Harry Potter Morning Light

Ollivanders is an old shop that has been making fine wands since 382 BC. With a lonely wand in the dusty window, gold letters peeling off, the shop looked small and rundown, at least compared to the other well-stocked and beautifully furnished shops it looked like it was going out of business It doesn't look like it, but it is recognized as the best shop for making wands in the entire wizarding world.

There was a jingling bell at the back of the store as they entered. There was nothing but a bench, and behind the counter was a large cabinet with thousands of long, narrow cartons stacked almost to the ceiling, covered with The heavy dust made Pomona feel inexplicably sad.

"Peter, can each person only choose one wand that belongs to him in his life?"

"What?" He was about to sit down on the bench, but was stunned by Pomona's question.

"Of course." A soft voice said, and a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of them from behind the shelf. He had big light-colored eyes, like two flashing wheels in the dim shop. bright moon.

"Why?" She asked a little cautiously.

"Each of Ollivander's wands has a super magical substance, which is the essence of it. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Each one is unique. Since there are no two identical unicorns, dragons or phoenixes in the world, you will never have the best spellcasting effect when you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, I think this is enough to answer your question."

"But how do you know that the wand you choose now will be suitable for you in the future?" Pomona said anxiously, "People change."

"Well~, I understand." The middle-aged man gave Pomona a lot, and said after a while, "You are a Veela, right?"

Pomona felt very embarrassed, but finally nodded.

"Wait a minute, let me think about it, where is it?" Ollivander said as he shuttled between the shelves, unloading some long boxes, opening them, re-rolling them and stuffing them back. With an "aha" sound, he took out a wand on blue velvet.

"Try this one, miss, what's your name?"

"Pomona, Pomona Martin."

"Miss Martin, this wand is made of beech wood and Veela hair. It is seven inches long and very flexible. You can try to swing it."

Pomona smiled wryly. In the eyes of wizards, Veeva was classified as a magical creature like unicorns, dragons, and phoenixes, but she still picked up the wand. She felt a power coming from her fingertips. Just like testing the water temperature in a bathtub, it was neither hot nor cold, just right, and then a white smoke flowed out of the wand like flowing water, and then it quickly turned into a white mist, continuously deformed in the air, and finally turned into a white mist. a beautiful swan.

Both Ollivander and Pete were stunned. After a while, Ollivander exclaimed, "Wonderful, really wonderful, really wonderful, really wonderful!"

"What happened Pete?" Pomona looked at her knight in bewilderment.

"Calling Guardian, that is the highest level of magic in the wizarding world. When it works, it can call out a Patronus, which is like a shield against dementors." Pete pointed to the animal that surrounded Pommer. Na Fei's swan said in horror, "It's the first time I've seen someone who can conjure this thing."

"This may have something to do with Miss Martin's Veela blood. Veela is a shape-shifting female elf who lives in forests, lakes, mountains, and clouds, and can turn into swans, horses, and wolves. Dancing under the moon will make those who are infatuated with them forget everything in the world, do you know what happens when dementors attack people, Mr. Sprout."

"Do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember you, Ollivander remembers every wand he sold and their owners, I think it was five years ago, you and your grandmother came to buy wands, right, a holly wood , a wand of unicorn hair?"

"Yes, if you are still studying at Hogwarts, I would add two points." Pete said with a smile, "When the dementors appear, people will feel cold, and people seem to have lost all enthusiasm and courage. , only the most painful memories in my heart are left. They feed on people's hope, happiness and desire to live. When using the guardian spirit, you must try your best to recall a happy event to summon the guardian spirit. What were you thinking just now? , Pomona?"

"I didn't think about anything." Pomona lied, she was glad that she was just a veela, she only needed to pull out a hair, and she didn't have to be pulled out of her nerves like a poor dragon to become a material for a wand.

"This wand has been made for more than three hundred years. It was made by my great-great-great-grandfather. I didn't expect it to be sold in my generation." Ollivander put the wand in the box, saying Wrap it in a brown paper bag "Wonderful, really wonderful."

"Wait," said Pomona, "I'm going to try another wand."

Ollivander and Pete looked at her in amazement.

"Why? This one suits you well, doesn't it?"

"I've only tried one, how do you know there won't be another wand that will suit me better!"

"When you feel right, even if you fall in love at first sight, you will be happy for a lifetime." Ollivander persuaded, "You have to trust your feelings, Miss Martin."

"It's like an arm." Pete rolled up his sleeves. "Of course the original one is the best. Cut off the original one and replace it with a new one. Even if it's Merlin's, it might not suit me."

Pomona's tears rolled in her eyes, and she finally turned her head to look at Ollivander angrily, "Shouldn't every little wizard be accompanied by an adult wizard when buying a wand?"

This is stipulated by the Ministry of Magic. The little wizard's magic power is very unstable, coupled with the unstable wand, so it often causes accidents, but most people don't take this regulation seriously.

"Yes……"

"Then let's go, Pete, next time I will find an adult to accompany me to buy."

"Don't be a girl, Pomona." Pete complained impatiently. "Why do you always like to make trouble for nothing?"

"Oh, for God's sake, I'm a girl!" Pomona was furious. "You still say that when someone asks me who I am, I'll say I'm dating you. Is it possible that you date boys? ?”

Both Pete and Ollivander were stunned, and after a moment Pete cursed and reluctantly left with Pomona.

"Wait." Just as Pete's hand touched the doorknob, Ollivander handed over the packaged wand. "Take it away. Since the third century BC, no one left Ollivander It was time to leave empty-handed.”

"Thank you." Pete took it over without waiting for Pomona to speak. "How much should I pay you?"

"No need." Ollivander said with a relieved smile, "You have already helped me a lot."

Both Pomona and Pete felt that Ollivander's words were strange, but neither of them paid much attention, after all, there are strange people everywhere in the wizarding world.

"I won't use it," Pomona warned Pete. "I'll come back with your mom next time she's on vacation."

"Come on, who knows when she will have time to rest." Pete said as he pushed open the door, and there was a group of people standing outside Ollivander's store. They were Lily Evans and the Snape family.

"Hi, Pomona!" Lily waved to her excitedly, while Snape looked away arrogantly.

In fact, Pomona knew in her heart that her warning was of no use to a brave Gryffindor girl. They were so brave that they would not back down even if they had to face unknown dangers.

In contrast, the girls in Badger House are much more sensitive and timid, which is why other colleges look down on Hufflepuff.

Gryffindor is for courage, Ravenclaw is for knowledge, Slytherin is for ambition, and Hufflepuff is for family and love.

Mediocre people are not worthy of the company of outstanding people.

Pomona felt inexplicably frustrated, and what made her even more puzzled was why she insisted on finding a second wand that belonged to her. In fact, she knew that the original one was very suitable for her, but she was so stubborn that she wanted to fight with fate. Fighting, that's why, as Pete said, asking for trouble for herself like a stupid girl.