Parents of Hogwarts

It's time to rest.

While dining out at noon, Mr. Ollivander was full of surprises when he met the little wizard Callan Sangster who came to buy a wand yesterday at the ice cream shop, and sat down with him.

"Are you planning to learn divination, Mr. Sangster?" Ollivander asked Karan, pointing to the Book of Disenchantment and the crystal ball on the table.

"For Muggles, divination is always full of mystery and attractive." Karan replied politely.

"Yes, that's true." Mr. Ollivander smiled slightly: "Curiosity is always something worth cherishing. I hope you can gain something."

In Ollivander's eyes, Karan's expression was suddenly stunned for some reason, but he soon returned to calm.

During the subsequent chat, Mr. Ollivander told about the other cypress wand in the morning, and Callan showed sufficient interest in it.

"Are there few owners of this kind of wand?" Karan asked curiously.

Mr. Ollivander thought for a while and replied: "Yes, it is indeed not a lot, but it is not the least either."

Karan was stunned again, but this time he hid it well and did not let Mr. Ollivander see it.

"I hope you can become friends." Ollivander told some of the things he had observed about Remus, and mentioned it casually, as a small help to the child.

"Maybe." Karan raised his eyebrows but did not give a definite answer.

After chatting, the two separated, and Mr. Ollivander returned to the wand shop, happily waiting for the next customer.

"Jingle Bell."

The first guest of the afternoon arrived.

"Hello." Mr. Ollivander suddenly appeared again.

But rarely, this time the scare was not so successful.

There were four guests this time, including a couple and their two sons.These four people were all wearing extremely luxurious robes, obviously much more noble.

The male host and their handsome eldest son were arguing fiercely, and the hostess was talking to her husband from time to time. Only their younger son was startled by Ollivander's appearance and hid behind his mother.

Ollivander smiled warmly at the child, already recognizing who these people were.

The ever pure Black family.

After waiting silently for a while, Ollivander had to cough twice to indicate his presence, and he asked: "Is there anything I can do to help you, Mr. Orion Black?"

Orion Black seemed to have just seen Ollivander. He stopped arguing with his son, rubbed the gold ring engraved with the Black family crest on his finger, and said to Ollivander not impolitely but a little arrogantly. Livander said: "Yes, Mr. Ollivander, we are here to buy wands."

After saying that, he glared at his eldest son again: "I believe you have met my eldest son, Sirius Black."

Sirius stared back without fear.

"What about this one?" Ollivander ignored them and looked at the other little boy.

"Oh, Regulus hasn't reached school age yet. He won't need to buy a wand until next year." Walburga Black, Orion Black's wife and Orion's second cousin, said. With the same tone, the same arrogance.

"Very good." Ollivander said habitually, then took out the tape measure and asked the handsome Sirius: "Then which hand do you usually use, Mr. Black?"

Sirius's attitude towards Ollivander was obviously not as arrogant as his parents, and even more polite than when facing his father: "Right hand, sir."

"Very good." Ollivander repeated with a smile. This child gave him a completely different feeling from most members of the pure-blood family.

After careful measurement, Ollivander came back with a large pile of wooden boxes in time before another quarrel between father and son, and handed them to Sirius one by one to try.

It didn't take long for the appropriate results to come in and the wand had chosen the wizard it wanted to be chosen.

"Twelve inches long, phoenix tail feathers, red oak, wonderful."

Mr. Ollivander said with full praise: "Ignorant people may think that the red oak wand is a symbol of the owner's hot temper. But in fact, people who are truly suitable for using red oak wands will have unusual reaction speeds. An excellent dueling wand, and its ideal owner is usually dexterous, resourceful and adaptable."

As Ollivander narrated, although the Blacks were still angry with their eldest son, they could not help but look proud. It was obvious that only such an excellent wand could be worthy of a noble Black family member.Regulus's face was full of envy.

"Of course, I also think this is one of the most beautiful wands among all." Ollivander smiled and placed the wooden box in Sirius's hand, and praised without hesitation: "Just like you. ,child."

Sirius gave Ollivander a strange look: "I am a boy, sir."

"I think beauty and handsomeness are sometimes interchangeable, right, Mr. Ollivander?" Ms. Walburga rubbed Sirius's hair, which was very different from her previous attitude. She obviously still had feelings for her eldest son. With such pride in his appearance, Mr. Orion beside him couldn't help but smile.

Sirius frowned, obviously still a little angry, but in the end he didn't say anything and followed his family out.

Looking at this scene, Ollivander couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, but this time, before he could return to the back room again, the doorbell rang again.

"Hello, Garrick, my old friend."

The visitor was obviously completely different from the previous guests, and Mr. Ollivander was also addressed by his first name.

As soon as he heard this voice, Ollivander immediately thought of that soft hair.

He already knew who was coming.

"Hello," Ollivander smiled and turned around and responded: "Fremont, Euphemia, it seems that this is your son, James, right?"

"Yes, that's this young man." Fremont Potter enthusiastically shook hands with Ollivander, and even said loudly without being ashamed: "It took us a lot of effort to get him out."

"Fremont" Euphemia stabbed her husband harshly, but there was still a smile on her face.They were about to enter middle-aged and old age and had almost given up hope, but in the end they got this hard-won gift.

Their only son, James Potter.

