Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Hagrid's hut was furnished similarly to the one in the movie, which seemed a bit cramped and depressing for someone of his size.

The walls on the four sides are randomly piled up with blue bricks and large stones, and the gaps are blocked with cement. They look uneven.

Glenn glanced at the wall casually, couldn't help but frown, and looked away.

There were wooden tables, chairs and benches randomly placed in the center of the room, which seemed to be in a state of disrepair. Smoked hams and pheasants hung from the ceiling directly above.

There was a copper kettle hanging in the fireplace. The boiling water inside had just boiled and was making a sharp buzzing sound. Hagrid strode forward and took it off the fire.

"Sit anywhere you want," Hagrid said while holding the hound's collar tightly. His voice was rough and bold, with quite a bit of arrogance.

Glenn sat down gently and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Hagrid-specific large bed placed in the corner. The bed was covered with quilts made of rags.

He pursed his lips tightly, clenched and unclenched his hands, hesitated for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and said nothing.

Hagrid held Fang in one hand and the copper pot in the other, and didn't notice anything strange about Glenn.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Hagrid asked.

Glenn nodded politely and said "thank you."

Hagrid let go of his hand to pick up the teapot. The hound Fangya shook his body on the spot and jumped on Glenn enthusiastically, wanting to lick his face with his tongue.

Glenn dodged his big wet tongue in some embarrassment.

Fortunately, Hagrid moved quickly, handed over a cup of steaming tea, and pulled the tooth back.

Glenn took the tea cup gratefully and blew the hot air.

"I don't think I know your name yet." He pulled a chair and sat down. The chair creaked and groaned, as if it would fall apart at any time.

"My name is Glenn, sir. Glenn Ollivander."

"Oh! You are a child of the Ollivander family!" Hagrid looked a little surprised, "I still remember when I went to the wand shop when I was a child!"

"It's made of oak, sixteen inches long, slightly curved, and the core of the staff is the heart tendon of a fire dragon, right?" Glenn said with a smile based on the information given by facial recognition.

Hagrid looked at him in disbelief: "Merlin's beard! Can your Ollivander family even inherit memories?"

"Of course not." Glenn shook his head with a smile, "I just happened to hear my grandfather mention it before I came back."

Hagrid suddenly understood and showed regret: "Unfortunately, when I was expelled, I was defeated by those old guys from the Ministry of Magic."

"What a pity, that was a pretty good piece of work." Glenn said regretfully, "Do you still have it now?"

Hagrid subconsciously glanced at the pink umbrella leaning against the corner, and his expression became wary again.

"I...threw it away many years ago...I can't find it." He whispered, his eyes wandering a little.

Glenn was keenly aware of opportunities to build friendships.

"That's really sad..." He pretended to have a regretful expression, "I was still wondering if I could try to repair it."

Hagrid's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have thought of something, and asked with some uncertainty: "Will Mr. Ollivander and the Ministry of Magic allow an expelled student to use a wand?"

"Of course it's not allowed." Glenn shrugged easily, "But I'm not as stubborn as my grandfather. As for the Ministry of Magic..."

Hagrid seemed to have hope again.

"If the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow it, what does it have to do with me and Ollivander?"

"Actually..." Hagrid was still hesitant, "I think I might still be able to find the wand."

Glenn immediately put on a surprised expression: "Really?"

Hagrid nodded hesitantly: "It seems... somewhat useful..."

"Can you show it to me?" Glenn asked, "I can assure you that I will never tell a third person."

"Okay..." Hagrid sighed, took the pink umbrella, opened the middle rib, and carefully took out the two wands placed inside.

The wand was severed in the middle, with stubble crisscrossing it and a rough cross-section. The two ends were connected only by the cord tendons of the fire dragon's heart.

Glenn ran his hand gently over the wand.

There's no hope.

The wood is completely broken and the core of the stick is exposed.

He clearly felt that the magic contained in the core of this wand had almost evaporated. Even if it was carefully preserved, it might not last three to five years.

This degree of damage is worse than Ron's old wand, and only slightly less damaged than Harry's holly wand in the seventh book.

Unless Dumbledore, who holds the Elder Wand, casts a repair spell, no one can save it, just like old Ollivander can't repair Harry's wand.

Hagrid looked hopeful, making people unable to bear to tell him this cruel fact.

"I'm not sure..." Glenn raised his head and saw Hagrid's eyes dimming slightly, "But I can promise you that if I can't fix it, I can give you a new wand. Of course, in the future

Without the knowledge of my grandfather or the Ministry of Magic."

"Really?!" Hagrid was so surprised that he looked at Glenn as if he was seeing a little angel.

Glenn nodded: "I will start learning to make wands this summer. As long as I make a qualified wand, I will definitely give it to you."

The core character, Rubeus Hagrid, has a friendship level of 10 and an exchange currency of 1,000.

"Thank you so much!" Tears appeared in the corners of the eyes of the sentimental Hagrid, "Would you like some rock biscuits?"

Glenn:???

Repaying kindness with hatred?

"No need, haha." Glenn smiled shyly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Hagrid looked at his broken wand and asked, "Are you going to take it away now?"

"Let's wait until before the summer vacation." Glenn shook his head, "My current level is not quite good enough."

"Oh! Okay." Hagrid smiled and pushed the plate of rock biscuits in front of Glenn, then carefully picked up the wand and put it back into his pink umbrella.

When Hagrid turned around, the hound Fangya climbed up from his den and rubbed his wet nose on the palm of Glenn's hand, as if begging for a touch.

Glenn scratched the base of his ears vigorously, picked up a piece of rock cake from the table and handed it to him.

Yaya didn't notice what was in his hand and subconsciously opened his mouth to bite it.

"Boom"

Hagrid heard the movement behind him and turned to look.

I saw the strong Yaya making a pitiful "Woo" sound and retreating into his nest aggrievedly.

Glenn looked at him blankly, maintaining the feeding posture, and a piece of rock cake stained with saliva fell on the ground.

Hagrid scratched his head, an almost invisible trace of redness showing on his dark face.

"Oh...by the way, what did you want to ask me just now..."