Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When Draco got his father's approval as he wished, Allen and his party also arrived at Ollivander's wand shop.

The shop is small and dilapidated, and the gold lettering on the door has peeled off, and it is faintly visible: Ollivander, fine wand making since 382 BC.

A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

They opened the door and went in, and then there was a tinkling of bells in the shop.

The store is small, with thousands of long and narrow boxes stacked on both sides, almost reaching the ceiling.

This also makes the store look more crowded, except for the bar, there is only one bench for customers to wait.

Hagrid made way for Dumbledore and Edward on the bench, and stood on his own, blocking one side like a hill.

The two children looked at each other, trying their best to suppress the strange feeling in their hearts.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice said, startling Harry and Hagrid.

Allen also jumped in his heart, but it was only the calmness he had maintained all year round that made him look up gracefully.

An old man stood on the ladder and slid almost silently to the bar.

An old man stood before them, his big pale eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

The old man was obviously a little rough, with messy white hair and casual clothes, only a pair of bright and pure eyes, like two shining moons.

He scanned the shop, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Oh, Dumbledore! Hagrid!"

Dumbledore also greeted Ollivander, "Garrick! I brought these two children to buy wands."

Adhering to the principle of "no matter what", Edward sat on the side gently and politely, playing the role of a sculpture dutifully.

Allen pulled down his hood and saluted very gentlemanly, "Excuse me sir, Harry and I are here to buy wands!"

Ollivander looked at him, and immediately saw Harry beside him.

This direct gaze made Harry very cautious. He wondered if he should say something, and said, "Hello."

"Oh yes," said Ollivander, "I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter. Your eyes are like your mother's.

It seemed like yesterday that she had come here to buy her first wand.

Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, swishes well when waved, and makes a fine wand for enchantments. "

Mr. Ollivander came up to Harry,

"Your father is different. He prefers mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible and stronger, and perfect for Transfiguration.

I said your father liked it - actually, of course the wand chooses its wizard. "

Mr. Ollivander moved closer and closer to Harry, his nose almost touching his face, and he stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his pale fingers.

This clearly exceeds social distancing.

And with a strange look.

Allen pulled Harry back a few steps abruptly, and restrained himself, "Mr. Ollivander, can we choose a wand?"

Harry gave him a grateful look.

Ollivander looked at Allen, didn't say anything, and returned to the bar neatly, "Then, which one of you will come first."

Allen and Harry looked at each other, raised their eyes and said, "I'll go first."

"Oh, oh! So... what's the name?"

Alderfand was a little annoyed, and he realized that he still didn't know the child's name.

"Alan Cornwall."

"Well, little Mr. Cornish, which hand do you have?"

"Right hand, sir!"

Ollivander took out a soft ruler and let the ruler begin to measure Alan's body values.

Although he didn't understand the relationship between the body value and the choice of wand, Alan finished all the measurements very cooperatively.

The unusual Mr. Ollivander had retreated into the background, looking for his wand.

He handed the wand to Allen tremblingly, "Try this?"

But before Allen took it, he snatched the wand away.

After repeating this more than thirty times, Allen helplessly repeated this slightly silly action again and again.

Edward narrowed his eyes somewhat dissatisfied.

Mr. Ollivander became more and more excited, and he exclaimed strangely, "Ah! A fussy guest!"

He paced up and down by himself, muttering something, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked into the back shop.

Allen Edward, "…"

Are people in the wizarding world this crazy?

Edward began to worry about whether Alan could handle this group of mentally disturbed wizards.

Looking at the boxes piled up beside him, Harry swallowed with some difficulty, not knowing what it would be like to try out the wand later.

Dumbledore explained sweetly, "The Ollivanders have been making wands for generations, and they're obsessed with it all.

I also want to congratulate Your Majesty, Alan has a very good talent-a little wizard with powerful magic power, it always takes more time to choose a wand. "

The crazy Mr. Ollivander came back soon, excitedly saying, "This one! It must be this one!"

He took out a slightly curved wand from the box, and handed it to Allen carefully, with deep expectation in his eyes, "Try this one?"