This child was completely different from the ones Ollivander met today. He was obviously very favored. Even after hearing his father's words, he didn't feel shy at all, but looked proud.

"Great young man." Ollivander praised with a smile.

Ollivander and the Potters had known each other a long time ago. At that time, Fremont Potter invented the smooth hair spray and opened a shop in Diagon Alley, which even made their family fortune. Reached four times the original size.But after that, Fremont simply retired, sold the company at a high profit, and devoted himself to the great cause of creating life.

Seeing his old friend's success, Ollivander was also happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

"So, little James, tell me which hand you usually use."

After another try, Ollivander showed an expression of joy.

"Excellent." Ollivander reached out and took the wand from James' hand: "Eleven inches long, phoenix tail feathers, and mahogany."

Ollivander smiled and explained to the Potters: "This is an extremely flexible wand, most suitable for casting transfiguration. This is the most difficult course in Hogwarts. It seems that James will become an excellent wand." The shapeshifter."

"Furthermore, phoenix tail feathers are very rare, and the requirements for their owners are extremely strict. But what's interesting is that in the past two days, I have met three owners of phoenix tail feather wands, and they are all from Hogwarts." A new student, maybe you will become friends."

Ollivander smiled and put the wooden box in James' hand, and James took it for granted that he would have such an excellent wand: "A sharp sword, paired with a powerful warrior, Gryffindor."

The Potters laughed out loud, both with doting looks on their faces.

After leaving the wand shop, the three of them found a free seat in the ice cream shop and sat down. James glanced curiously at the inexplicable lone boy at the table next to him, then ignored him and turned to his father. Asked: “Can I buy a Flywheel 1001?”

"Of course..." Just when Fremont wanted to agree to his favor, Euphemia, who was checking the purchase list at the side, interrupted: "Not yet, James, first-year students can't do it. With a broomstick, unless you make an exception and join the Quidditch team in first year."

James looked at his father with questioning eyes. Fremont spread his hands helplessly and said, "But this has not happened in nearly a century."

"Ah..." James sighed feebly, and Fremont looked at him sympathetically, but after quietly glancing at his wife a few times, he still leaned closer and whispered to James: "But I heard that Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor, suffered a concussion and broken ribs due to a foul committed by Slytherin during a Quidditch match in her seventh year. A few sticks, and from then on Slytherin's tragic defeat became her lifelong wish. If, I mean if..."

Fremont's voice became softer, and James had to get closer to hear clearly: "If you can show great talent in flying lessons, such as doing a Wronsky fake, it may not mean you can't. .....”

Obviously, in the eyes of their father and son, it was already an established fact that James would enter Gryffindor.

"Fremont" Euphemia originally did not intend to interfere with this confidential conversation between father and son, but when she heard this, she couldn't sit still. She hit her husband with the list: "James We are only in the first grade now. How can you let Wonsky do something as dangerous as a fake move now?"

Fremont comforted his wife repeatedly, and gave James a helpless look, but still raised his eyebrows inadvertently, and James nodded quietly with understanding.Obviously, there were some things between the father and son that Euphemia didn't know about.

At this time, James noticed that no one had ever come to the table next to him, only the boy. He asked his father curiously: "Generally speaking, are there students who come by themselves?"

"Very few." Flemont glanced back, suddenly frowned and said to his wife: "It seems to be a new student."

Euphemia nodded sympathetically: "Yes, what a poor child."

Karan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't sit still.

During this day, there were a lot of wizards coming and going, but there were very few people like the Potter family. He looked up at the time and felt that it was almost time, so he picked up his things and stood up directly. He nodded friendly towards the Potter family.

Euphemia asked him with concern: "Would you like another ice cream, child?"

Whether it's Karan's clean appearance or polite behavior, it's hard not to have a good impression of this child with a pitiful life experience.

"Thank you, but no, ma'am." Callan politely declined Mrs. Potter's kindness and walked away.

"Weird guy." James looked at Karan's leaving back and muttered in a low voice, but as soon as he noticed that his mother's eyes on him were getting harsher, he immediately lowered his head with a guilty conscience.

At this time, Karan had already reached the door of the wand shop and walked in again without hesitation.

"Welcome, ah, it's you, Mr. Sangster." Ollivander asked with a smile: "Is there something wrong with the wand, kid?"

"No, sir." Karan said slightly awkwardly: "It's about something about the wand. I still have some questions."

"Of course, of course it will be like this." Mr. Ollivander did not mean to refuse at all. He knew very well the interest of children from Muggle families in magic: "Then, what is the question?"

Karan sat down obediently and politely communicated with Ollivander about the wand. It was not until half an hour passed that Karan stood up and said: "Thank you for your answer, sir."

Ollivander liked this polite child very much and watched him leave with a smile.

It's late at night and it's the end of the day.

Ollivander closed the shop door as usual, walked through the long corridor, and carefully inspected the wooden box containing the wand.

For Mr. Ollivander, who has an outstanding memory, this process does not take much time and can be completed quickly.

When the inspection was about to be completed, Mr. Ollivander was suddenly stunned. He looked at the tall stacks of boxes and walked forward, looking a little confused.

Did I forget something?

But it didn't take long for him to shake his head and deny the idea. His memory couldn't be wrong.

Unless it's the kind of surprise that has been experienced once.

Although Ollivander believed that he had lived long enough, the surprise, even if he experienced it again, was not enough.

If it's wand related, so much the better.