."

Allen held it in his hand and waved it, and there was an explosion. Looking at the broken display window, Allen thought to himself: "Fortunately, it seems that I am not a narrow-minded person who does not understand tolerance."

Ollivander nodded with satisfaction: "You're lucky, just this one, nine gold galleons..."

"Uh...wait! Mr. Ollivander...can I try it again? I feel like it's not completely smooth either..." Allen was shocked to find that he was judged to be suitable for the first wand. He was unwilling to choose a wand. It just ended so simply, so I wanted to make it more ceremonial, otherwise Allen would feel a little sorry for himself...

"Huh? Why? Okay... Since you insist... But okay, do you want to know more about wands? Then you can try this one again. It's made of apple wood with unicorn hair. There are not many wands, they are powerful, especially suitable for those who have lofty ideals and pursuits. Apple wood is not suitable for black magic. It is said that the holder of an apple wood wand will be deeply loved and will live a long life, and I I find that guests who are suitable for Applewood are always very charming." Although Ollivander did not understand Allen's thoughts, it was obvious that when he tested the wand for Allen, he introduced it in much more detail than to the other little wizards. He paused again and handed the wand to Allen, and began to introduce the core of the wand, "Unicorn hair is the most consistent when performing magic, and it is the least susceptible to fluctuations and obstacles from other magic. Unicorn hair is the Core wands are least suitable for working with dark magic. They are the most loyal of all wands, usually retaining a strong bond with their first owner, regardless of whether he or she was a skilled wizard or not. Although unicorns One small disadvantage of wands made of animal hair is that they cannot be used to make very powerful wands, so I used the powerful apple wood to compensate. Also, if used incorrectly, they can become severely depressed, which means Unicorn hair will 'die' faster and the wand core will need to be replaced."

As soon as Allen's finger touched the wand, Ollivander took it back, "No, don't touch it, not this one." Then he looked at Allen with a strange look.

Allen felt a little uncomfortable with this look, and thought to himself, "Is this guy trying to hint that I will become a dark wizard?"

Ollivander asked Allen to try one after another. This time, the selection of wand cores was obviously biased towards dark magic or wands that could cast powerful spells, but Allen was able to use each of them smoothly and cause trouble. There was quite a movement, but there seemed to be no wand that fit perfectly, or that Ollivander considered a perfect fit.

Ollivander, who was a little excited about Allen's performance at first, already had beads of sweat on his forehead, "Mr. Harris, I really don't know whether to say that you are too picky or that you don't refuse anyone who comes, but at least when necessary, Sometimes, you can temporarily use someone else's wand for emergencies without worrying about the power of the spell weakening or even being unable to cast the spell." He thought again and again, then returned to the back hall and took out a box wrapped in silky satin. .

Allen is very satisfied with his talent. He actually can't understand why some young wizards are proud of their ability to pick out wands. If he has to rely on his own wand to cast good magic, then how can this not be a limitation? What about becoming a kind of bragging capital?

"Try this wand, mahogany, phoenix feathers." Ollivander carefully took out the wand, which exuded a purple-red luster and was made of rhinoceros horn.

Allen held the wand in his hand, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. The wand seemed to have become a part of his body. As soon as Allen thought about it, the top of the wand burst into flames, seeming to cheer for his encounter with Allen.

"Mahogany is suitable for deformation, is strong and durable, and is extremely protective. Phoenix feathers are the rarest type of wand core. Phoenix feather wands can cast the greatest range of magic, although they may be smaller than unicorn hair and dragon wands. It will take a long time for the heart tendon to reflect this characteristic. It has the strongest initiative among all wand cores, and sometimes even expresses its own will. Although this characteristic is disliked by many wizards. And when the Phoenix Feather Wands are always picky when they meet potential owners. That's because the phoenix, the creator of the phoenix feather, is the most independent and reclusive creature in the world. Wands made from phoenix feathers are the most difficult to tame and the most isolated. If it is difficult to make it fit with your own personality, their loyalty is usually difficult to win." Ollivander stared at Allen with pale eyes, very surprised.

When matching Allen with wand care equipment, Ollivander couldn't help turning his head to look at Allen: "It's amazing. You will definitely achieve great things. The wood of this wand comes from German hemp in the early 20th century." Melon Royal Family, it has been here for almost a century since we found the right core and made it. You are the first to use this wand so well."

After maintaining the necessary polite response, Allen secretly decided not to come to this store unless necessary. He heard that Ollivander's children were dead. Could he be so enthusiastic about him because he wanted to be his pawn in the future? Let the staff-making apprentice be your heir.

Paying Mr. Ollivander thirteen gold galleons to buy the wand, Mr. Ollivander bowed and sent them out of the shop.

"Warm reminder from the system: Do you want to make a unique and growable wand? As long as you complete the limited-time emergency mission, you can own the alchemy manual of the ancient alchemist Jebo."