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Mr. Ollivander looked at the place on Harry Potter's forehead hidden by the forehead. He knew there was a lightning-shaped scar there, but he didn't expect the child to hide it.He really wanted to reach out and touch the child's forehead, but as long as he thought that the person who hurt the child used a wand from his own shop, the guilt on his face could no longer be resisted.

"Sorry, this is a pair of wands made by my friend and I, and one of them is dry." He said softly, recalling the past in his white eyes, "Thirteen and a half inches long. Purple Big cedar. Very powerful, very strong, but it fell into the wrong hands... If I had known that this wand would do such a thing after it was made..."

He shook his head, then gave Severus a sad look.At this point, Harry was visibly relieved.He doesn't like people watching him all the time, it makes him feel very nervous.

"Is your father in good health?" Ollivander asked.

Severus nodded solemnly, and did not answer calmly like he had been asked elsewhere.The sadness on his face was no longer concealed, it was revealed directly.

"There will always be a way, there will always be a way." Garrick Ollivander said seriously, but he knew very well in his heart that he didn't know how long it would take to lift such a spell.But they never gave up.

"Hmm." Rubbing the tears that were about to come out from the corners of his eyes, Ollivander took out a tape measure with a silver scale printed on it from his pocket, "Then Mr. Potter, which arm do you use to use your wand?"

The sad atmosphere suddenly became normal, and Harry was still a little hesitant to turn the corner, so he hurriedly answered when he heard the question.

"Oh!—oh, I'm right-handed."

"Raise your arms. Good." He measured for Harry, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, from shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and the last two lines around his head.As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has super-magical substance, and that's the essence of it, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn feathers, phoenix tail feathers and dragon's feathers." Heart Nerve. Every Ollivander wand is unique as no two wands are exactly the same, dragon or phoenix. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, there will never be such It worked out."

Dudley's ears went numb during the chatter.He has always wondered why he can understand the language of English, but now he is very thankful that he can still understand those more difficult words.

When the distance between the two nostrils was measured, Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure was operating automatically.Mr. Ollivander was walking among the shelves, picking out some long boxes to carry down.Don't forget to talk loudly while moving.

"Back then, my friend and I had a whim and wanted to make two identical wands. But they all failed... and the test product we used to test back then was the one that left a scar on your forehead The wand. My buddy stopped me from making it, but I sold it anyway...ugh..." Ollivander's groaning voice ended as he came out with a stack of long boxes.

"Okay." Ollivander put the tape away, crumpled it up, and placed it on the counter.Holding a wand, he handed it to Harry and said, "Well, Mr. Potter, try this one. It's made of beech wood and dragon's heart nerve. It's nine inches long, not bad, and very flexible. Give it a try."

Harry took the wand, a little excited inside.With one wave, Mr. Ollivander immediately snatched the wand from his hand.

"Maple, phoenix feather. Nine inches long. Pretty springy, try—"

Harry just took it for a try, but before he could lift it up, Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand away again.

Dudley, who was watching from the sidelines, wanted to say that directly, isn't your brother who still has the wand that caused the scar on his forehead at the bottom of the box?But no matter how anxious he is, he has to follow the plot. If he is anxious, he can't eat hot tofu. He still understands the truth of this sentence and can only wait quietly by the side.

"No, no—try this one, made of ebony and unicorn feathers. Eight inches long. Very springy. Come, come, try this."

Harry tried one after another.After confirming again and again that Severus was not, after being angry because he couldn't pick a wand, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.He looked at Dudley again. Cousin Dudley was already sitting on the chair, waiting quietly.Harry wondered how Mr. Ollivander knew those wands weren't for him?The pile of tried wands was getting higher and higher, already creating a small hill in the little corner.But Mr. Ollivander drew many wands from the rack, and he seemed very happy.

"A fussy customer, eh? Take your time... oh! Let me see, there it is. Why didn't I think of it—a marvelous combination. Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. Not bad, too. Flexible."

Dudley fixed his eyes on the wand tightly, and he watched Harry take the wand.Watch him raise his wand high above his head, swish it down, and see a streak of red light dance from the tip of the wand like a jet of fireworks across the sun-refracted air.The light dances on the colorful walls.

Dudley applauded Harry, and it took at least two hours for Mr. Harry Potter to finally find the wand he wanted, which was a wonderful thing.

His ass is already hurting from sitting.

Mr. Ollivander looked at Severus excitedly, and said to Harry again: "Oh, that's great. It's great, it's amazing...it's amazing. If Chen is here at this moment ...he must be thrilled by such a scene."

