[hp]Little Daisy and Big Tail Wolf

After coming out of Gringotts, Daisy had almost adjusted her mood. She pretended to be happy and said to the two children: "Okay, let's start shopping now, and I will take you to Madam Malkin's first." Robe shop, where you measure and order clothes, and I will buy you textbooks and other school supplies."

Harry was still sullen, and Daisy patted his head with a smile and said: "Be happy, young man, everything you do now is what your parents did before entering school, and every step you take now is the same. They walked by. You have to remember, they will always be by your side, understand?"

Harry nodded with a slight smile. Although the eye circles were still red, the sadness in his eyes had dissipated a lot.Amy pursed her lips in feigned displeasure and said, "Mom, I doubt that Harry was born by you. You treat Harry much better than me. I'm jealous!"

Harry and Daisy looked at each other and smiled, each took Amy's hand and walked forward.

After making clothes and buying textbooks and tools, it was already noon. Daisy decided to have lunch in Diagon Alley, and then go to buy a wand after eating. Hagrid was with them.

"Mom, where did Hagrid go? I'm so hungry, why hasn't he come yet?" When ordering food, Hagrid suddenly said that he would go out to buy something, but now that lunch has been served, Hagrid hasn't come back yet. Amy, who was so hungry all morning, "cuckoo" asked Daisy while looking at the food on the table.

"Yeah, why haven't you come yet?" Harry also echoed Amy with hunger, and said weakly, his eyes kept looking outside the door, and when he saw Hagrid's big figure appearing in the distance, His eyes lit up, "Hagrid is back!"

Amy turned her head sharply, only to see Hagrid struggling to walk through the crowd, but kept his hands behind him.After a while, Hagrid appeared in front of them.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Hagrid blushed a little, and subconsciously wanted to scratch his hair, but found that there were no free hands, so he laughed "hehehe" a few times, and then said embarrassingly : "Harry, Amy, I want to give you a gift, just as a birthday gift and a school entrance gift for you, I hope you like it."

After speaking, Hagrid took out the two hands hidden behind his back, holding a cage containing a snow owl in his left hand, and a cage containing a black short-eared cat in his right hand.His two beetle-like eyes rolled around, embarrassed to look at Harry and Amy, but he always glanced at Harry and Amy expectantly from time to time.

Hagrid's cute expression made Harry and Amy very happy. They looked at each other and jumped at Hagrid, the cage in his hand, cheering.Amy hugged the black cat cage and said to Harry with a smile, "Harry, do you think we have lost money?"

Harry cut a piece of steak to feed the snowy owl, nodded and said, "I feel bad too."

Hagrid rubbed his hands at a loss, and said with some disappointment and embarrassment: "I don't know what you like, but I chose it carefully. Well, if you don't like it, I'll change it."

"Who said I don't like it?" Amy held the cage and looked at Hagrid vigilantly, "You are not allowed to take it back! I just feel that it is a shame that the birthday gift and the entrance gift are the same gift. Harry, what about you? You If you don't like to give Xue Xiao to me, I just happen to have two gifts."

Harry didn't even raise his head and gave Amy a blank look: "It's a good idea, Hagrid gave it to me, I like it very much, don't think about it!"

Hearing that Harry and Amy said they liked it, Hagrid was so happy that he couldn't find his eyes. He said happily, "As long as you like it, just like it. Then this will be your birthday present, and I'll wait for you to go." Hogwarts, I will send you an entrance gift again."

"Oh, Hagrid, that's very kind of you." "Hagrid, thank you very much."

Hagrid was dazzled by the two pairs of pure star eyes, he nodded in a daze, and grinned stupidly.

And Daisy, who had been smiling and watching the interaction between the two children and Hagrid, couldn't help shaking her head amusedly. These two children knew how to bully honest people.After thanking Hagrid politely, she stopped the two children who kept teasing their pets, and the four happily finished their lunch.

After lunch, Hagrid returned to Hogwarts first, while Daisy took the two children to the last stop of the day - Ollivander's Wand Shop.

