A friendly day at Hogwarts

Most of the holidays have passed like this, and the time has quickly come to the end of July, ushering in the busiest day of the year in Diagon Alley.

Young wizards from all over the country who have just received their Hogwarts admission notices are coming here one after another to do their shopping before the start of school.

Since Glenn's [Wand Making] was upgraded to [Mastery Level (99/100)], he can no longer improve his proficiency through practice or reading, and even related entries in the system mall have disappeared at the same time.

Perhaps this is the so-called master level threshold.

I just don’t know if there will be similar thresholds for other skills.

Grandfather seemed to have discovered that his improvement had reached a bottleneck, and was not in a hurry to impart experience to him. Instead, he kicked him out of the workshop.

One afternoon, Glenn was walking to the shelf with several cartons and a feather duster in one hand, sweeping away the dust he saw.

He had just sent away the future proprietress of the Leaky Cauldron, the iron-clad Hannah Abbott.

Hannah was also a picky customer, and it took six or seven attempts before she selected a wand made of walnut.

[Important character, Hannah Abbott, friendliness +5, exchange currency +250. 】

Glenn gradually concluded that not all characters in the book can provide friendliness, even people like his grandfather.

On the contrary, some small transparent companies that don't even have names can bring in income like mosquito legs.

Take Hannah for example. Even the last time she passed by the Leaky Cauldron, she didn't provide even a little bit of friendliness, but she immediately brought five points after receiving the admission notice.

From this point of view, it seems that only Hogwarts characters have friendliness settings.

The only exception is Morgana.

He thought to himself, carefully arranged the cartons neatly, and returned behind the counter.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, an elderly witch was standing.

She was wearing an emerald green women's robe, her weathered face was full of traces of time, she was wearing a wizard's hat with an old vulture on top, and she was holding a big red bag in her hand.

Dressed in such a way, it was difficult for Glenn not to recognize her.

This was Augusta Longbottom, the tough old woman who singled out the Audrey Hercules into St. Mungo's.

That is, the grandmother who silenced Neville.

Beside her, a chubby little boy looked hesitant.

The boy had a timid look on his face, but also a hint of resistance.

Glenn recalled for a moment and remembered the records in the original book.

Neville did not buy a wand before school started, but kept using his Auror father's wand until the Battle of the Ministry of Magic in fifth year.

During the battle, his wand was kicked off by Dolohov.

It was only then that he finally bought a wand that was truly his own.

Thinking of this, Glenn's eyes lit up. It seems that the friendship of the core characters will be recorded again today.

He stood up gently and pushed open the store door. The wind chimes on the door made a pleasant "ding-dong" sound.

Neville, who was confronting his grandmother, was frightened and shrank his neck slightly.

"Good afternoon!" Glenn said softly, "Mr. Longbottom, right? Why are you standing outside the door?"

"I...uh...hello..." Neville muttered shyly, subconsciously looking back at his grandmother.

"Hello, Mrs. Longbottom! Are you here to buy a wand for your grandson?"

Glenn took good care of his social phobia and turned to communicate with the old woman.

"That is indeed my intention, little Mr. Ollivander. But..."

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Neville with a confused look on her face.

"But Neville insists on using his father's old wand. This is the first time I've seen him so stubborn."

Glenn looked astonished, nodded slightly and said, "So that's the case, it's completely understandable."

Hearing this, Neville couldn't help but secretly glance up at him.

"but..."

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Glenn changed his tone again and comforted him.

"Although your feelings are understandable, I have to say that the wand chooses the wizard, and using a wand that is not comfortable for you will cause you a lot of trouble."

What he said is true. There are only two ways to truly gain the recognition of a magic wand.

One was chosen by the wand himself, and the other was wrested from its previous owner.

Of course, when using the wand of a relative or friend, there will not be much rejection or resistance, but that is only due to the closeness of the wand, not recognition.

Only by truly identifying with the master's wand can you maximize its full power.

"But...you don't understand..."

Neville's eyes dimmed a little, as if he remembered something sad.

"Actually, I understand you very well, Neville. Can I call you that?"

Glenn waited for him to nod before continuing.

"I lost my parents very early, and they never even appeared in my memory."

Neville raised his head in surprise, his kind eyes full of apology.

Mrs. Longbottom also let out a low cry, and her eyes immediately became distressed.

"But what I want to say is that if you want to commemorate someone, the best way is to take good care of their wand and not let it get even a scratch."

He said earnestly.

"Really..." A trace of confusion flashed in Neville's eyes.

"Of course." Glenn nodded and stretched out his hand to open the store door, "Now, are you willing to come in and give it a try?"

The chubby little boy nodded seriously and walked into the store. Mrs. Longbottom showed an approving smile on her face.

Grandfather was in the workshop at the moment and did not appear.

Glenn took out the magic tape measure from his pocket and said, "Then, please raise your dominant hand, Neville."

The tape measure automatically began to measure the boy's arm length and shoulder width, among other measurements, before automatically curling up into a ball and falling back into his pocket.

Glenn thought for a moment, then turned around and pulled out a cardboard box from the shelf, opened it and handed it to Neville.

"Try it. Cherry wood, unicorn hair. Eleven inches. Moderately flexible, perfect for casting spells."

Neville took the wand and waved it gently, his movements stiff as if out of shyness.

A faint golden light flickered from the staff, and like a spiritual being, it circled around him and finally landed on his leg.

The shape seems to be that of a young lion, just like the young Simba in "The Lion King".

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Karl nodded with satisfaction and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"I dare say there is no wand more suitable for you than this one!"

An old voice sounded, and old Ollivander walked out of the aisle next to the shelves with a smile.

Neville seemed to be shocked by the sight, and his hand holding the wand trembled slightly.