Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Hector himself is extremely resistant to shopping. His family was not very rich in his previous life, and his grandfather's personality is obviously not one who likes shopping. Under the influence of his grandfather's spending philosophy for a long time, Hector is also indifferent to shopping.

Shopping is a waste of money and time. It is better to eat more delicious food.

But this is Diagon Alley. Many people want to come but have no chance.

Hector still turned around a little and satisfied his curiosity. It must be said that the things in Diagon Alley are indeed very targeted at children. It can be regarded as a wealth code. There is a candy store every three steps and an ice cream stand every two steps. It is clear that the children's wallets are ruthlessly harvested.

But am I a child, Hector? Will I be tempted by this? You use this to test the cadres?

Until he saw the chocolate frog.

Come on, this is a chocolate frog that can jump and eat, hey, you don't pay for it?

Hector walked to the door of the wand shop in a daze with a big bag of snacks.

It's not that I don't save money, there are bad people among the people!

Hector looked at the faded golden sign on the door, 'Olivanders, Maker of Fine Wands since 382 BC.' The shop looked shabby, with a wand displayed on a purple mat in the window. The shop was small, and the wooden door looked old. There was a very strange doorbell hanging on the door. Hector first carried the big bag with one hand, and then pushed open the door.

The shop was small, with nothing but a bench and a counter. The walls were covered with all kinds of wands, and then what came into view were rows of cabinets that reached the ceiling, with wands of various materials placed in a mess on them, and wand boxes were also placed on the ground, giving people a compact feeling.

Hector put the snacks on the bench, and a ladder came out from behind the rows of wand cabinets. An old man stood on it. He had white and fluffy hair, and his clothes were a little outdated but very neat. He came down the ladder and walked quickly to Hector. His steps were not like those of an old man at all.

"A little wizard of Muggle origin? Aren't you a little too late?"Olivander stared at Hector with his piercing eyes. The so-called paternity test machine in the wizarding world searched carefully but did not find any relatives who matched Hector.

"What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Hector, Hector Dumbledore, sir."

Ollivander's eyes lit up, and he came closer. Hector could even smell the wood resin on the old man.

"Um, Dumbledore?"

Hector nodded.

Ollivander showed a thoughtful expression,"Aberforth Dumbledore is yours?"

"He is my grandpa, sir."

"That makes sense."Olivander turned around and stood behind the counter, looking down at something.

As for why Ollivander didn't ask the famous Albus Dumbledore what the relationship was with Hector, Hector knew it, but he didn't say it.

Don't ask, he won't say a word.

After a long time, Ollivander looked up.

"Your father is, a Squib?"

"Yes, sir"

"That's no problem." Ollivander came out from behind the counter and began his routine recollection,"Aberforth Dumbledore, and Albus Dumbledore, they bought their first wands from my father. He has always been honored to sell wands to these two Dumbledores. I have always envied him, but I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to serve a Dumbledore." Ollivander looked very excited.

(Albus Dumbledore: Who are you waiting for?!?)

Hector also heard the hidden meaning and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. Ollivander was completely unaware of what he said, and he continued

"So, Hector, which hand do you use your wand with?"

"Right hand."

Ollivander waved his wand gently, and the measuring tape flew up from the counter, measuring from elbow to wrist, knee to armpit, and then measuring the circumference of the right arm and head, and then flew back to the counter.

"Very good, very good," Ollivander finished recording the data and stood on the ladder. The ladder moved and disappeared from Hector's sight in an instant, leaving only his voice.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I made every wand myself. They are all top-quality. Every Ollivander wand contains powerful magical substances. It can help you better control your magic.

Ollivander quickly returned to Hector's sight. This time, he had a few more boxes in his hands. He came down the ladder with a brisk pace, not looking old at all. Hector stood up from the bench and watched Ollivander take a purple velvet mat from the counter and carefully take out the wand from the box.

"Remember, Mr. Dumbledore, the wand is not a toy, but a most trusted companion.

Ollivander wiped the wand patiently and carefully with a pad, and then handed it to Hector.

