The failure to find out about the blacksmith made Harry a little disappointed.

The Hogwarts robes also made him a little uncomfortable - he didn't expect them to be so loose that there was always a feeling of stumbling.

He was still more accustomed to wearing armor, even if it was a little better in tights.

Hagrid soon returned, took him to buy other things, crucibles, herbs, books, and a trip to the pet store, where Hagrid gave him an early birthday present—a beautiful, very sweet smiling snow owl.

Birthday.

July 31.

He almost forgot about this day, the witcher is an alien, although he is still human in nature, his birthday will be celebrated. But most of the time in the wilderness, in the Guardian Path, or being chased by humans and monsters, Harry hadn't had a good birthday in a long time.

"It's time to buy you a wand at the end." Hagrid looked at the list and muttered, "Ollivanders is the best wand master, and you're sure to buy the best wand for you." ”

The wizard's "blacksmith's shop".

It was a little different from what Harry had imagined—small, broken, dusty cupboard with only one wand.

Push the door in, the atmosphere in the room is also a little depressing, no... It's not about the environment.

Witchers have extremely keen perceptions.

As soon as he entered the room, Harry noticed it.

The breath of thousands of powerful creatures is mixed together, and there are mixed fluctuations of magical power.

"Oh, a keen lad." A soft voice suddenly came from behind a counter, startling Hagrid, Harry had been prepared for it, he had noticed... This old man who had little presence, could almost escape from his perception.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter, you are more perceptive than your mother." The old man with silver-white eyes stepped out from behind the counter and looked at Harry, "You seem to be able to detect the scent of these wands?" ”

Harry nodded, "Yes." ”

"If only I had a talent like yours." Ollivander muttered, "I've been able to perceive like you after thirty years with a wand." ”

"It's a wonderful feeling, isn't it?"

"A small wand, but with its own breath, its own life, its own thoughts......"

"Nope." Harry said bluntly, "This feeling makes me uncomfortable. ”

"It's like..."

"Suddenly I broke in, a lair with thousands of monsters eyeing me."

"They're all very threatening."

Ollivander was stunned and laughed: "Oh... It's an interesting point of view, in your eyes, is it a threat that doesn't belong to you? ”

"You're very different from your parents, perhaps... Is this the little special thing about the Savior? ”

"Usually, when young wizards come, I think about their parents – children always inherit something from their parents, so I let them try a wand that takes into account the qualities of both parents."

"Let me think about ......"

Ollivander turned around, picked through the counter, and quickly took out a box: "Try this one, beech wood, snake nerves, nine inches." ”

Harry took it, and there was a mixed aura on the wand, but as he struggled in his hand, it became unusually obedient, and he waved it slightly.

A red light came out, raising a gentle breeze.

Ollivander looked at Harry in surprise: "Oh... Odd. ”

He snatched the wand back, but instead of putting it back, he set it aside and gave Harry another wand: "Try this, black walnut, phoenix feathers, eleven inches and a third." ”

The wand struggled as well, and soon became obedient and obedient.

Gently waving, a gentle breeze.

"Oh, that's weird!" Ollivanders' eyes lit up, and his tone became agitated, "Try this one, fir wood, unicorn hair, ten and a half inches." ”

"Survivor's wand, should be more suitable for you?"

Harry took it, a blank wave.

"No, no, no, it's not for you either." Ollivander snatched it up again and stuffed it again, "Applewood, the nerves of a dragon, nine and sevenths of a twelveth inch." ”

This one still doesn't fit.

Alder, holly, blackthorn......

Tried a lot, but none of them satisfied Ollivander.

"You make me think, my dear, let me think about it." Ollivander rubbed his head.

Harry asked, "So in fact, every wand material corresponds to a personality trait?" ”

Ollivander nodded: "Yes." ”

"Your mother is a gentle man, and your father is a qualified leader—I think if you inherit their virtues, then beech wood must be the best for you."

"That wand doesn't resist you, but... It is not a like-minded partner with you, it just willingly surrenders to you. ”

"You're a keen little gentleman, so I think black walnut might suit you, and it's also very sensitive, but like the last wand, it's a courtier, not a partner."

