The boy ran out crying while shouting 'I'll tell my dad'.

He didn't even know what Dudley was called.

Dudley's name alone scares students at St. George's School is not an exaggeration, but it really happened.

Perhaps in the boy's eyes, Dudley was saying to him, "Hello, can I taste the saltiness of your brain?" ”

The feeling of oppression in front of Dudley, especially at close range, will not be understood without experiencing it in person.

"Oh my God, what just happened?"

Mrs. Morkin walked in confused, she had just seen the Malfoy children running out crying.

"Nothing, ma'am."

Although Madame Morkin was puzzled, she didn't have time to investigate it in detail, there were many new students enrolled in Hogwarts, and there were several more young wizards in the store just now.

"Don't bully people next time."

Hermione poked Dudley in the waist and whispered.

"Hermione, I didn't bully him, all you heard was a cordial hello to him."

Hermione:...

It's a greeting, but it's definitely not cordial.

Dudley looked innocent: "I'm a very elegant and easy-going person. ”

It is necessary to redefine the words elegant and easy-going. Hermione and Harry said at the same time.

Dudley's words reminded her of what had happened at Oxford Dragon Primary School before, when everyone thought Dudley was a bully, until a group of self-righteous guys...

It's brutal.

"You can't do that anymore at Hogwarts."

Hermione whispered.

"Uh-huh, I know, I know." Dudley nodded repeatedly: "I will get along well with my future classmates and have a good relationship." ”

After a while, the uniforms and robes were ordered, and the next place to go was the wand shop.

Speaking of wands, Hermione and Harry were excited, especially Hermione, who had been chattering in Dudley's ear since she knew who she was a wizard and wanted a wand of her own.

Wands are the key to casting magic in this world.

Compared to the two, Dudley is much calmer in his attitude.

Ollivanders Wand Shop, the largest wand shop in Diagon Alley, is certainly the only one.

Pushing open the somewhat rotten door, there was a jingling bell. The interior of the store was much smaller than expected, with no visible signs of the Traceless Stretching Charm being applied, the only one the Dudley had seen so far not do so.

Thousands of narrow cardboard boxes were stacked all around, and it was clear that they contained wands.

"Hello."

A soft voice sounded, and I saw an old man on the counter to the left of the three of them, his silver-white eyes like two full moons in the dim light.

The moment the old man saw the three of them, he was attracted to all the attention of Harry, and he only heard his eyes staring there and said slowly: "I knew I would see you soon, Harry Potter... Your eyes are the same as your mother's. It was like yesterday that she had come here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, fluttering and rattling, it was a good wand for magic. ”

"Is your brother famous?" Hermione poked Dudley's waist and asked in a whisper.

So far, she has not been exposed to a single magic book, and is unaware of the greatness of the legendary savior, Harry Potter.

"Much more famous than you think."

Dudley leaned down and whispered in Hermione's ear.

As the two spoke, Ollivander was already measuring Harry's arm.

Then he pulled out a wand and handed it to Harry, "Made of beech wood and snake nerves, nine inches long, try it." ”

Harry stupidly took his wand and waved it.

"Oh, that's wonderful, try this one again..."

"It's wonderful, try this one..."

...

"Try this one again..."

Harry couldn't figure out how to change them several times.

"Would it be so troublesome for us to choose a wand?"

Hermione asked in a whisper as she watched Harry try his wand one by one.

Dudley paused, "I think maybe it's only Harry."

Ollivander changed several more wands until he pulled out...

"Holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long."

As Harry swiped his wand through the air, a flash of red light flashed.

I have to say that Ollivander is indeed very good at choosing wands, and the wand he chose for Harry fits very well with him.

It was then Hermione's turn to choose a wand, and as Dudley had said, Ollivander picked the perfect wand for her.

Hermione swept her wand through the air, and a rainbow rose instantly.

"Grapevine wood, dragon heartstring core, ten and three-quarters inches."

"So finally... It's this gentleman's—" Ollivander looked up at Dudley for a moment, then took out a wand and handed it to Dudley, "Try this." ”

"Maple, phoenix feathers, seven inches long, good elasticity."

Dudley took it and waved it, but there was no reaction except for a burst of wind.

Seeing this, Ollivander frowned for the first time.

Even when it came time to pick a wand for Harry Potter, he didn't have this reaction.

Then he took out another wand and handed it to Dudley.

"Ebony, unicorn fur, eight and a half inches"

Another burst of breaking wind.

Now, Ollivander's brow furrowed even deeper.

And then there's the third...

"Ten inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn hair"

Fourth...

"Willow, unicorn hair, fourteen inches"

Dudley changed his wands one by one, but unlike Harry's wand, Dudley's wand didn't react at all...

It's like... A Muggle is holding a twig waving... There are no words to describe it but stupid.

Ollivanders' forehead had wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

Hermione looked at Dudley, then at Harry, and finally at the wand in her hand.

Isn't it a bit sloppy to do this? Actually, I could have tried a few more.

Dudley didn't realize that something was wrong, even if he was stupid, so he returned the first wand to Ollivander, and grabbed a box next to him.

"I feel like this wand is calling to me, didn't you say that the wand chooses its owner? Okay, that's it. ”

Dudley said very perfunctorily, not giving Ollivanders a chance to speak, took out twenty-one gold galleons and put them on the counter, and pulled Hermione and Harry away as if they were running away.

Ollivander watched the three of them leave, without hindrance...

"Iron birch, Thestrals tail feathers, nine inches"

"The iron birch is too hard, the Thestrals' tail feathers are too unstable, and the material and core of the wand are not what I like..."

"It was the most failed wand I've ever made, more of a dagger than a wand..."