Soaring at Hogwarts

At some point, Mr. Ollivander came out.

Ian's measurements also stopped.

"There you are, Harry Potter," said the old man, "yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, that won't be a problem.

Your eyes are like your mother's.It seemed like only yesterday that she had come here to buy her first wand.Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, and swishing when you swing it, it makes a good wand for magic. "

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry and stared directly at Harry with his silver-white eyes, which made Harry feel chilled.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, stronger, and perfect for transfiguration. I say your father likes it - of course, it's the wand in Choose its wizard.”

Mr. Ollivander moved closer and closer to Harry, his nose almost touching Harry's face.Harry could already see his own shadow reflected in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Oh, this is..."

Mr. Ollivander ran his long pale fingers over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"I'm sorry, but it was done by a wand I sold," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches long. Of yew. Very strong, very strong, and it fell into the wrong hands. . . . If only I had known this wand, when it was made, would have done such a thing . . . "

Harry's body tensed up, but in such a tense situation, his mind couldn't help but wander off - he felt inexplicably that when Mr. Ollivander said this, he was talking to Ian just now. Looks very similar.

While Harry was thinking wildly, Ollivander had already struck up a conversation with Hagrid.

"Rubus! Rubeus Hagrid! It's great to see you again . . . Oak, sixteen inches long, and a little bent, isn't it?"

"That's right, sir," said Hagrid.

Ollivander turned to ask Ian: "Ian, tell me, what are the characteristics of this wand."

“In good times and bad, a wand made of English oak is the loyal friend the wizard who holds it deserves.

English oak wands require a partner of strength, courage and loyalty. Ian replied immediately. He had just reviewed his knowledge about oak wood not long ago. "Sixteen inches long, which is very rare, maybe because of Hagrid's size." "

Mr. Ollivander nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, longer wands may be more suitable for tall wizards, but they are more inclined to wizards with unique personalities and more grand and exciting magic styles. .”

Turning back to continue chatting with Hagrid, Mr. Ollivander asked seriously: "That is a good wand. But I think they must have broken it when they fired you, right?"

"Ah, yes, they broke it, yes." Hagrid said, moving slowly, "I still have the broken wand." He said happily.

"There will definitely be a lot of problems with the damaged wand," Ollivander said with a serious face, "Be careful, Hagrid, but it's not impossible to repair."

"Oh? Oh! I don't need it anymore, sir." Hagrid replied quickly, holding the big pink umbrella tightly involuntarily.

Ollivander nodded with a disappointed look on his face, glanced at Ian, and returned to the shelves, taking out wands one after another and putting them back again.

By the end, Mr. Ollivander was holding three or five boxes and placing them on the bench.Meanwhile, Ian picked out a wand.

Ollivander hummed and explained: "My student made a bet with me. He said he would be able to find a wand suitable for Harry Potter first... Let's see...

Made of beech wood and dragon's heart nerve, nine inches long.Nice and flexible.Give it a try..."

Harry waved blankly, but nothing happened.Ian looked on with a smile.

"Okay, let Ian try it." Mr. Ollivander simply took the wand back.

Opening the lid, Ian pushed the wand box over: "Holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long."

"This is your wand."

Ian said firmly.

During these days in the wand shop, Ian had already found the location of this wand and remembered it clearly.

Harry pulled out his wand and felt heat on his fingertips.

He raised the wand high above his head, swung it downwards, and cut through the dusty air. He saw a red light, and the head of the wand shot out like fireworks, and the dancing light spots were cast on the four walls.

Hagrid clapped his hands happily, and Mr. Ollivander kept nodding: "Yes, this is it, wonderful! It's so wonderful! It should be this one!"

Ian witnessed this moment with pleasure, after which he put the wand back into the box and packed it up, wrapping it in brown paper.

Ollivander on the side was still talking about wonders.

Harry couldn't help but ask: "I'm sorry, what makes you feel amazing?"

"I remember every wand I sell, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. So, of the two tail feathers of the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other made another. A magic wand.

You were meant to wield this wand, and its brother—well, its brother gave you that scar. "

Harry gasped.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches long. Yew. It's a wonder how this should happen. Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard... I think you'll do great things, Mr. Potter... …Anyway, the mysterious man who can’t even be named has done great things — terrible things, but big things.”

"It's fate's choice," Ian handed Harry the packed wand, "and it's your choice for the wand."

Ian smiled, winked at Harry, and bowed slightly: "Seven galleons for the honor."

Harry left the wand shop in a daze, forgetting to ask why Ian could find this wand for him at once.

Meeting Harry made Ian very happy this week - in fact, Ian has met many young wizards in these days, all of whom are his future classmates.

Hermione, for example, was chosen by a grapevine wand.

When Mr. Ollivander was looking for the wand, she kept asking Ian: "Are there really fire dragons? Where do they live? How do you get their heart tendons?"

"How does a wand choose its master?"

"Are you a Muggle? No one in my family knows magic, so I was shocked when I received my admission letter."

Okay, very energetic little girl.

And Malfoy's mother Narcissa, who bought a bunch of wands back for Malfoy to choose from - and then sent the rest back.

She was also surprised by Ian's presence, but it had to be said that she was much more polite than Malfoy and Hermione.

The Weasleys didn't come, and Ron inherited Charlie's old wand.Although the Weasleys had a good relationship with the Heseltines, they didn't want to bother Ian with giving him a half-cent discount.