A friendly day at Hogwarts

Hagrid couldn't help but glare at Glenn before he answered Old Ollivander's question.

"You are right, sir. Your memory is still outstanding."

Glenn suppressed a smile.

It is hard to imagine that such a tall and tall giant could actually show an expression that resembles resentment.

"It's such a pity that such a good wand was broken by them." Old Ollivander sighed slightly, "You must still keep it, right?"

"Uh..."

Hagrid seemed to be choked by something and didn't know how to speak.

"I'll keep it..." he said after a long time, and then immediately added, "But I just keep it as a souvenir, I have never used it..."

Glenn looked at his panic and smiled even more.

"You haven't chosen which news to hear first, Hagrid!"

Glenn rolled his eyes and smiled again.

Hagrid was startled again, shaking his head in horror.

Old Ollivander couldn't help laughing either.

"You kid, take out your gift quickly and don't make Mr. Hagrid worried anymore."

The savior who was inexplicably left aside and Hagrid who had been deceived for a long time both looked confused.

After listening to his grandfather's words, Glenn took out two cardboard boxes from his pocket.

"I'm so sorry, Hagrid. The damage to the wand is so severe that neither I nor my grandfather can repair it."

He opened the first cardboard box, which contained the oak wand that Hagrid had hidden inside his pink umbrella.

It still looked like it had been broken, with wooden stubble on the fracture, and the dragon's heartstring inside was dim.

Hagrid looked at his wand, tears almost overflowing from his black beetle-like eyes.

"but..."

Hearing Glenn's next voice, Hagrid's expression immediately changed, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

"As I promised before, even if it can't be repaired, I will help you find another wand."

He said, opening another paper box.

A light reddish-brown, simple wand with no additional decorations was lying quietly inside.

Hagrid did not expect that this was the result of old Ollivander's acquiescence. He was still secretly signaling Glenn with his eyes, his eyes flickering back and forth between his grandfather and grandson.

Glenn chuckled and explained: "Don't worry, this wand was specially prepared for you by your grandfather. As long as it is given to you by me instead of officially sold, it will not violate any Ministry of Magic regulations."

He raised the carton forward again, indicating to the other party to pick it up and try it.

Only then did Hagrid suddenly realize. He slapped his forehead hard with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, with a surprised expression on his face.

Glenn couldn't help but shrink his neck.

With this force, if it were slapped on the head of an ordinary little wizard, it wouldn't be able to break the neck bone directly, right?

Hagrid carefully stretched out his big hand, took out the 15-inch-long cedar wand from the carton, and held it gently in his hand.

The tip of the staff bloomed with a pure white luster, accompanied by a breeze.

His tangled hair and long beard were gently lifted up by the invisible force, and then slowly fell down.

"Does it look appropriate?" Glenn looked at him with a smile.

[Core character, Rubeus Hagrid, friendliness +20, exchange currency +2000. 】

Hagrid looked very touched. He rubbed his eyes before speaking.

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander, and Glenn. I never thought that one day I would be able to..."

His voice was even choked with sobs.

"Okay, okay..." Glenn quickly interrupted, "We have left Harry here for too long, he is our protagonist!"

Hagrid then came to his senses and nodded: "Yes, yes, we are going to choose a wand for Harry."

Old Ollivander smiled softly and cast a look at Glenn.

Glenn Ollivander, the gigolo, came online again and pulled out a magic tape measure from his pocket.

"Which arm do you use your wand with, Harry?"

Harry came to his senses and replied: "Hmm...right hand."

Glenn flicked the tape measure and let it start operating, while he reported the data one by one.

Old Ollivander introduced Harry to some knowledge about wands while picking back and forth from the shelves.

When all the data were measured, the tape measure automatically flew back to Glenn's pocket, and his grandfather returned to Harry with a cardboard box.

"Try this one, Mr. Potter, then. Beech wood and dragon's heart nerve. Nine inches long. Good, very flexible. Give it a try."

He said, handing the open box to Harry.

Harry took out his wand and tried waving it. His movements were a little stiff and looked silly.

With his movement, the vase on the counter exploded with a "pop", and Glenn couldn't help but close his eyes.

Just like in the original novel, the more he tried, the more excited Ollivander became.

Glenn looked helpless as he looked at the mess all over the store.

Seeing that his grandfather was still reluctant to take out the holly wand, Glenn finally couldn't help but remind him.

"How about..." he said weakly, "let's try that... extraordinary combination?"

Old Ollivander was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of surprise and walked quickly to a shelf in the depths.Pull out a paper box.

"I almost forgot about it." He walked back with a smile, "An extraordinary combination, holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. Not bad, and flexible."

Harry took the wand, raised it high above his head, and swung it downwards. Although the movement was a bit clumsy, it seemed very natural.

I saw a red light flashing, the tip of the stick shooting out like fireworks, and the dancing light spots cast on the four walls.

Hagrid couldn't help but applaud, and Glenn finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wonderful...It's so amazing..."

Old Ollivander murmured.

Harry was relieved and thanked Glenn: "Thank you...er...sir..."

"Just call me Glenn." Glenn smiled at him.

[Protagonist, Harry Potter, friendliness +5, exchange currency +1000. 】

Glenn was slightly startled. It turned out that on top of the core role, there was the protagonist level.The exchange coins corresponding to the protagonist's friendship level have actually doubled.

It seems that in the future, little Harry will have to be plucked out of his skin.

Harry thanked Glenn and looked at old Ollivander again.

"I'm sorry, sir," Harry said, "I would like to ask, what is it about this place that you find so magical?"

"There were once two wands whose cores were two feathers from the same phoenix."

Grandfather took a deep look at the scar on his forehead, pointed to the holly wand in his hand, and spoke softly.

"They each chose their own master, but under the arrangement of fate, they were connected in a special way..."