It was a small, dilapidated shop with peeling gold letters on the door, which read: Ollivander, fine wand maker since 380 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

"Mom, this house won't...is there any problem?" Amy pulled Daisy's sleeves, looked at the store that obviously looked like a dilapidated house, and said with some concern.Harry frowned too, and nodded worriedly.

"The houses in the wizarding world are not so fragile." Daisy said lightly, leading Harry and Amy into the store.

As they entered the shop there was a tinkling of bells from somewhere at the back of the shop.The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.Harry and Amy began to look in wonder at the thousands of long, narrow cartons stacked almost to the ceiling.The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that mysterious magic is hidden.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice suddenly sounded in the quiet room, both Harry and Amy were startled.With a creaking sound, an escalator appeared in front of them, and an old man stood on the escalator. The old man's two big light-colored eyes shone in the dark room, looking scary.Amy leaned closer to Harry unconsciously. Harry felt his fear and held her hand tightly.

"Hello," Harry said defensively, summoning up his courage.

"Oh yes," said the old man, not minding Harry's attitude, as he slowly descended the escalator, "Yes, yes, 11 years, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter. You look exactly like your father and have the same eyes as your mother. It seems like only yesterday when she came here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker Yes, swish and swish, and a fine wand for magic."

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry, and Harry wished he would blink, his silvery eyes made Harry's hair stand on end, but he knew Amy was more scared than he was, so he bit the bullet and talked to Ollivander. Levande looked at each other, keeping Amy behind him.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, stronger, and perfect for Transfiguration. I said your father liked it—actually, of course. The wand is choosing its wizard."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer and closer to Harry, almost touching his nose to Harry's face.Harry had already seen his own shadow reflected in the old man's cloudy eyes, and he wanted to avoid Ollivander's overstretched hand, but Amy was behind him, so he had to turn his head slightly. "Oh, this is..." Mr. Ollivander tried to touch the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his long pale fingers.

Amy looked at that terrifying and strange old man who dared to touch Harry!The little girl was angry, she was pulled back by the hand held by Harry, pulled Harry behind her, raised her head and said to Mr. Ollivander: "Sir, I think we are here to buy a wand .can we start choosing our own wands?"

Ollivander turned a blind eye to Amy's hostile gaze, and his eyes were still fixed 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. Yew. Strong, very strong, and it fell into the wrong hands... ...if only I had known that this wand would have done something like this when it was finished..."

"Mr. Ollivander, I don't think we are here to reminisce about the past." Daisy stopped Ollivander's next words and walked in front of Ollivander, "Can we start letting these two children choose wands? ?”

Ollivander slowly shifted his gaze to Daisy, and still said in a soft voice: "Miss Evans, it's been a long time. I still remember your wand, which symbolizes beauty, the power of love and the power of the heart. Rosewood, and a unicorn core... is it okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, it's good. Shall we start? I remember we came to buy wands." Daisy looked at Ollivander with a half-smile and said.

Ollivander turned slowly, and said in a low voice, "Of course, I remember every wand I've ever sold. A lot of people think the wizard chooses the wand, but the wand chooses its wizard. Which one of you?" first come?"

"Me." Harry said first.

"Which arm do you use your wand?"

"Oh—oh, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Raise your arm, let's measure the size first, okay." He said while measuring, "Every Ollivander wand has a super strong magical substance, which is its essence, Mr. Potter .We used unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Every Ollivander wand is unique as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly alike. Of course, if you use It would never work so well if you took a wand that should have belonged to another wizard."

After measuring the size, Mr. Ollivander was walking through the shelves, busy picking out some long boxes and moving them down.

Harry had to foolishly wave the wand Ollivander handed him over and over again, and soon the pile of tried wands piled higher and higher on the bench.But the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelf, the happier he seemed to be, while Harry was not at all happy, even annoyed, because his arm was sore.

