Wizarding Journey from Hogwarts

Ollivanders, the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

The shop was small and shabby, with a solitary wand placed on the faded cushions in the window. The gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off its paint and read: Ollivanders, has been making exquisite wands since 380 BC.

In the small shop at this time, two figures, one large and one small, were selecting wands.

After the boy chose the right wand, the shop owner Ollivander immediately shouted excitedly and murmured to himself, "Wonderful, really wonderful."

"Amazing?" The young man was a little confused. "What makes you feel amazing?"

Ollivander wrapped his wand and stared at the boy with his pale, colorless eyes.

"Every wand I sell I remember, Mr. Potter, that there were two wands with cores that came from two tail feathers of the same phoenix."

"One of the wands was the one you chose, and its brother gave you this scar."

"Mr. Potter, you will accomplish great things, for the brother's master of this wand has done great things, terrible things, but great things nonetheless."

Harry heard something about his scar and couldn't help but wanted to ask something more, but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

When Hagrid saw the person coming, he immediately became nervous. He took half a step forward and placed Harry faintly behind him. His hand as big as a cattail leaf fan was also on the handle of the umbrella.

At this time, it was Jean and Cecil who came in. They entered the store. Cecil saw Hagrid's reaction and paid no attention to it. He just glanced at Harry's lightning scar.

Harry saw a young man about his own age coming in, and guessed that he was a student in the same class as him.

"Welcome, Cecil, long time no see and this strange little guest."

Seeing the two of them, the shop owner Ollivander took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello Ollivander, this is Jean Wardmod. I would like to buy a wand."

Ollivander came to Gene, and the silver tape measure flew out of his pocket, "Hello Mr. Wardmod, which arm do you prefer to use?"

"Right hand."

As Gene answered, the tape measure went from his shoulder to his fingertips, from his wrist to his elbow, from his shoulder to the floor, and from his knees to his armpits.

Slowly, the tape measure began to measure strange data such as head circumference and the distance between the nostrils.

During the measurement process, Ollivander had already walked to the container and pulled out several long boxes.

Gene seriously suspected that the so-called measurement data was just his own bad taste.

"Every Ollivander's wand contains super powerful magical substances, which is also the essence of the wand."

Ollivander took out several long boxes, "We usually use unicorn tail feathers, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves, and each Ollivander's wand is unique because of the core material. It’s not exactly the same.”

Saying this, he opened the long box and handed out the first wand.

"Try this one, twelve and a quarter inches, willow wood, phoenix tail feathers, great potential."

Gene took the wand and "fluoresced"

A ball of light the size of a basketball appeared at the tip of the stick, raising the brightness of the entire store by several levels.

"It's unbelievable. This is the first time I've seen a little wizard who hasn't entered school be able to cast spells so easily."

Ollivander was very excited to see the excellent feedback from the wand he made.

Harry, who was watching from the sidelines, was shocked by the novelty of seeing the curse. The boy in front of him of the same age had actually left him far behind in the field of magic.

Next to him, Hagrid secretly thought something was wrong. He was witnessing the rise of a young Death Eater with outstanding talents. He had to go back and tell Dumbledore about this.

Cecil didn't react at all, as he expected.

Ignoring everyone's reactions, Gene carefully felt the feeling of the wand when casting spells.

Compared with the elm thunderbird tail feather wand that has been with me for three years, the feedback of this wand when casting spells is not much different, and the good is limited.

After making sure, Jean handed the wand back, "Although this one is good, it's not the best. Please help me change it."

Ollivander was stunned. In his opinion, this was already a very suitable wand.

"Are you sure you don't want him? He has already chosen you."

"Maybe, but I didn't choose him."

Ollivander did not expect such an answer. The guest in front of him, who was obviously an extremely picky guest, picked up another wand again.

"Fourteen inches, cedar, dragon's heartstrings, deeply insightful."

Jean took the wand and used Fluorescent Flash again. The feedback from the wand was not much different from the previous one, and it was also limited in its effectiveness.

In the next ten minutes, Gene tried dozens of wands, but none of them were able to choose the most suitable one, and none of them reached a level beyond the one he was currently using.

The two Harrys on the side also forgot what they were here for at this time. They only felt that they were trapped in a puzzle game and couldn't extricate themselves. Which wand would Jean choose?

After a few minutes of rummaging through the cabinets, Ollivander selected another wand, which he made more than ten years ago. Several guests had tried it before, but when they held the wand, they all seemed to become Squib, no response.

He was now very curious about this little guest. In his opinion, every one of the wands he had tried just now was suitable, but every one was rejected.

He couldn't help but suspect that what he said about a wand choosing its owner seemed to be reversed with this little guest.

While Ollivander was looking for the screening wand, Gene and Harry finally said hello. The two people closest to Voldemort communicated for the first time in the small store.

It's just that one knows nothing and the other knows too much.

Ollivander took out the long box and blew away the dust. Inside was a dark wand with a vine-carved handle.

"Thirteen and one-half inches, fir, dragon's heartstrings, cold and powerful, formidable."

Jean took the wand and used Fluorescent Flash again. In an instant, there was no feeling of obstruction, like mercury flowing down the ground, silky and smooth.

In just an instant, a huge ball of light illuminated every corner of the store like daylight, like a small sun.

The wand is like an extension of his arm, waving and casting spells is like directing it with his arm.

"This is it."

Jean decisively paid ten gold galleons, and then put the wand into his arms.

"Mr. Wardmod, I need to remind you."

Just as Jean was about to leave, Ollivander stopped him because he felt that this wand was not suitable for sale to a young wizard.

"This wand is a bit too powerful. Even other fir dragon heartstring wands are far incomparable. You need to stay focused at all times, strengthen your mind, and be firm in your goals."

Gene smiled, "That's exactly who I am now."