Allen was taken aback by his attitude, and took the wand carefully.

When his fingers touched the wand, it seemed as if he had reunited with his long-lost half body.

A warm and powerful force surged through his body, and he waved lightly according to his heart.

The magic wands thrown by Ollivander at random in the store repacked themselves into boxes as if they had life, and jumped back to their original shelves.

Allen was shocked by the effect, and looked at the wand in his hand hesitantly.

Edward was also extremely shocked. Although he had always witnessed Allen's uniqueness, it was the first time he had such an intuitive feeling——

His son, the crown prince of the country, is a wizard!

Ollivander seemed very moved, he couldn't help but took off his glasses and wiped his tears,

"This wand has been here for nearly a thousand years, finally! It has finally found its owner again!

"Son, you must be an accomplished person! Maybe one day, you will surpass all the sages!"

Dumbledore looked over calmly, his eyes behind half-moon lenses were obscure.

Allen looked at the wand. It was smooth and beautifully maintained. The handle of the wand was slightly worn, as if left by the previous owner.

Edward had mixed feelings in his heart.

First of all, Allen bought a second-hand item that could not be sold for a thousand years!

Secondly, Allen seems to be very speculative with that second-hand product!

But the boss didn't seem to be talking casually. Could it be that this second-hand wand was left by a very powerful senior wizard?

Thinking like this, he also asked like this.

Ollivander was taken aback, he firmly said,

"I don't know any more. This wand has been in the store since my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa was there. All I know is that his original owner was very powerful!"

He paused, "Very powerful!"

Edward: "..."

How can I believe that you don't know anything with such a determined look on your face.

Ollivander looked at Allen with a little apology again, "Ah, boy! For every wand sold from me, I will inform his owner of the material of the wand."

He looked cautious, "But yours, he is unique and powerful! I don't know his material, maybe one day, you will know it when you get along with him. Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard!"

"Seven Galleons, Mr. Cornwall. Then, next, Mr. Potter..."

Allen stood aside in a daze to make room for Harry.

Harry took a deep breath, took a step forward, and the tape measure flew over immediately, wandering over his body, measuring the data.

Mr. Ollivander was walking among the racks, picking out some long boxes to carry down.

"Try this one, Mr. Potter, then. Beech wood and dragon's heart nerve. Nine inches long. Good, very flexible. Give it a try."

Harry took the wand, thinking it was a silly gesture.

Why can't it just be taken from me like Prince Alan?

He thought a little angrily, and waved his wand.

With one wave, Mr. Ollivander immediately snatched the wand from his hand.

Then, it was like stepping back in time.

Ollivander kept handing Harry wands and taking them away.

The tried wands were piled high and high on the bench.Ollivander, too, was getting more and more excited.

"Another fussy customer!"

He walked around the bar and said to himself, "Oh, yes! Try this one?"

Harry took the wand, feeling a sudden heat in his fingertips.

He held his wand high above his head and swished it down through the dusty air.

I saw a burst of red light shooting out, gold stars shot out from the head of the wand like fireworks, and the beating spots of light were projected on the four walls.

"What a marvel...a marvelous combination, holly, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long...amazing..."

Hagrid clapped his hands in admiration, and Dumbledore blinked slightly.

In such a celebratory atmosphere, Edward and Allen seemed to be passers-by who shouldn't exist.

They sat aside calmly, watching this wonderful seminar.

"Excuse me," said Harry, "what's so strange to you?"

Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with pale, colorless eyes.

"I remember every wand I ever sold, Mr Potter. I remember every wand.

"Well, one of the two tail feathers of the same phoenix made this wand, and the other made another wand."

He glanced at Dumbledore. "It was his brother, Thirteen and a Half Inches, Yew, who gave you that scar."

Harry gasped.

"I think you'll do a great job, Mr Potter...

"Anyway, that mysterious man who can't even be named has done great things -- terrible things, but big things."

Allen was a little impatient.

He thought, maybe this is just an old madman.

Ollivander glanced at Allen, and said softly, "Seven Galleons, Mr. Potter."