Rebirth of the Harry Potter

This snow-white cat is the cutest. As for the price, you only need to put the last word on it anyway!

Chapter 8 I Want That Wand

After walking for a long time, it was noon.

The scorching sun was scorching hot, the eyes were a little flowery, and the body began to sweat.

Harry had to buy two more ice creams to cool off.

Harry was envious of Hagrid at this time. Don't you see: Hagrid wears thick clothes and has a calm expression on his face.

"Hurry up and buy a wand, it's about to become jerky," Harry said weakly.

The kitten lay lazily in the cardboard box, making a whirring sound. Harry rubbed a bit of ice cream on the cat's head to cool it down, and it seemed pleased that it rubbed it off with its paws and licked it. "Meow" called twice.

Then I thought of the eagle in Hagrid's hand. It was so hot, covered with black cloth, and there was only so much space. It shouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Hagrid, let's get the eagle out."

"Oh, okay." Hagrid seemed to react. Quickly opened the copper cage.

With a "whoosh" sound, a black shadow flew out of it and flew high into the sky. The wings were fully outstretched, and they circled over Diagon Alley.

A few hawks chirped across the sky.

Many wizards could not help but look up at the soaring eagle when they heard such a shrill cry.

Little Wizard A: "What is that? Is it an owl?"

Little Wizard B: "You're stupid, that's an eagle."

Little Wizard A: "It's so handsome, I really want one!"

Little Wizard B: "Then you can think about it."

Little Wizard A: "..."

Little Wizard B: "I've seen this eagle, and it's selling for 80 Galleons."

Little Wizard A: "It's so expensive! Which big dog bought it!"

Little Wizard A: "Let's find him and be friends with him!"

Little Wizard B: "Okay..."

Harry listened to the conversation of the two children, which was good, but he was speechless when he listened to it.

However, looking at the envious and surprised expressions on the faces of some wizards who had seen this eagle on the street, the pride and pride had already exploded.

I spent so much money, and this is what I want!

Make sure the eagle won't leave its master and fly away, so Harry just ignores it.

Follow Hagrid into a wand shop, the only one in Diagon Alley that sells wands. This wand shop is well known throughout the wizarding world. I don't know how many celebrities in history have used this shop to make them!

The store is really ordinary, broken and small.

Just ask the words on a shabby and dirty wooden sign hanging on the mouth, revealing the splendor of this store.

It reads:

Ollivander: Well-made wands since 382 BC.

Harry didn't know how much brilliance it represented, but he had a rare sense of awe.

Then I couldn't help but complain: "What the hell is going on, don't wizards pursue packaging? Look at the shabby and dark Shattered Axe bar, look at the messy bookstore, look at the drugstore, and look at this shabby and small Wand shop."

I'm so tired, I feel like I won't love you anymore!

2000-year-old wand shop! Is there anything more awesome than this? If it is your own shop, immediately rebuild it with pure gold, and then advertise in the entire magic world: "Olivander Wand Shop, not a century-old brand, not a five-hundred-year-old brand, but a 2,300-year-old brand! You are trustworthy, You deserve to choose, you deserve to have. After using it, say yes..."

This slogan is awesome!

Maybe mortals don't understand the blackness of the great god, even if you are the true son of heaven!

Entering the store, a very quiet, mysterious atmosphere came to my mind.

An old man emerges suddenly from behind a wand holder. Cloudy eyes stared at Harry and said softly, "Welcome, Potter. Your eyes are really like your mother's,

So bright. It was like yesterday when she came here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long and made of wicker. "

Look at the work done, professional!

Mr. Ollivander ran his finger across Harry's forehead. "I'm so sorry, but I did it with a wand I sold."

Harry said politely, "It doesn't matter."

Ollivander said, "Then let's see which wand will pick you today. Which hand are you used to?"

"Right hand."

"Bring your arms up, all right." He measured Harry from shoulder to fingertips, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally head circumference.

"Each Ollivander wand has a super-magical substance, that's what it's all about, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragons," he said as he measured. Nerves. Every Ollivander wand is unique because no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same. Of course, if you use wands that are supposed to belong to other wizards, that's never the case Good effect."

Ollivander pulled a box from the shelf: "Try it."

Harry just opened it and held it in his hand. Ollivander snatched it immediately: "It doesn't seem suitable."

Then another one was replaced.

"Wait," Harry said

Ollivander asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Harry thought to himself: "I don't want to be stupid like the original book for a long time."

"I want to try a wand made of the same phoenix feather as Voldemort's wand," Harry said seriously.

And Ollivander and Hagrid were stunned.

Ollivander said as he looked, "I remember it, holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long."

Harry held his wand, and suddenly a light shot from the tip of the wand, illuminating the dimly lit cabin.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Is it fate?" Ollivander wrapped the wand in the box.

Harry just ignored the old man, crazy!

Then the two walked out of the store.

"Hagrid, I don't want to go back to Aunt Petunia's. I'll just live at the Broken Axe," said Harry.

"I also think their family is terrible, and I don't want you to go back to their house. I thought you would not be used to wizards. If you want to, then you should live in the Broken Axe Bar. During the month, I can use Floo powder to see you."

"That's such a happy decision." It's so interesting here, the idiot just went back.

In the crowd, Harry suddenly heard a faint voice: "...Hermione...Bookstore..."

Harry turned back immediately, only to see a girl with brown hair slip into the crowd and disappear.

"Is that her? One of the Crystal Palace members."

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"Ah, it's alright, let's go eat."

Then the two had lunch together. Hagrid booked Harry a room at the Broken Axe. As for the money, you can see how excited old Tom was when he heard that Harry was going to live in his pub.

Harry watched Hagrid leave on his motorcycle, not returning to the bar immediately. Instead, I spent an afternoon in the Muggle world in London and did some shopping.

When it got a little dark, Harry returned to the Broken Axe.

The wooden stairs creaked as they went upstairs. The second floor is the guest room, the corridor is very wide, and there are about ten rooms on both sides.

Harry entered his room, everything was made of wood, the floor was made up of strips of wide yellow planks, wooden cabinets, wooden beds, and wooden walls. The room wasn't high, so the bed was low, but Harry was satisfied.

He took out a small fish he bought, and immediately, the little white cat, got up from the bed, smelled the small fish, and opened his mouth excitedly with a "meow", and started to eat.

As for the eagle, I don't know where to go.

Put the things I bought today from the bed to the bedside floor, throw on the quilt, close my eyes, and say, "Today is an interesting day."

(Bangbang: This is my line.)

Slowly fell asleep, only the kitten was still eating.

Outside the window, the moon is rising and bright.

Luobei: Do you like this cat and eagle?

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