"Many people say that wizards choose wands, but I always think that wands choose wizards. Try this one, chestnut, dragon heart tendon, nine and three-quarters inches, very cleverly matched."

Hector took the wand and didn't feel anything unusual. He always felt that it was just a very beautifully decorated branch.

""Gently wave it." Ollivander said.

Hector did as he was told, and he really waved his wand gently.

A very dazzling light burst out from the tip of the wand, filling the entire store. Hector said,"Actually, I thought of it, but I didn't think of it completely." How should I put it? Hector has always suspected that his talent should not be some kind of spell mastery, but the mastery of the Flash Charm.

"Merlin's beard."Olivander had never seen such a scene before. He squinted his eyes and took the wand from Hector. The wand seemed to be still shining and dazzling, and it returned to its original state after a while.

Ollivander rubbed his swollen eyes,"This is very Dumbledore, right? Very strong magic."

Ollivander put the wand back into the box and handed Hector another wand,"Try this one again, redwood, phoenix tail feathers, ten and a quarter inches, this should be suitable for you."

Hector took it, still not feeling the wand at all. He waved it gently, wanting to feel the power of the wand.

As expected, there was another burst of strong light.

Hector quickly put down the wand and glanced at Ollivander. Ollivander was no longer as excited as he was at the beginning, and became serious instead.

Ollivander also noticed Hector's gaze, and smiled as friendly as possible,"Very picky customers, it's okay, we can always find the most suitable one."

Compared to the previous two times, Ollivander's choice this time was obviously much more cautious. After a long time, Ollivander finally picked out a

"Try this one, poplar wood, unicorn hair, nine and a quarter inches, very strong and loyal."

Hector felt a little bit of wonder this time, not strong, but better than no reaction at all.

""Gently wave it, Mr. Dumbledore, gently." Ollivander naturally noticed this subtle connection, and his eyes widened. Hector had the experience of the previous two times, so he covered his eyes before the test.

Fortunately, he covered his eyes, and this time the light was brighter than the previous two times, accompanied by a slight explosion.

Hector closed his eyes tightly, put down the wand with both hands, and opened his eyes after a long time. Ollivander, who was not prepared at all, sat on the ground with his hands covering his eyes.

(Ten minutes ago, Ollivander: I have been selling wands for so many years, I have seen all kinds of scenes.

Ten minutes later, Ollivander: I have never seen such a scene.)

Hector hurried over to help Ollivander up, and seeing his dazed look, he felt quite embarrassed.

You say he did it on purpose, Hector said that he was a little kid who had just entered the wizarding world and he really didn't know anything; if you say he didn't do it on purpose, he couldn't explain how he predicted by covering his eyes.

Confidence, can only be said to be confidence in oneself.

Hector no longer doubted whether his golden talent had been replaced by mastery of the flash charm, and now in this situation, he has become mastery of the flash bomb.

""Sir, are you all right?" Hector looked at Ollivander, who was breathing heavily on the bench, with concern. Ollivander had nothing to say. According to his understanding of magic wands, this incident was most likely an accident, but could you have told me before you covered your eyes? You are old and not as strong as the young people now.

Of course, Ollivander would not blame Hector. Now���Today he didn't care much about honor or not. His only thought was to quickly pick a suitable wand for this little ancestor and send him away.

"It's okay, Mr. Dumbledore," Ollivander felt himself breathe a sigh of relief, still with a smile on his face.

"Shall we continue?" Hector nodded.

Aberforth had been walking along most of the street when he saw a burst of white light that was particularly dazzling from time to time. When he was still wondering what was going on, he saw a group of people gathered in front of Ollivander's Wand Shop, which made him nervous.

Aberforth hurried forward and found that the white light was coming from inside Ollivander's shop. The frequency was irregular, but the intensity of the light was getting stronger and stronger.

Aberforth thought to himself, this power, could it be that old man Ollivander is doing some new research? Oh no, Hector is not in there, I have to go in and take a look.

Thinking of this , he quickly squeezed through the crowd, and just as he opened the door, his face was washed by a strong white light.

Damn, all white!

For some reason, these were the first words that popped into Aberforth's mind.

