Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Autumn night of 1979.

London, Charing Cross, Diagon Alley.

A figure gently placed the baby's cradle in front of a small and shabby shop. The moonlight shone in the shop window, and a solitary wand lay on a faded purple cushion.

Right above the window, a peeling gold-lettered sign hangs - "Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC."

The figure looked in a hurry, as if he had just experienced a battle. The cloak on his body was in tatters, and even the hood was stained with grass clippings.

He took out a letter from his arms and put it into the cradle, glanced at the sleeping baby, gently knocked on the store door, and then waved his wand, making a crisp "pop" sound and disappeared in place.

The pleasant sound of wind chimes came, and an old man in his sixties or seventies opened the store door. He had a pair of silver-white eyes and half-length hair with some gray.

The old man discovered the cradle on the ground, doubtfully picked up the letter next to the baby, and tore open the envelope with fingers as dry as wood.

The lettering on the letter paper was scattered, and it was clearly a hastily written message.

Dear Garrick:

It happened suddenly, so I'm sorry that I didn't have time to meet you.

I have to tell you this extremely frustrating news. Just tonight, we found your son and daughter-in-law. They seemed to have been seriously injured in previous operations and were unable to escape the attacks of those Death Eaters.

When we arrived, they had already lost their precious lives.

Fortunately, we were still in time to save this lovely child. He has a pair of silver eyes unique to your family, just like the moonlight tonight.

I wish everything is well.

Yours faithfully,c·d

The old man gently wiped away the tears that had appeared in the corners of his eyes and turned his gaze to the baby in the cradle.

What he didn't expect was that the baby had woken up at some point and was staring at him with a confused look on his face. His eyes were not what a baby should look like.

Even though old Ollivander was well-informed, he was still shocked and trembled.

Just like the poorly written beginning of an online novel, this unusual baby is another little butterfly that comes from time to time and is worshiped by its parents.

The little baby seemed to realize something, and was stunned for a moment. Then he closed his eyes, his mouth tightened, and his breath fell from his pubic area.

"Woo...wow!!!"

Crying loudly is the reaction a baby should have.

Garrick Ollivander blocked his ears with one hand, picked up the cradle with the other and walked into the store.

An old man and a young child walked through the front hall. The baby in the cradle quietly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.

Rows of dusty shelves lined both sides of the overcrowded aisle, and thousands of narrow cardboard boxes were stacked in a haphazard manner, almost to the ceiling.

The baby seemed to be in some discomfort and could not continue to cry. He looked away slightly with trembling, no longer looking at the messy shelves.

Old Ollivander took the baby and pushed open a simple wooden door behind the shelf, but there was a strange world inside.

Entering from the mouth, it is extremely narrow at first, and then you can reach people. After walking for dozens of steps, you suddenly become enlightened.

Completely opposite to the narrow and cramped shop outside, the Ollivander family's inner house is what the three major arms families in the European wizarding world should look like.

Different from traditional British aristocratic old houses, there are not many Baroque-style gold and silver decorations here, but granite and marble are used as a combination, which does not look out of the ordinary.

Amidst the solemnity and silence, bursts of heavy feeling of history came over the place.

The flames in the fireplace exuded bursts of warmth, and the enchanted candles floated in the air, lighting up the entire living room.

An eye-catching velvet tapestry covers an entire wall, with gold and silver threads outlining a thick olive tree with criss-crossing branches and a name written on each leaf.

Above the trees, in the center of the tapestry, is the Ollivanders' crest - an olive branch surrounding a wand.

Old Ollivander squinted his eyes and read the names on the genealogy carefully, pondered for a moment, lowered his head, and muttered to himself in a soft tone.

"Names starting with the letter 'g' are not enough..."

Apparently, Ollivander Sr., who became a grandfather for the first time, was reluctant to choose a repetitive name, such as "Garrick Ollivander II", "Graves Ollivander Jr." or "Jr.

Galen Ollivander" or something like that.

After thinking for a long time, he seemed to have an idea.

glenn olivander.

Naturally, the baby couldn't object, even if the name reminded him of an American TV show called "The Walking Dead."

At night, old Ollivander slowly fell asleep.

Glenn, who had just received a new name, naturally couldn't sleep.

, has rich theoretical knowledge, but as an ordinary 996 social animal, it still takes some time to accept the experience of a big girl getting on the sedan chair for the first time.

After carefully sorting out the fragmented information after waking up, Glenn gradually deduced the current situation.

Whether it's the "ollivander" outlined in golden thin lines on the family tree tapestry, or the store furnishings that are exactly the same as in the movie, it all tells him clearly——

This is the magical world of Harry Potter.

The only thing that needs to be confirmed is which node on the sacred timeline this moment is.

In Glenn's mind, his grandfather's appearance slowly overlapped with that of Mr. Ollivander in the Philosopher's Stone movie.

It seems...a little bit younger.

It seems that if nothing unexpected happens, now is the time when the chosen savior has just been born.

"A descendant of "Harry Potter"... It's obviously a low-demon world, but the level of danger is still so high. It's really not a good place..."

Glenn looked at the stars outside the window and curled his lips.

"Oh...it's already here..." he sighed softly, "I can't leave anymore, so let's make do with it for now."

The famous four great tolerances.

Even though we are here, it is not easy to celebrate the New Year. We are still children.

Glenn smiled to himself.

Danger is danger, but it won't be a big problem in a short period of time. Just rely on your golden finger to predict the plot and go to school honestly.

Although I don't have the aura of a protagonist, as long as I don't risk my life and do stupid things like challenging the three-headed dog of hell, participating in the Triwizard Tournament, and raiding the Department of Mysteries, it's safe to just go about my life.

When it's almost time for the noseless monster to resurrect, he can exchange gold galleons for some pounds, take his old man to Beijing's Haidian to buy a few houses, and retire honorably early before the age of 18, and concentrate on being a charterer.

Can I graduate?

unimportant.

Magic is enough.

As for the boy who survived, let him slowly save the world.

Hmm...pleasant.

Glenn, who was lying in the cradle, turned over and fell asleep with a beautiful vision for the future.

...

After a year and a half, I finally published the book after being warned by the big guys in the group.

As a deadbeat who didn’t even get a contract for my last book, it’s really touching that after a year and a half, people still remember me and vote for my old book.

In fact, writing about Harry Potter is not very popular among the younger generation. The reason why I want to write it is to pay off the debt of the old book...

Finally, I still have to appeal for the genuine version! Anyway, this is the public period, and there is no charge. Next Qidian app, give me a free recommendation vote, there are no pop-up ads, and you can also chat in the chapter comments, isn't it great?