"I'm starting with your other traits, but... They all behave the same, all average. ”

Speaking of this, Ollivander raised his head and looked at Harry with a complicated expression: "Of course, every young wizard who is destined to be excellent in the future is always like this. ”

"Maybe there's something ...... about them Qualities that are difficult for ordinary people to perceive, but the wand is always sensitive to these qualities. ”

"Just like that gentleman." Ollivander shuddered, his gaze falling to Harry's forehead, "Just like the gentleman who scarred you." ”

"I thought he would be suitable for elm, acacia or vine or something, but in the end it was yew that suited him."

"It's a wand that is very good at black magic, and some of its owners are even notorious."

Harry was expressionless.

Hagrid shuddered, looking at Ollivander and then at Harry, a little surprised.

"But you're not like that either." Ollivander frowned, "Those wands that are good at dark arts want to rebel against you more than any other wand. ”

"In your hands... It's like prey. ”

Harry laughed to himself - he was a witcher, and even though humans would curse them as freaks, monsters, and emotionless aliens, they were indeed "messengers of justice" who hunted down dark monsters.

"I thought Dumbledore was right, you fit the wand of fate." Ollivander picked one up and showed it to Harry, "This is it, holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches." ”

"The feather of the same phoenix, made two wands, one of which is this one."

"And the other, yew, thirteen inches and a half, was sold to the Dark Lord, whose name he could not be called."

"But it's not for you either."

"You weren't bound to fate, as Dumbledore expected."

Harry raised his hand and touched his scar, "yes, that's a pity. ”

Ollivander suddenly stood up and looked at Harry, "Oh, I have an idea!" ”

"Yes, you're smart and mature, but no young wizard, or even an adult wizard, can hardly detect the meaning of the phrase 'wands choose wizards.'"

"You noticed it from the beginning, although I don't really like what you say."

"Maybe you should try this one?"

Ollivanders rummaged for a wand: "Cedar wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches." ”

"I would never consider challenging the owner of a cedar wand, there are very few wizards who can possess such wands, and they all have a very keen sense of insight and observation."

"I think it's going to work well for you."

Harry reached out and took it, and instead of struggling, the breath on his wand tentatively touched his hand, and then wrapped it happily.

He waved it slightly.

The breeze blew and curled Ollivanders' teeth into his grinning.

"Sure enough!" The image was ruined, but Ollivander didn't care about it, clapping his hands and applauding, "This wand is the best for you." ”

"You're a fussy little wizard, oh, it's amazing that I should have you in a book."

Harry played with the little stick and nodded, "Thanks, how much does this wand cost." ”

"Seven Galleons." Ollivanders replied, muttering, pulling out a book from behind the counter, "The Maintenance of the Wand, this book will be given to you." ”

"Remember, be kind to it."

"If you pick the right wand, it won't be so easy."

Harry took the book as he pulled out Garon, and asked casually, "By the way, Mr. Ollivander, I have something I want to ask you." ”

Ollivander raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?" ”

"Do you know Diagon Alley, or where there is a blacksmith?" Harry asked.

Ollivander was stunned and glared at himself.

Oh, my God...

What did you hear......

"What are you asking for?" He stammered, looked at Harry's wand in his hand, and sighed - he didn't feel any displeasure from it.

You, master, have just got your hands on you, and you're thinking about other weapons!

Be sober!

Don't lick him!

"I want to fight two swords." Harry replied seriously, "I'm probably better at becoming... A wizard like Gryffindor. He took what he had just heard from the clothing store and used it directly.

"Gryffindor only has one sword." Ollivander's face was expressionless, his voice was cold, and he snorted, "And there are no blacksmiths in Diagon Alley!" ”

"A hundred years ago, there were elves who did this, forging weapons for Muggle-born wizards, but... Times have changed now, and no little wizard would buy something rude, brutal, and savage! ”

"The elves are all working at Gringotts now."

Harry sighed, "It's a shame, do you know any goblins, I want to ask ......"

"No, I don't know!" Ollivander gritted his teeth and brutally interrupted Harry, "As long as a wizard knows how to use a wand, you have to be kind to it!" ”

"The days of Gryffindor are over!"

"Alright, I'm tired of picking out a wand for your troublesome little wizard, so let me rest and rest."

Both of them were kicked out.

Harry wasn't surprised at all, witchers seemed to have such problems.

Obviously, I feel like I'm talking well, but in the end... It always comes down to solving problems with swords or fists.

Hagrid looked at Harry with a strange expression, "I've never seen Mr. Ollivander so angry, Harry... You're a good Gryffindor. ”

Harry nodded, thoughtful.

So...

Will it make people angry, the same as Gryffindor?