Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"What a wonderful scene!"

Mrs. Longbottom was very happy, even the wrinkles on her face were smiling.

"Thank you so much, little Mr. Ollivander!" She also thanked Glenn without forgetting.

Glenn bowed slightly as a sign of courtesy and winked at Neville.

Neville felt much more relaxed and gave him a timid smile.

[Core character, Neville Longbottom, friendship level 10, exchange currency 1000.]

"Are the prices still the same, Mr. Ollivander?"

Mrs. Longbottom turned to old Ollivander and asked with a smile.

"Yes, Mrs. Longbottom. Still seven galleons."

The old woman took out a purse embroidered with red flowers from her bag, counted seven galleons from it, and lined them up on the counter.

"I haven't bought Neville's textbook yet, so I'll keep it soon." She gently touched Neville's head and said.

Glenn thoughtfully took the wand from Neville and put it back into the box.

Mrs. Longbottom pulled her grandson to the door, then turned back with a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"Can I ask you a little favor, little Mr. Ollivander?"

"Of course, please tell me."

Glenn seemed to have guessed something and nodded in agreement.

"Neville, this child, has been a bit introverted since he was a child. I have always been afraid that he would not find friends at Hogwarts..."

As the old woman spoke, Neville's face turned red again and he lowered his head like a little girl.

"Don't worry, the little wizards at Hogwarts are very friendly, and I will try my best to help him." Glenn glanced at him and said, his tone very relaxed.

[Core character, Neville Longbottom, friendship level 10, exchange currency 1000.]

Glenn was secretly happy. He was indeed a good-tempered Neville. He was simply a big prostitute and friendly person.

"Thank you very much!" Mrs. Longbottom seemed relieved and patted Neville gently again.

The chubby little boy whispered softly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" Glenn shrugged and smiled at him.

In the days after seeing off Neville's grandparents and grandchildren, many new students with familiar names arrived one after another.

Michael Corner;

Blaise Chabini;

Ernie MacMillan;

Lavender Brown

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Time has quickly come to the last day of July, which is an extraordinary day in the Harry Potter universe.

This was the first time that the savior star came into contact with the magical world since he became sensible.

Under the temptation of favorability and exchange coins, Glenn deliberately stayed in the store and waited for the little boy wearing glasses to arrive.

For some reason, the store was not too busy today. Only two or three little wizards came one after another to buy their first wand.

Glenn sat bored behind the counter, playing with his rosewood wand.

After a whole year of playing with the stick, the body of the stick has become more shiny and moist, and the dots of gold stars have become fuller.

At this time, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass showcase, a thin figure was walking quickly past.

The figure seemed to be trembling all the time. The robe on his body didn't seem to fit well. It was much wider than his body shape. A pair of arms were dangling back and forth in the sleeves.

There was something wrong with his face, it was a sickly pale color.

There is also a huge purple turban on the top of the head, tightly wrapping the entire back of the head.

Glenn's pupils shrank.

He knew this man.

Quilinus Quirrell, Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts.

Of course, if nothing else happens, he should have been confirmed to take over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year.

Glenn thought about today's date, and suddenly understood the purpose of his visit.

In fact, he also considered whether to remind Quirrell before the vacation to prevent him from going to the jungle of Albania, so that the remnant soul of His Highness the Dark Lord would suffer even more.

But after thinking about it again and again, he gave up this tempting idea.

My current strength is not enough to protect myself, let alone protect those around me.

If Voldemort rashly changes the direction of the plot and just stays in the forest, what if he finds a new way to resurrect?

So poor Professor Quirrell has no choice but to suffer again.

Glenn shook his head and sighed as the figure gradually faded away.

Not long after, the store door was gently opened, and the familiar sound of wind chimes was heard again.

"Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop!"

Glenn stood up and looked at the people coming in at the door, with a smile on his face.

There was a huge contrast in the stature of the two people. One was thin and small, but the other had to bend down to barely walk through the door.

The boy, who was wearing a large old T-shirt, glasses, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, took two steps forward.

He nodded timidly at Glenn and couldn't help but look at the shelves behind him and around him.

"Good afternoon, Hagrid!" Glenn greeted the giant familiarly and winked with a smile.

Hagrid grinned and sat down on the bench in the store.

The old bench immediately started to groan, as if complaining about Hagrid's weight.

Old Ollivander also walked out from behind the shelves and was slightly startled when he saw the person coming.

"Oh, yes," he came back to his senses, his tone seemed to be a little surprised, "Yes, yes, I know I will see you soon, Harry Potter."

Harry looked puzzled and couldn't help turning his head to look at Hagrid.

Hagrid shook his head slightly, with a smile on his face.

Being frightened by Mr. Ollivander's facial recognition is an experience that every little wizard should have.

Grandfather looked at him with a smile and continued: "Your eyes are just like your mother's. It seems like yesterday that she came here to buy her first wand."

He repeated Harry's parents' wands just like in the original book, then stepped forward and gently touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his fingers.

I have to say that for an 11-year-old child, being pulled by an old man with silver eyes and saying a bunch of weird things is hard not to leave some psychological shadow.

"I'm sorry, but it was done by a wand I sold." He said softly, "It's thirteen and a half inches long. It's made of yew. It's very powerful, extremely powerful, but it fell into the wrong hands.

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Glenn couldn't help but feel amused when he saw Harry's silence.

"Hagrid, I have two pieces of news to tell you, one good and one bad, about your pink umbrella..."

He ignored the famous scene between his grandfather and Harry and said to Hagrid.

Hagrid was startled, shook his head repeatedly, and winked at him, indicating that old Ollivander was listening.

By chance, his grandfather also noticed him, let Harry go, and went to greet him.

Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! Long time no see..." He turned back quietly and winked at Glenn, "Oak, sixteen inches long, a little curved, right?"