Parents of Hogwarts

Another new day.

After Mr. Ollivander got dressed, he opened the door of the shop, briefly and politely greeted the neighboring shops on the left and right, and then returned to the back of the wand shop, where he had a private research room. Specifically used to think about the direction of making the wand.

As the best wand shop, Ollivanders has always had extremely high requirements for itself. In addition to entertaining wizards who need wands every day, it also spends time with those unfinished wands.

Of course, he loved both the wand itself and finding its owner.

"Jingle Bell."

The doorbell rang, reaching the back seat.

Ollivander put down the materials in his hands. He was not annoyed at being interrupted, but stood up naturally, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

He walked silently through the long narrow corridor, like a ghost.

"Hello."

Mr. Ollivander suddenly said, and as expected, the mother and son on the other side were startled by him. This was one of his few little jokes.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Ollivander."

The guests were a middle-aged woman and a fat little boy: "This is my son, Peter Pedillo."

"Hello, little Peter." Mr. Ollivander greeted gently.

Facing Mr. Ollivander, Peter looked a little cowered, obviously he had been frightened.

A timid and cowardly child.

Mr. Ollivander made a silent judgment in his heart, and then he continued to ask gently: "Then which hand do you prefer, Mr. Peter?"

Peter weakly raised a hand: "Right hand, sir."

"Very good." Ollivander praised him. He had met many children of this age and knew how to soothe their emotions.

Except for Muggles, of course.

Since Muggles couldn't use wands, it wasn't worth wasting Ollivander's precious time.

"Well, let's try this one."

After a brief commotion, little Peter suddenly felt a difference in the wand in his hand. This scene was accurately seen by Mr. Ollivander.

"Wonderful, very good." Mr. Ollivander said happily, took the wand from the hands of little Peter who was about to shed tears with excitement, and looked at it carefully: "Ten and a quarter inches, unicorn tail hair, hawthorn wood, magical stuff.”

"Yes, this is a very magical material." Facing the inquiring gazes of mother and son, Ollivander nodded and repeated: "Because hawthorn wood is usually made into a strange and contradictory wand, just like this Planting a tree is full of paradoxes: its leaves and flowers have healing properties, but its cuttings smell of death.”

"Then this is yours, little Mr. Peter."

Ollivander handed over the packed box, but Peter's face showed that cowering look again, and he didn't know whether to take it or not.Seeing this, Ms. Pediru simply forced the box into Peter's hand, and said impatiently: "Okay, let's go, there are many things to buy today."

Mr. Ollivander watched the two people leave.

A timid and cowardly little wizard, but also full of contradictions, is really interesting.

Although the wizard's power is almost only related to himself, Mr. Ollivander still inevitably feels that this hawthorn wand is somewhat different from the ash wand yesterday. He personally prefers the ash wand, which is also unique. The core of the wand with the horned beast's tail hair represents a deeper level of loyalty.

"Jingle Bell."

It seems that today's second guest has arrived.

After experiencing the same shock, a middle-aged man introduced politely: "Hello, Mr. Ollivander, I am Lyall Lupin, and this is my son, Remus Lupin. "

Mr. Lyall's face was full of weariness and distress, and so was little Remus, who even looked a little pale.It can be seen from the clothes of the two that their financial situation is not very good, just like the previous mother and son.

"Oh, are you... okay?" Mr. Ollivander asked worriedly, and he generously summoned a tea set and filled the two of them with tea: "Let's take a good rest first."

"It's nothing, just some minor accidents." Mr. Lyle was obviously used to being asked this kind of question frequently, and little Remus silently picked up the tea and drank it. I don't know if he was specially told to do this by his parents. Did he do it, or was it just that he simply ran out of energy.

After a short silence, little Remus stood up again. He looked very silent, and at the same time he seemed a little...

A child with extremely low self-esteem and full of self-loathing.

Mr. Ollivander sighed silently in his heart, so he started working harder, hoping that this small kindness would make the child happier.

The same process of trying out the wand, but there was always an eerie silence. Finally, Mr. Ollivander noticed the difference in little Remus's expression.

"Great!" Before little Remus could be happy, Mr. Ollivander himself was full of surprises. He took the wand over with excitement: "Ten and a quarter inches, alone." Horned beast tail hair, cypress wood, awesome.”

Mr. Ollivander repeated.

"Cypress wands are usually associated with courage." Mr. Ollivander said what he said yesterday and patiently explained to the two of them: "And those who own this kind of wand will die with honor."

Both Lyle and Remus seemed slightly startled.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Mr. Ollivander smiled gently: "Actually, just yesterday, I also met a little boy who is suitable for a cypress wand. Yes, I can see it. The same courage is buried deep in your hearts, and may you become another warrior, Mr. Remus."

Remus took the wand in a daze. At this moment, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in his eyes. He seemed to want to ask something in a low voice, but in the end, he just pursed his lips hard and said nothing. .

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Ollivander saw through this and took the initiative to ask. He was always happy to provide this kind of small help.

"Yes, sir." Lem paused and said, "Is that little boy also a freshman?"

"Yes, I think so." Ollivander answered with a smile. Snape's appearance and the core of his wand flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but frown slightly, but when he thought of the people beside him, Karan and Lily's brows widened again.

"I think you will become friends, little Mr. Remus."

Remus finally showed a small smile on his face, and Mr. Lyle gave Ollivander a grateful look.