A friendly day at Hogwarts

The last day of summer vacation, the sun is shining brightly.

Although the days when young wizards concentrated on shopping had passed, Diagon Alley was still much busier than usual.

When Glenn came through the corridor filled with wand cartons, Harry was already sitting on the bench waiting for him, bored and watching Mr. Ollivander helping a curly-haired little witch who was about to enter school to choose a wand.

"You can try it now." Grandfather's old voice sounded.

Hearing this, the little girl gently waved the wand on her hand.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind swept across without warning.The wand was obviously very resistant. A red light flashed on the wand, and it broke free from the little witch's hand in an instant. It spun away at high speed with a "whoosh" sound.

Judging from the flight path of this wand, it would hit Glenn right on the nose.

Fortunately, Glenn was quite agile. He ducked low and reached out to catch the incoming "hidden weapon."

"Another picky customer?" He returned the wand to Old Ollivander, looked at the three or four open cartons on the table, and said with a smile.

"Yes!" Grandfather nodded and continued to look for a wand that might be suitable.

As if because she couldn't find a wand, the little witch looked a little nervous, blushing and saying nothing.

"Don't worry, this is a normal situation." Glenn comforted as she put the wand she tried back into the carton, "For example, Harry, he even broke several vases in our house."

The little girl looked at Harry when he heard this, and Harry quickly smiled at her and nodded.

The girl's already flushed cheeks turned a little darker. I don't know if it was because of nervousness or if it had something to do with Harry.

The middle-aged lady who accompanied her touched her head and comforted her softly: "Romilda, did you hear what little Mr. Ollivander said? You can definitely find a wand that suits you."

Romilda?

Glenn vaguely felt that this name seemed familiar, and it should be a character who appeared in the original work.

He looked at Harry subconsciously, his expression immediately becoming strange.

Romilda Vanni, the Savior's number one bastard.

Generally speaking, the most Harry's fans can do is follow him secretly, or look for opportunities to forcefully meet him, and then say hello with a blushing face.

But this girl's feat far surpassed the others.

She bought the most powerful love potion directly from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and mixed it into the chocolate cauldron given to Harry.

It was also her bad luck that the chocolate was not eaten by Harry in the end, but ended up in Ron's stomach. This was how Harry used his bezoar to save Ron in Slughorn's office.

I have to say that Ron's luck is really heartbreaking.

"What's wrong?" Harry touched his face and asked in confusion, "Why are you looking at me like this? Is there something on my face?"

"No, no." Glenn quickly waved his hand and continued to put away the wands on the table.

Romilda Vanni didn't waste much time and quickly selected the suitable wand. The mother and daughter left happily after paying.

Before leaving the house, she specifically looked back at Harry, which made him confused for a while.

"How boring are you coming here so early in the morning?" Glenn asked after the two of them walked away, "Have you finished your homework?"

"Of course, I've finished it a long time ago!" Harry said proudly, "Mr. Fusco is such a good man. Not only did he help me finish the paper, but he also provided me with a lot of free ice cream."

Glenn smiled and said, "If Sirius hasn't forgotten to sign your Hogsmeade permission slip, you can see him in Hogsmeade this year."

"Really? That's great!" Harry's eyes lit up.

At this time, the savior is still a child after all, and it is reasonable to like to eat ice cream.

The wind chime on the shop door rang softly, and a thin boy with fiery red hair who was much taller than Harry walked in.After traveling extensively in Egypt, Ron's skin became noticeably darker, and the freckles on his face became more obvious.

"Hey! Glenn, do you know where Harry is?" He asked before he could take a look.

Glenn glanced at him and nodded toward the bench opposite the counter: "Here, it's right here."

"Ron! Are you back from Egypt?" Harry looked up, stood up quickly, and greeted.

"Yes." Ron also grinned, "I just got home last night, and I rushed to Diagon Alley to buy something today."

Behind him, Hermione squeezed in. Under the bright sunshine of southern France, she was also tanned a lot, and her skin turned a healthy wheat color.

"Do you have to block the door?" She pushed Ron from behind and said angrily.

Ron shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak.

"How is France, is it fun?" Harry waved to Hermione and asked with a smile.

"Not bad. France's magical society also has a long history. I learned a lot and bought a few books..."

Hearing her mention the book, Harry immediately lost interest and quickly interrupted: "By the way, Ron, where are Mrs. Weasley and the others?"

Ron immediately understood what he meant, and without giving Hermione a chance to continue, he replied: "Mum took Ginny shopping, and dad said he wanted to be a tour guide and take Hermione's parents across the street. The alley is getting better."

Glenn listened amusedly. It seemed that the future in-laws got along really well.

"Let's stop crowding here. No guests can come in." Glenn greeted the three of them, "You must not have bought anything yet, so let's go together."

Glenn said hello to his grandfather and left the wand shop with the three of them.

"By the way, we will also stay at the Leaky Cauldron tonight," Ron said to Glenn and Harry while walking on the cobblestone road in Diagon Alley. "We brought too many things back from Egypt. Dad said we might as well wait for us." They're all on the train, and he and his mother will go back and pack up. That way, you can go to King's Cross Station with us tomorrow."

"Great!" Harry said, "That's it. I was still worrying about how to get to the station this morning!"

Glenn gave him a confused look and asked, "Harry, have you never taken a taxi? If we take a taxi from here, it only takes 10 minutes."

"Ah..." Harry was stunned and looked embarrassed.

"A taxi? What is that? Muggle transportation?" Ron, who inherited his father's interest in Muggles, couldn't help but ask curiously.

Glenn thought for a while and explained: "Yes, this kind of transportation is somewhat similar to the Knight Bus, but it is smaller and can only accommodate three or four people at the same time."

"So it is."

Ron nodded and decided to find time to tell Mr. Weasley this new knowledge.