Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 31 31. It is not so much a magic wand as it is

Shouting 'I'll tell my dad', the boy ran out crying.

He didn't even know what Dudley's name was.

Dudley's name alone can scare students to tears at St. George's school. It's not an exaggeration, but it really happened.

Maybe in the boy's eyes, Dudley was saying to him: "Hello, can I taste the saltiness of your brain?"

If you don't experience Dudley's pressure directly, especially at close range, you won't understand it.

"God, what just happened?"

Mrs. Malkin came in in a daze. She had just seen the Malfoy child running out crying.

"Nothing, ma'am."

Although Mrs. Malkin was puzzled, she didn't have the time to study it carefully. There are a lot of new students entering Hogwarts, and there were several young wizards in the store just now.

"Don't bully people next time."

Hermione poked Dudley's waist and whispered.

"Hermione, I didn't bully him, what you heard was just a friendly hello to him."

Hermione:

Although it is indeed a greeting, it is definitely not cordial.

Dudley looked innocent: "I am a very refined and easy-going person."

'It is necessary to redefine the four words elegant and easy-going. ’ Hermione and Harry thought at the same time.

Dudley's words reminded her of what happened at Oxford Long Primary School. At the beginning, everyone thought Dudley was a bully, until a group of self-righteous guys

It was brutal.

"You can't do that again at Hogwarts."

Hermione whispered.

"Yeah, I know, I know." Dudley nodded again and again: "I will get along well with my future classmates and establish a good relationship."

After a while, the uniforms and robes were ordered, and the next place to go was the wand shop.

Speaking of wands, Hermione and Harry looked excited, especially Hermione, ever since she knew her identity as a wizard, all she wanted was to have a wand of her own, and she kept chirping in Dudley's ear. stop.

The wand is the key to casting magic in this world.

Compared with the two of them, Dudley was much calmer in attitude.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is the largest wand shop in Diagon Alley, and of course the only one.

Pushing open the somewhat decayed door, there was a burst of tinkling bells. The inside of the store was much narrower than imagined, and there was obviously no trace of the Untraceable Stretching Charm. This was the only one Dudley and the others had seen so far that did not do so.

Thousands of narrow cardboard boxes were stacked all around, apparently containing wands.

"Hi there."

A soft voice sounded, and there was an old man on the counter to the left of the three at some time, his silver-white eyes were like two full moons under the dim light.

The moment the old man saw the three of them, Harry attracted all his attention, and he stared at them and said slowly: "I knew I would see you soon, Harry Potter, your eyes Like your mother's. It's like yesterday when she came here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, swishy, ​​a wand. A fine wand for magic."

"Is your brother famous?" Hermione poked Dudley's waist and asked in a low voice.

So far she hasn't come into contact with a magic book, and she doesn't know the greatness of the legendary savior, Harry Potter.

"It's more famous than you think."

Dudley leaned over and whispered in Hermione's ear.

While the two were talking, Ollivander had already started measuring Harry's arm.

Then he produced a wand and handed it to Harry: "Made of beech and snake nerves, nine inches long, try it."

Harry foolishly took the wand and waved it.

"Oh, that's wonderful, try this again."

"It's amazing, try this one"

"Try this again"

Harry changed several in a row but didn't find out why.

"Would it be this troublesome for us to pick a wand?"

Hermione asked in a low voice, watching Harry try wands one by one.

Dudley paused and said, "I think maybe only Harry is like this."

Ollivander changed several more wands until he got out

"Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long."

There was a flash of red light as Harry swept his wand through the air.

I have to say that Ollivander is really good at choosing wands, and the wand he chose for Harry fit him very well.

Then it was Hermione's turn to choose a wand, and just as Dudley had said, Ollivander picked out the most suitable wand for her.

Hermione swiped through the air with her wand, and a rainbow rose immediately.

"Vine wood, dragon heartstring core, ten and three-quarter inches."

"Then it's this gentleman's at last." Ollivander looked up at Dudley for a while, then took out a wand and handed it to Dudley: "Try this."

"Maple, phoenix feather, seven inches long, good spring."

Dudley took it and waved it, but there was no response except for a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Ollivander frowned for the first time.

Even when Harry Potter was picking out his wand, he didn't have that reaction.

Then he produced another wand and handed it to Dudley.

"Ebony, Unicorn Hair, Eight and a Half Inches"

There was another burst of wind.

This time, Ollivander frowned even deeper.

followed by the third

"Ten Inches, Hawthorn, Unicorn Hair"

fourth root.

"Willow, unicorn hair, fourteen inches"

Dudley changed the wands one by one, but unlike Harry's different reactions when trying the wands, Dudley had no reaction at all.

It felt like a Muggle waving a stick with no words other than silly.

Ollivander's forehead has wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

Hermione looked from Dudley to Harry, and finally to the wand in her hand.

Is this root a little sloppy? Actually, I might try a few more.

No matter how stupid Dudley was, he still realized that something was wrong, so he returned the wand to Ollivander, and grabbed a box next to him.

"I feel that this wand is calling me. Didn't you say that the wand chooses the owner? Well, that's it."

Dudley said very perfunctorily, without giving Ollivander a chance to speak, took out twenty-one Galleons and put them on the counter, pulled Hermione and Harry away as if fleeing.

Ollivander watched the three leave without stopping.

"Iron Birch, Thestral Tail Feathers, Nine Inches"

"Iron birch is too hard, thestral tail feathers are too unstable, the material and core of the wand are not my favorite"

"That was the worst wand I've ever made. It's more of a dagger than a wand."