"A discerning customer, right? It doesn't matter, I think, you can always find the ideal, the perfect, the most suitable for you - let me think about it - oh, there is! How can it not be - extraordinary A combination of holly, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. Not bad, and pliable."

Harry took the wand, feeling a sudden heat in his fingertips.He held his wand high above his head, swished it down, and saw a streak of red light across the dusty air, and the top of the wand shot like fireworks, dancing spots of light onto the walls.Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Oh, terrific, oh, really, terrific. Oh, oh, oh--that's marvelous! It's so marvelous!"

He put Harry's wand into the box, wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying, "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Harry didn't bother to say anything anymore, and watched Ollivander wrapping his wand speechlessly.Trying wands, he felt, was more tiring than anything he had done this morning.

But Ollivander obviously didn't care if anyone was interested in what he said, and he still said in a soft voice: "I remember every wand I sold, Mr. Potter, and I remember every wand I sold." Remember. Well, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other tail feather made the other. You were meant to use this wand, and its brother—well, it was Its brother gave you that scar."

Amy gasped and looked at Harry worriedly, and Harry looked at the box in his hand in shock.Daisy patted Harry's head comfortingly, and said to Ollivander who was about to say something else: "Mr. Ollivander, it's my daughter's turn."

"Oh, sure. So this—"

"My name is Amy Evans."

Ollivander nodded, and was not surprised that Amy changed her mother's surname. He asked Amy which hand she used to use. After measuring the size, Amy started waving it over and over again just like Harry. The wand that Ollivander offered.Seeing that the wands she had tried piled up almost as high as Harry's tried, she finally found a wand that suited her.

As soon as she touched this wand, she felt a warm current spread from her fingers to all parts of her body, making her so comfortable that she couldn't help but want to sigh softly.Amy waved her wand impatiently, and a clear wolf howl came out. A silver-gray wolf-shaped mist burst out from the top of the wand, circled Amy twice, and disappeared into the air.

Daisy's face suddenly became ugly, and the other three people who were paying attention to the wand did not notice Daisy's abnormality.

"Another extraordinary combination." Ollivander looked at Amy complicatedly and said, "It is also the rosewood wood that symbolizes beauty, the power of love and the heart, but the inner core is the hair donated voluntarily by a werewolf. This wand symbolizes The power of love and protection."

"Didn't you say that the wand is made of unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves? Why isn't mine?" Amy asked strangely. Of course, she liked his wand very much. For some reason, she always I feel that her wand is warm and comfortable.

"In fact, the inner core of the wand is still made of dragon heart tendons, snake nerves, and even veela hair, but there are relatively few. And the werewolf hair is the only one I made, maybe you can touch it in the future As for the werewolf who provided this hair, maybe you have some fate with him that you don't know about..."

Daisy's face turned pale, and she abruptly interrupted Ollivander: "I'm sorry, how much should I pay you?"

"Oh, it's 14 Galleons in total." After Ollivander collected the money, he said to Harry and Amy who walked to the door, "Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, please remember to use your money well." A wand is a wizard's most loyal companion."

After Harry and Amy stopped and turned around to say thanks, they trotted to catch up with Daisy who was walking fast ahead.At this time, they had already noticed that Daisy's face was so pale that there was no blood at all, and her walking steps were a little messy.

Amy and Harry supported her worriedly from left to right, and said in unison: "Mom/Mother Daisy, what's wrong with you?"

Daisy forced a smile: "I'm fine, I feel a little uncomfortable, let's go home quickly."

After returning home, Harry and Amy felt sorry for Daisy, but they couldn't cook, so they called for takeaway.But Daisy was not in the mood to eat, and Harry and Amy looked at her worried eyes, so she had to force herself to eat something casually, and then followed Harry and Amy's instructions and went back to the room to rest.

Daisy couldn't sleep at all, too many things happened today, Lily's letter, Amy's wand, these two things made her very upset, and she couldn't tell the children.Daisy lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, suffering in pain.

She really couldn't stand it anymore, and she disapparated directly, regardless of whether she was still wearing pajamas.