Harry really couldn't help the doubts in his heart, watched Ollivander put the wand into the box, wrapped it in brown paper, brewed it for a while, and began to ask.

"I'm sorry!" Harry said nervously, "What makes you feel strange?"

Mr. Ollivander stared at Harry Potter with pale and colorless eyes. In his pair of unlit eyes, it seemed that he had returned to the past.How he and his buddy spent the night in the workshop making this pair of wands.Time has taken away many things, and the only thing left is this wand in his shop.What the kid bought was not just a magic wand, but also a souvenir of his best friend.

"I remember every wand I ever sold, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. Well, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand and the other Another wand. But his brother—well, the scar his brother left on your brow."

Harry gasped, feeling faintly afraid.

Obviously something sad was mentioned, and Ollivander's mood suddenly changed from excitement to sadness.He came in front of Dudley again, and measured Dudley's size in the same way.

"So Mr. Dursley, which hand do you usually swing your wand with?"

"Right hand," Dudley said succinctly, he really didn't want to put his butt near the leather chair any more.He wants to stand up and move around.

In silence, Mr. Ollivander went back to rummaging through the shelves, bringing out piles of wand boxes.

"Try this one. Nine inches long. Wicker."

Dudley took the wand that didn't look very long, copied Harry's previous movement, raised it above his head, and swung it down.Nothing happened to his wand, is that impossible?

Dudley tried to swipe a few more times, and opened his eyes in surprise, looking at the unresponsive wand in his hand.Mr. Ollivander quickly pulled the wand from his hand and replaced it with another one, and Dudley saw Mr. Ollivander's eyes look serious.

Dudley was beginning to wonder if he had been exposed?Are you still a Muggle?Even if he has the magic power of his best friend to protect him, he can't control the magic wand.

Dudley tried ten wands in a row, and the tip of each wand showed no sign of glowing when he held it in his hand.

Severus, who had been paying attention to the situation here, finally realized the seriousness of the situation, and Mr. Ollivander also felt that this gentleman might not be a wizard.He didn't feel any magical substance on the child, and even wondered if there was something wrong with the Hogwarts notice?

"Mr. Dursley, do you have any way to prove that you are a wizard?" Mr. Ollivander asked seriously, if the client was really just a Muggle.Then they will ask the Ministry of Magic to erase some of the gentleman's memories of wizards.

Stared at by two sharp eyes and one worried look, Dudley coughed awkwardly and nodded, saying yes.

He gently raised his palm, following the skills that his buddies had taught him in his mind for three years.Silently say a mantra composed of Chinese characters.

"My forest—the night of the wood—life!"

A large string of green vines emerged from under the floor of Ollivander's store.Those tenacious vines quickly condensed into a huge limb, surrounding Dudley in the middle, forming a protective layer.Then it disappeared slowly again, but it was a pity that when it got out from under the floor, it squeezed the floor. After disappearing at this moment, there were still a few holes in the floor.

"Crack!" There was a sound.

Dozens of empty boxes that Mr. Ollivander was holding dropped to the ground. The old man tremblingly approached Dudley, grabbed Dudley's thin hands, and asked.

"Who are your parents, child?"

Dudley may also realize that his magic has some peculiarities, for example, his magic is different from the wizards in this world.He suddenly remembered the things that his best friend told him in the dream.

"My parents are just a pair of ordinary Muggles, Mr. Ollivander." Dudley said tremblingly, he didn't want others to know that he was a time traveler.

A pair of ordinary Muggles?

When Mr. Ollivander heard these two words, he instantly felt like a deflated balloon.His friend is a man full of magic power, how could he become a Muggle?Thinking of this, he put back his cranky thoughts.What's more, his friend is still resting in the Cherry Manor, so how could there be a purebred British bastard out of nowhere?

He smiled mockingly at himself before telling the child in front of him seriously.

"My friend is just like you, boy. But my friend works with any wand, but he can cast any magic without a wand. I think you are an exception. You just need to follow the spell and focus your mind to get rid of it." The palm of the hand is in control."

Dudley listened quietly, Harry just seemed a little helpless, after all he couldn't quite understand what the two of them were talking about.Severus looked in Dudley's direction with more complicated eyes.When he was young, he did meet his adoptive father, and under special circumstances, with just a touch of a finger, a lot of magic was formed naturally.

The roses in Cherry Manor bloom all year round, not by magic.Those flowers are vines summoned by their adoptive father. They have their own thoughts, and even become guards to protect the manor when outsiders break in.

Everything seems to be a little strange.