Hogwarts School of the Dark Arts

Ebony, Thestral tail hair, nine and a quarter inches.

Laurel, phoenix feather, nine and a quarter inches.

Willow, Dragon's Nerve, eight and three-quarter inches.

Here are the three final wands that are best suited for Xavier.

At this point, Ollivander stopped interfering and let Xavier make the final choice.

Because these three combinations are very suitable for Xavier, the only difference is that they are suitable in different directions. Each of them is not perfect, and there is no perfect artificial product in the world.

Xavier felt that his work was not in vain. At least none of the three wands were nine inches as Ollivander thought during the initial test.

As for which one to choose, the most powerful wand is naturally the wand made of dragon nerves, while the phoenix tail feather wand can use the most diverse magics. As for the thestral tail feathers, it is better at magic that focuses on the mind and soul such as Legilimency. .

Xavier thought for three days and three nights before making the final decision - laurel wood and phoenix feathers.

Xavier thought about choosing the non-mainstream Thestral tail hair, which is the core material of the Elder Wand.

But Ollivander didn't have any extra Thestral tail hair, and it was completely unknown when he would get it.

And Xavier later had second thoughts, couldn't he just find a way to get the Elder Wand in the future?

Emmm...

Although this is impossible no matter how you think about it, the Elder Wand has always been in the hands of Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the wizarding world. It is impossible to obtain it. It is very possible to borrow it and appreciate it. Maybe a box of lemons Olaf can do it.

So Xavier bought a bunch of candies before going to the station, both from the wizarding and Muggle communities.

"Sir, we've arrived at King's Cross Station."

"Oh, yes, thank you."

Xavier, who was relaxing in the back seat, opened his eyes and paid the fare, then got out of the car with the owl cage and took out his suitcase from the trunk.

Taking the ticket out of his pocket and confirming again that it was indeed platform nine and three-quarters, Xavier put the owl cage on the suitcase and pulled the suitcase towards the station.

Platform one, platform two, platform three...

Just as he was about to reach the ninth platform, Xavier suddenly saw a familiar little boy pushing a trolley in front of him running towards him.

"Hello, senior, my name is Harry, Harry 6 Potter, can you tell me where platform nine and three quarters is? I can't find it." Harry said breathlessly.

Xavier blinked, looked at his clothes and then at the wizard robe he was wearing, and suddenly understood.

Xavier met Harry when he lived in Diagon Alley and had a relationship with Harry. At that time, Xavier was discussing the details of the wand with Ollivander.

Maybe it was because of that meeting and his clothes at the moment that Harry had this misunderstanding.

"I'm also a freshman...but I probably know where the platform is. I asked about it when I was shopping in Diagon Alley."

"Then...can you tell me?"

"Of course, after all, I have to take a bus, so come with me."

Xavier wasn't lying, he really asked.

Taking Harry to a wall, Xavier motioned to Harry.

"This is it. Go through it and you will enter platform nine and three-quarters."

"Put...through?"

"I was surprised when I first learned about it, but...we are all wizards who are about to enter a magic school to study magic, aren't we?"

Xavier patted Harry on the shoulder. He was much taller than Harry.

"If you don't even believe in the existence of magic, then naturally you can't enter the magical world. And if you believe in magic, isn't it normal to walk through a wall?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xavier: "I believe in magic!"

"Then I'll wait for you at platform nine and three-quarters."

With that said, Xavier pulled the box and walked quickly towards the wall, and passed directly to the real platform nine and three-quarters.

Taking two steps forward and looking at the little wizards all around him, Xavier was filled with emotion.

"Hogwarts, I'll do it...Gan!"

Bang!

"Ah! Sorry, sorry...I..."

"I bet a pound you just had your eyes closed."

Xavier, who was lying in Harry's stroller, said angrily.

"I'm really sorry, Owen, I...I'm a little nervous, are you okay?"

"I feel like these two boxes are pinching me a little tight."

Harry quickly helped Xavier remove the boxes on both sides and pulled Xavier up.

After patting himself and straightening his clothes, Xavier went to find his box and owl cage five meters away.

"Are we going to get on the bus? Which carriage are we going to?"

"It's not written on the ticket, so we can just get into whichever car there is when we have time... Let's go."

The two of them walked along the front of the old steam locomotive toward the rear. The carriages in front seemed to be full, and there were heads popping out of every window.

It wasn't until the compartment near the rear of the car that the number of people finally started to decrease.

Along the way, in addition to wizards, there were kittens of various colors. They were not afraid of people at all, and even seemed a little indifferent.

"That's it. Do you need help?" Xavier asked after carrying the box into the carriage.

"No need..." Harry said as he lifted the box, but he failed: "Please help me, my box is too heavy."

"uh-huh."

After helping Harry move the box into the carriage, the two of them found an unoccupied compartment and sat down.

Both of them breathed heavily and rested for a long time. Their boxes were actually not light.

After resting for a while, Xavier took out a handful of candies from his pocket and handed them to Harry.

"Eat some candy."

"Thank you."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Xavier, Xavier?6?1 Owen. I grew up in the Muggle world."

"Muggle?"

"Just ordinary people who don't understand magic."

"But you seem to know a lot about the wizarding world... at least a lot more than I do, and I also grew up in the Muggle world."

"Oh, that's because I lived in Diagon Alley for a month and a half. I grew up in an orphanage, and after receiving my acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I also received a letter from my parents' vault in Gringotts. They left me some money for the key, so I didn’t want to go back to the orphanage, so I stayed in a hotel in Diagon Alley.”

Harry:! ! !

And this kind of operation? !

"Then we are very similar. My parents also left me some money...but I have been living at my uncle's house...but they treated me very badly. Maybe I should have gone to live in an orphanage. The environment there should be very good. Right?" Harry asked.

"It's okay. We live in a dormitory. Children under five years old share a room of four, and older children share a room of two, but the space is not big."

"That's great. I have to live in a cupboard under the stairs at my uncle's house."

Harry looked at Xavier enviously and put a candy into his mouth.

"My name is Harry, Harry 6 Potter."

"My name is Ron, Ron?6?1 Weasley."