While Hagley was buying some of the ingredients for Harry's prescription from the clerk, Harry himself was studying about 21 silver unicorn horns and tiny, shiny black beetle eyes of five carats each. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Walking out of the pharmacy, Hagley checked Harry's list again.

"I didn't buy the right cane left, and I haven't bought you a birthday present yet."

Harry's face flushed slightly.

"You don't have to"

"I know I don't have to, tell you, I'm going to buy you a little animal, not a toad.

Toads have been out of fashion for many years, and you'll be laughed at.

I don't like cats again, they make me sneeze, so I'm going to buy you an owl, all the little kids love owls.

They are very useful and can help you deliver anything. ”

Twenty minutes later, they left the owl rental center.

Harry was carrying a large birdcage and a very beautiful snow-white owl in his pet, its head buried deep in its wings, and it was snoring.

Wu Mo also had an owl standing on his shoulder, this was an owl that had been spotted, and it looked very beautiful.

To Harry's surprise, the owl was so close to Wu Mo that he was like a friend he hadn't seen in years.

"Thank you, Hagley."

Harry kept thanking Hagley, stuttering a little, like Professor Kullah.

"Don't mention it again." Hagley said, wrenching his face.

Now only Alyvandeus sells his cane.

Olivendus' cane is the best.

A magic staff should be what Harry really wanted.

This last shop is very small and dilapidated. The peeling gold letters on the door read: "Olivendus." ”

Since 382 B.C., he has been a good cane maker.

In the dusty window, there was only a walking stick on a faded purple mat.

When they stepped into the store, a crisp bell rang out of nowhere.

It's a very small place, with nothing but a chair.

Harry sat in the chair and waited, and Harry thought it was strange, as if they had walked into a very tight library.

There were many questions in his head, but he couldn't help them, because he saw hundreds of narrow boxes almost piling up to the ceiling, and for some reason, there was a tingling sensation in the back of his neck.

The dust and silence here seem to have something to do with some kind of mysterious magic.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice said. Harry jumped to his feet. Hagley must have jumped to his feet, too, as he made a loud noise of something crushing and quickly jumped away from the chair.

An old man stood in front of them, his large, blue eyes shining through the dim darkness of the shop.

"Hello." Harry said awkwardly.

"Oh yes." The old man said, "Yes, I always thought I would see you soon, Harry Potter. Your eyes are exactly the same as your mother's, and she came here to buy a wand as vividly as it was yesterday.

The wand she had bought was ten and a quarter of an inch long, made of very beautiful cypress, and it was a wonderful magic staff. ”

Mister Olivendus moved closer to Harry, who wished he could blink, his blue-silver eyes a little creepy.

"Your dad likes a wand made of mahogany, eleven inches long, it's easy to bend, but it's very powerful in the spell of transformation, and I said your dad likes that cane, but it's actually the cane that chooses the magician."

Olivendus was so close that he and Harry were going nose to nose.

Harry could see his own shadow in those misty eyes.

"Oh, that's it"

Mr. Olivendus touched the lightning-shaped wound on Harry's forehead with his long, white fingers.

"I'm sad that the cane I sold hurt you." He said softly, "Thirteen and a half inches, a very powerful cane, very powerful, but I gave it to the wrong master if I knew that the cane would do such a thing."

He shook his head sadly, and then saw Hagley, much to Harry's great relief.

"Rubes! Rubes Hagley! It's such a pleasure to see you again, okay, sixteen inches, it's curvy, isn't it? ”

"That's right, sir." Hagley said.

"That's a good cane, but I'm guessing it's broken in half by the time you're expelled."

"Well, yes, they did." Hagley said. Slowly moving his feet, "But I still have those fragments. He happily added.

"But why don't you use them?" Olivendus said scathingly.

"No, no, sir!" Hagley replied quickly.

Harry noticed that he was clutching the pink umbrella as he said this.

"Hmph" Mr. Olivendus glanced at Harry and said, "Alright, now, Mr. Potter, let me see." ”

He pulled out a long ruler with silver markings from his pocket, "Which hand do you use to hold a cane?" ”

"Well, I'm right-handed." Harry replied.

"Stretch out your arms, like this." He measured from Harry's shoulders to the tips of his fingers, from his wrists to his elbows, from his shoulders to the ground, from his knees to his armpits, and from his entire head.

As he measured, he said, "Every Olivendus wand has a core, made of the most powerful magical thing.

Potter, we used unicorn hair, the feathers on the phoenix's tail and the dragon's heartstrings, and no two Aurelivandes canes were the same, as if no two unicorns, phoenixes, or dragons were exactly the same.

Of course, if you use another magician's wand, it won't end well. ”

Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure was measuring the distance between his nostrils, and that Mr. Olivendus was walking around the shelf, removing the box.

"All right," he said, and the tape measure shrunk into a ball and spread on the floor, "Next, Mr. Potter, try this." The heartstrings of the beech and the lizard dragon, 9 inches in size, nice and flexible, take it and try to wield it. ”

Harry took the hand and waved it a little stupidly. But Mr. Olivendes immediately took it back.

"Maple trees and phoenix feathers, 7 inches are extremely elastic, give it a try."

Harry tried to try, but before he could lift the cane, it was taken back by Mr. Olivendus.

"No, no, this ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, bouncy, go ahead and try."

Harry tried again and again, he didn't understand what Mr. Olivendus was waiting for, the wands he had tried were already piling higher and higher on the chair, but the more wands were taken out of the shelf, the more happy Mr. Olivendes seemed to be.

To be continued.