When the strong light disappeared, Aberforth quickly opened his eyes.

His beloved grandson was sitting safely on the bench.

Ollivander was holding something like a mask in his hand.

There was a pile of wand boxes next to the two of them.

Judging from Ollivander's expression, he obviously hadn't found a suitable one yet.

Ollivander fell into deep thought, and didn't realize Aberforth's arrival until he came to his side.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Dumbledore, are you here to pick up your grandson? I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while, this young Mr. Dumbledore is really a picky customer."He greeted politely, turned around and said to himself,

"Dragon nerves or phoenix tail feathers are both good for the core of the staff, but I still haven't found a very suitable material. Chestnut wood performs too poorly.Poplar is pretty good."Ollivander muttered to himself and went into the rows of wand cabinets, leaving Aberforth and Hector in the shop. Aberforth sat down on the bench, looked at Hector who was playing with his fingers with his head down, and said:

"Isn't it going smoothly?"

Hector nodded. Isn't it? He has witnessed the whole process of Olivando from simply covering his eyes to developing a welding mask. He really admires Olivando's ingenious ideas. He has been doing business for so many years. His innovative ability is really amazing.

"It doesn't matter. The wand is something that will accompany you for the rest of your life. It is very important to choose a wand that suits you. You don't want anything to go wrong when you use magic in the future, do you?"

Hector raised his head, looked at Aberforth, and asked,

"Grandpa, where's your wand?"

Aberforth smiled and proudly took out a well-maintained wand from his arms.

"Mahogany, dragon's heart, fourteen and a half inches, an outstanding piece." Ollivander walked out of the wand cabinet, took a look at the wand that Hector was holding, and said fluently,"My father's works, he always had a special liking for mahogany, I tried to make a few, but always felt that something was missing, in comparison I prefer holly."

Ollivander really took out all the wands in the bottom of the box this time. The wand box was obviously old, and the cobwebs on it had not been cleaned up yet.

"Try this one, Mr. Dumbledore, willow, phoenix tail feathers, fourteen inches, a work that took some time, but still beautiful."

Hector took the wand carefully, and Ollivander put the mask in front of him almost at the same time.

"Gently wave the wand, remember, wave it gently."

This time the feeling was completely different. Hector seemed to hear the friendly phoenix cry in the wand. The wand was like an extension of Hector's arm. When he waved it gently, a silky blue light band poured out from the top of the wand, gently transformed into the shape of a phoenix, and hovered beside Hector."

"Exquisite, too exquisite," Ollivander's eyes were a little obsessed. He looked at the light blue phoenix with an expression that became extremely pious.

"A perfect match, Hector, a very perfect match. Ollivander looked a little crazy at the moment, and it was not difficult to see that he was extremely excited.

"As expected of Dumbledore, I finally understand how my father felt at that time." Ollivander wiped away the tears from his eyes."Please forgive my gaffe. I have never seen such a wonderful scene. This is a blessing for wand makers, Merlin's beard."

Ollivander soon recovered from his previous crazy state. He straightened his clothes and said to Hector solemnly,"Willow wood has always only served wizards with great potential. They are extremely arrogant. Those who have a high self-esteem but do not have the corresponding talents cannot be recognized by him. The same is true for the tail feathers of the phoenix."

Ollivander took the wand from Hector,"But when they recognize you, they will be extremely loyal to you." Ollivander waved his wand, but there was no response

"Just like now, it has begun to reject me. Ollivander wrapped the wand and put it in the box.

"You are the first freshman, so seven Galleons, thank you.

Aberforth stepped forward to pay the money and handed the wand to Hector. Ollivander sent the two to the door. When saying goodbye, he leaned over, looked into Hector's eyes and said,

"Farewell, young Mr. Dumbledore, please take good care of this wand, which is the work of my father and I. I look forward to seeing your name in the Daily Prophet in the future."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander."Hector bowed to Ollivander, Aberforth nodded to Ollivander, and the two left Ollivander's shop.

What a good boy, Mr. Ollivander thought to himself.

He waved his wand lightly, and the business at the door immediately became suspended.