Soaring at Hogwarts

In the backyard of Heseltine's house, you can see two trees beside the wall, one is an oak tree, and the other is also an oak tree.

Ian is sitting in the yard.

Sitting under the tree and looking up, one can see the dense branches, blocking the prying eyes from the neighbors, creating a shadow that is independent from the world, as if it contains some secret.

In fact, the Heseltines do have a lot of secrets.

One of them is that their two children are not ordinary people, but wizards with magic.

Two years have passed since Samantha was admitted to Hogwarts. After this summer vacation, Ian will also go to Hogwarts.

Compared with two years ago, Ian has not changed much except that he has grown a little taller. He is still so thin.

But the abilities he possesses are impressive.

For example, after studying with Mr. Ollivander for a year and a half, he is no longer a wand apprentice—at least he must be a senior apprentice.

This holiday season, Ian decided to make his own wand, a real wand.

The materials are the unicorn tail feathers that Samantha brought back and the trees in the yard.

According to research in the wizarding world, not every tree can become a wand wood, just like not everyone can become a wizard.

Ian's ideas are different from theirs.

In this world, people who are not wizards are destined not to be wizards.But in Ian's memory of his previous life, anyone can embark on the path of spiritual practice as long as they are willing.

Of course, because everyone’s abilities and talents are different, the energy they need to put in and the training they experience are also different.

If the wand wood is considered to be the best material for making wands, then the one in your own backyard is probably average. After listening to Ian's chanting for so long, it can't be inferior.

Ian believed that the trees in the yard would be a good material for making wands after processing.

The two oak trees are a little different. One is an English Oak, which existed before the Heseltines moved here.One tree is Red Oak, planted by Haydn when he moved here.

The English oak is known as the king of the forest from the winter solstice to the summer solstice, and English oak wood for wands should only be collected during that time.

Now that June has passed, Ian's only choice is the red oak.

"Ignorant people may often say that a red oak wand is an absolute symbol of its owner's fiery temper. But in fact, the person who is really suitable to use a red oak wand will have an unusual speed of reaction, so that it will become an excellent wand. dueling wand.

Less common than English oak, Garrick Ollivander discovered that its ideal owner would be dexterous, resourceful, and adaptable.

They are often the creators of unique signature spells that benefit those around them during a battle.Ollivander also believes that red oak wands are among the most beautiful of all wands. "

——Excerpted from Mr. Ollivander's notes

Ian was very satisfied with this, after all, even Mr. Ollivander said, "One of the most beautiful"!

He raised his hand and broke off one.

In Taoism, wood is often used.But it is not used to make magic wands, but various magic seals, decrees, rulers, wooden swords and other magic weapons.

The most well-known one to the public is probably the "Thunder Strike Wood".Lightning-struck wood is rare and contains the evil spirit of thunder, so collecting it often requires certain rituals.

Because it is rare, yin-yang wood and single wood can be used as substitutes.The yin-yang tree is an old tree that is half dead and the other half is green. A single tree is a tree that stands alone in a radius of thousands of miles. The wood of a single-plank bridge is also a single tree.

The most common use of lightning strikes on wood is probably the "Five Thunder Commands", and its function of issuing commands is similar to that of a magic wand.

…………Xuanzhu Yushu has roots and seedlings, the water is bounded by the sky and will never wither, the true fire is as empty as the red sun, the golden flower forms the soul of the six seasons...

The last day of July, Ian remembers what day it was.

Harry Potter is coming to Diagon Alley.

Contrary to Samantha, Harry waited until the end to purchase his wand.

When he and Hagrid walked into Ollivander's Wand Shop and were shocked by the quiet and dark hall, they saw a boy wearing Muggle clothes walking out from behind the pile of wands.Harry was small because of the Dursleys, but this boy was almost as skinny as him.

Maybe it was the clothes, maybe it was the size, but Harry found this boy very approachable.

"Good afternoon," the boy said in a brisk tone, "I thought you would come over in the morning."

Ian rarely got up early and ran to Diagon Alley to wait for Harry to show up.As Harry looked at him, he looked at Harry.

Very thin, with the same black hair and the same green eyes, but they are a little lighter than mine.The scar on his forehead did not make him unsightly, and although he wore baggy and ill-fitting clothes, his temperament did not become timid.

Being able to see Harry made Ian feel good, a fulfilling feeling of fulfilled wishes, and a trancelike feeling of fantasy and reality overlapping.

"Um, you know me?" Harry asked.

He thought it was a stupid question, everyone here seemed to know him - but, maybe the boy was a Muggle?But if he didn't know himself, why would he say such a thing?

"My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

"Hello, Harry, of course I know you." Ian stretched out his hand and shook his hand in a friendly manner, "I am Ian, Ian Heseltine."

Ian had thought about going to Little Whinging to meet the "protagonist" in advance, but he gave up because he was too lazy to go out. To be honest, he still didn't know that Little Whinging was in the southeast, northwest and northwest of Guildford.

"Oh! It's you, kid." Hagrid said roughly, patting Ian on the shoulder and almost knocking him down. "Samantha told me that you were at Mr. Ollivander's place. help."

"Yes, yes." Ian smiled, "Hello, Hagrid, nice to meet you."

Although Hagrid was sitting down, he was still taller than Ian.

At this time, Harry began to guess that maybe he might be the same as the little wizard in Madam Malkin's robe shop, a child of a wizard family, so he could help here.

"We're going to buy Harry a wand, where's Mr. Ollivander?" Hagrid asked.

"It's coming soon. Mr. Ollivander will not miss this important moment." Ian looked at Harry with a smile and snapped his fingers, "Raise your arms, Harry."

"Uh, okay."

The tape measure in the corner sprang up and circled Harry up and down, beginning to measure his body data.

"Every wand has a powerful magical substance at its core, and that's its essence, Harry.

In the past, some wizards would choose strange things like the beard of a pet cat, the white branches that saved their father from being poisoned, or the hair of a mermaid they met on vacation as the core of their wands - but this material The wand making isn't great or consistent.

Mr. Ollivander used unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and fire dragon heart tendon among many magical materials, which come from three powerful magical creatures, and carefully selected materials that complement the characteristics of the core of the wand to make the wand wood.

The wands here are the finest, you see, 'Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC'. "

Harry was almost overwhelmed by the amount of information.