Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

When I returned to the wand shop, it was back to the messy appearance it had before Glenn sorted it out, with wand cartons randomly placed in a haphazard manner.

Glenn pinched his eyebrows and followed his grandfather to the restaurant.

Charles has prepared dinner.

No fish and chips, no stargazing pie.

In one year, this house elf who had served the Ollivander family for more than 20 years had an unprecedented improvement in his cooking skills.

Although the dishes on the table are ordinary, they are particularly exquisite.

Glenn looked at his grandfather in confusion.

Old Ollivander looked at him with a smile and explained.

"Ever since I tasted your cooking, Charles's cooking skills have become a bit hard to swallow." He spread his hands, "After you left, I had to ask Charles to hone his cooking skills. I didn't expect the effect to be so good."

good."

Charles, who was eavesdropping on the side, showed a proud smile.

Glenn sat at the table and took a bite of the pan-fried salmon sprinkled with black pepper and sea salt.

The fish meat is soft and waxy, moderately salty, and cleverly masked by black pepper, it does not leave a trace of fishy smell, but has a faint lemon fragrance.

"You added lemon juice? Expert!"

He gave a thumbs up and praised without hesitation.

Charles grinned even more proudly.

Old Ollivander also sat down to enjoy his supper.

"Because you haven't had any magic riots before, you haven't been taught the knowledge of wands."

The two of them ate quietly for a while, and then the grandfather suddenly spoke.

"When I come back this time, it's time to start learning these things."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Glenn nodded in agreement without hesitation.

This book was within his plan, and he had seen many books left by his family in the library over the years.

Although I didn’t have the opportunity to try it myself, I still have a solid grasp of theoretical knowledge.

Old Ollivander saw that he was in high spirits and couldn't help but smile with relief.

For an old man who has focused on the wand business for most of his life, what could make him happier than passing on his skills?

Glenn suddenly remembered something, swallowed the snack in his mouth, went to the suitcase in the room and took out a wand that was broken into two pieces, and returned to the restaurant.

This was something he went to Hagrid specifically to ask for before leaving Hogwarts.

Although in theory, there was no other way to repair it except the repair spell cast by the Elder Wand, Glenn still had a glimmer of hope.

Old Ollivander held the wand in his hand and his pupils shrank slightly.

This wand hurt me really badly.

"16 inches, oak, with a dragon heartstring core... If I remember correctly, this should be Rubeus Hagrid's wand, right?"

Glenn nodded.

He naturally knew his grandfather's vision and had no intention of hiding it from him from the beginning.

"With this level of injury, can you still repair it?"

Old Ollivander showed a regretful expression and shook his head.

"As far as I know, I'm afraid this is an impossible task, especially when the magic power of the core of the wand has almost completely dissipated."

Glenn sighed softly, if even his grandfather said that, I'm afraid the only hope left is the Elder Wand.

Grandfather returned the two wand parts that were still barely connected together and said.

"As far as I know, Mr. Hagrid's wand was broken by a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Yes, Grandpa," Glenn replied.

"According to the law, even if we could, we should not repair his wand."

Old Ollivander continued.

Glenn shook his head: "You should know that Hagrid is by no means a bad person, and his expulsion was probably a misunderstanding. What's more, your old friend Mr. Scamander also left his wand behind after he was expelled.

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"What you said makes sense, but..."

Grandfather was thoughtful for a moment and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Glenn.

"It can't be repaired now anyway, so I plan to give him a new one. The Ministry of Magic only stipulates that you can't sell wands to people who have been expelled. It doesn't say that I can't give gifts."

He spread his hands and said nonchalantly.

Old Ollivander was stunned for a moment, then showed a doting smile.

"You are such a clever little kid! It's up to you."

Glenn smiled and carefully put away the broken wand. It was Hagrid's treasure. No matter whether it could be repaired or not, it would still have to be returned to him.

The grandfather and grandson had dinner, left it to Charles to clear the table, and then went to the workshop of the wand shop.

Grandfather planned to demonstrate the complete process of making a wand in front of him.

The workspace is not big, but it is very tidy, unlike the front hall where things are randomly stacked and messy.

The wooden workbench looks antique. Over the years, the wood has been polished to a slightly shiny finish, and there are still many marks left by carving knives on it.

On the right hand side is a storage shelf. Although there is no complicated pattern carving, the workmanship is solid and the materials are exquisite.

The shelf is divided into two areas. One side is neatly stacked with uniformly sized pieces of wood, and the other side is filled with glass bottles of various colors.

Inside the glass bottle is the wand core material.

Phoenix feathers, dragon heartstrings, and unicorn tail hairs are divided into categories and distinguished by different colors.

The obsessive-compulsive Glenn breathed a sigh of relief and stood behind his grandfather's seat.

Old Ollivander took out a brand new notebook from the drawer and handed it to him solemnly.

"Each generation of wandmakers of the Ollivander family will record their experiences from the first time they learn it until the end of their career."

His tone was serious and his voice was serious.

Glenn nodded vigorously.

"The notes of our ancestors are all placed in the library. I believe you have read them all. You can also look at my copy at any time."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Glenn bowed slightly and held the notebook that represented inheritance tightly.

Old Ollivander smiled slightly, turned around and sat down, taking a piece of wood.

Glenn looked at it carefully and judged its material based on the color and texture.

"Cedar wood," my grandfather turned around and said with a smile, "according to what I know about Mr. Hagrid, cedar wood is as suitable for his character as oak wood. Of course, this is not necessarily completely accurate."

Glenn understood clearly and took notes.

Old Ollivander stopped smiling, his expression returned to seriousness, and the magic carving knife in his hand gently scratched along the center line of the wood.

A faint golden light flashed, splitting into two from the middle.

The cut surface is smooth and has no traces.

Grandfather changed to a slightly smaller carving knife and cut out a semicircular groove in the same position of the two halves of wood for fusing the core of the staff.

He took a green glass bottle, waved his wand, pulled out the dragon heartstring inside, and landed it on half of the grooves.

When the core of the stick was stable, he closed the two halves of the wood and muttered softly.

"The staff is restored!"

(There is no official setting for the wand making process, it can only be made privately based on imagination.)