Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Old Ollivander continued talking to himself.

"One of them is here, and the other one..." he said in a low voice, "left you that scar..."

Harry's eyes were slightly absent-minded, showing a confused look.

"As you may have guessed," Old Ollivander continued, "its brother belongs to the man who must not even be named."

At this time, Harry had heard the name Voldemort from Hagrid, and also roughly knew what he had done.

What the old man in front of him said undoubtedly gave him a creepy feeling.

Glenn glanced at his grandfather who was still immersed in the magic of the twin wands, sighed helplessly, and patted Harry's shoulder gently.

Harry's expression brightened slightly and he nodded at him.

He took the wand from the Savior's hand, carefully wiped off the fingerprints left behind, put it back in the box, and then handed it back to him.

Harry paid seven galleons, looked at his soft smile again, and seemed to feel calmer.

Before the two left, Glenn specifically gave Hagrid's old wand back to him and gave him instructions.

"Remember to take good care of this wand. I always feel like there is a way to repair it."

Hagrid looked happy and nodded repeatedly.

To him, the meaning of this oak wand was obviously not just a simple tool for performing magic, but also had a deep commemorative significance.

"In addition, I still suggest that you don't use magic in front of outsiders, and don't let too many people know about the new wand." Glenn thought for a while and added, "Although nothing is against the rules, it is too exposed.

Obviously, it will inevitably be a bit troublesome."

"No problem!" Hagrid agreed happily.

Glenn smiled and watched the two of them leave.

The two of them hadn't left for long when they saw another customer coming toward them outside the window. They were a father and son with blond hair.

The child's blond hair was neatly stuck to his head, as if he had applied enough hairspray. He had a standard fair face, gray eyes, a pointed chin, and his figure was not strong, but not that lacking.

Nutritionally induced weight loss.

Seeing the same disgusted expressions on the faces of father and son, Glenn understood clearly.

Undoubtedly, the visitors were Master Malfoy and his father Lucius.

The two opened the store door and heard Glenn's opening remarks accompanied by the sound of wind chimes.

"Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop."

What was somewhat unexpected by Glenn was that as soon as Lucius Malfoy, who always had his nose turned upward, entered the store, he suppressed his disdainful expression and put on a friendly and friendly smile.

"Long time no see! Mr. Ollivander!"

He walked a few steps quickly, came to his grandfather, and reached out his hand.

Old Ollivander smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and shook his hand.

"Lucius Malfoy." He said in his signature soft voice, "It's been a long time indeed. Elm wood, dragon heart string, is very flexible, especially suitable for magic."

"That's right, sir."

Lucius Malfoy was as friendly as chatting with an old friend, even with a hint of respect for his elders.

Young Master Draco had obviously received his father's instructions before entering the house, and was not confused by his father's abnormal behavior.

"This is my son, Draco."

Lucius pulled his son to his side and introduced him.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Draco bowed slightly and greeted the elder according to the etiquette of the nobles.

Although Old Ollivander is a mixed-blood wizard, the entire family is no longer a pure-blood family in the strict sense.

However, due to their ancient bloodline and huge social influence, they were still included in the so-called "Twenty-Eight Sacred Families".

Even a wizard like Lucius, who insists on the supremacy of pure blood, has to show humility.

No one knows just how you think in your heart.

This is the way of communication among pure-blood wizard families, with some politeness but less sincerity.

"Is this the heir of the Ollivander family?"

Lucius' attention fell on Glenn again and he asked.

Although Glenn was unhappy, he still remained polite and replied: "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. You can call me Glenn."

"He is indeed a good young man. You and Draco are about the same age. When he arrives at Hogwarts, I will ask you to take care of him!"

Lucius said with a smile.

"No problem, sir."

Glenn agreed on the surface, but smiled inwardly.

The proficiency acquisition ratio of the protagonist group is so high, and the price/performance ratio is obviously much higher than that of Master Draco.

As the campus rival of the protagonist group...

You definitely need to take care of yourself, after all, it takes skill to reduce your friendliness.

But the specific method of care is hard to say.

At this time, Master Draco still didn't know that the pure-blood boy wearing glasses he met in the robe shop not long ago was about to become his mortal enemy on campus in Hogwarts.

Everyone exchanged polite greetings for a few more words before measuring the data for the young master and choosing a wand.

Obviously, my grandfather knew the character of the Malfoy family heir very well and quickly found a suitable choice.

"10 inches, made of hawthorn wood, with a core of unicorn tail hair."

Old Ollivander pulled out a cardboard box from the shelf, opened it and handed it to him.

Draco reached out and grasped the handle of his wand.

This wand, which is exactly the same as in the original book, obviously suits him very well.

From the moment his fingertips touched the body of the wand, the wand began to exude magical fluctuations with a hint of joy.

As he waved, a flash of silver light bloomed from the tip of the staff, scattered in mid-air, and turned into pieces of white feathers.

Glenn looked carefully at the white feathers in the sky and remembered the white peacock in Malfoy Manor.

He had a vague guess that all ancient races were more or less linked to some living creatures.

The most typical ones are obviously the founders of the four major colleges and the representative animals of the colleges.

There is also the wonderful connection between the Dumbledore family and the Phoenix.

If this guess is correct, the magical bloodline of the Malfoy family may be related to this rare white peacock.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

It was rare that Old Ollivander didn't say that bet phrase, he just said it in a calm tone and looked at Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius's expression was obviously very satisfied, and he was giving a thumbs up to his son.

Draco was still a child after all, and although he had been spoiled and developed a arrogant character, he still couldn't hide his excitement and looked at the wand in his hand with admiration.

Glenn was filled with emotions.

Who would have thought that such an arrogant brat would be forced to shoulder the heavy responsibility of destroying Hogwarts a few years later?

If it weren't for Professor Snape's protection.

I'm afraid it was him who had blood on his hands that night when Dumbledore died...