Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"No thanks." Hagrid said hoarsely, "I guess the Dursleys will not give you gifts. Now that Ollivander is left, only the Ollivander family sells magic wands. Go there. You can definitely buy the best wand."

Maybe the voice was a little louder, and the snowy owl woke up and glanced blankly at the two girls surrounding it. The head was round and small, the face was inconspicuous, and there were no ear feather clusters, and the mouth was almost covered by beard feathers. The eyes are golden yellow, the mouth is lead gray, the paws are gray, and the ends are black. The whole body is white with black spots.

"Wow! It's beautiful!" Glory couldn't help holding out his finger to order a little bit of this beautiful snowy owl.

"Be careful." Hermione slapped her hand hastily.

"Ona!" Glory looked at his brother, "Tell him I want to touch him."

"Okay." Ona nodded and asked the snow owl: "Can you hear me?"

"Oh?" Snowy Owl looked at Ona in surprise, "I can hear you, can you talk to me?"

"Yes, my sister wants to touch you. Is it convenient?" Ona said bluntly.

"Can she understand what I'm saying? But I probably understand what she said. If you want to touch it, touch it. This lady is very angry." The snowy owl bounced to the edge of the cage so that Glory could touch her. .

"Okay." Ona signaled that Glory was all right, and while she was petting the snowy owl, he said to Harry: "This is a lady. Give her a name."

Hagrid's chin almost didn't fall off: "Ona, can you really communicate with an owl?!"

"More than that," Hermione said proudly. "There are tigers, deer, bears, and so on."

"Wow!" Hagrid's eyes glowed, "Can you talk to the dragon? I have always wanted to raise a dragon. Tell you guys, the reason why the Gringotts we visited just now said that lunatics would grab them. On the one hand, The fairies can spell—can cast witchcraft. On the other hand, they said that the most secure vaults are guarded by dragons. You just didn’t go down with us to take a look. Gringotts has been underground for hundreds of miles. The place, understand? If you could really steal something, you would have starved to death before you found the way out."

"You just said you want a dragon?" Harry noticed this.

"I've wanted it since I was a kid." Hagrid said without hesitation.

"Well, Harry, are you sure what you want to call her?" Ona asked.

"How is Hedwig?" Glory suddenly said. "I just saw it when I flipped through the textbook."

"What do you think?" Ona asked Harry.

"No problem, it sounds great!" Harry immediately liked the name. The snowy owl in the cage spread its wings comfortably: "I like it too."

"Okay." Ona shrugged. "We should go buy a wand."

The last shop was small and broken, and the golden sign on the door had peeled off, and it said: Ollivander-a well-made wand since 382 BC.

Everyone couldn't help but stand in awe-it wasn't nearly two thousand four hundred years ago, more than two thousand three hundred years ago. Ona's eyes flashed, isn't that exactly the same period as Guiguzi?

In the dusty window, there was a magic wand solitary on the faded purple cushion, and Ona felt the magic wand beckoning himself.

When they entered the store, jingle bells came from somewhere behind the store hall. The store hall was small and there was nothing but a bench. It was very crowded with so many people going in. In the end, Wang Jin and Mrs. William and Mrs. William chose to wait at the door and wait until the payment was time to come in. Harry entrusted Hedwig to Wang Jin, and Anna also learned that Glory was teasing her.

Hagrid sat on the bench and waited. Harry and the others had a strange feeling, as if they had come to a strictly managed library. They suppressed the many new questions that had just arisen in their minds, and began to see the ones that almost reached the ceiling. Thousands of long and narrow cartons.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice said, startling them. Ona was not scared. He had heard the footsteps of the shopkeeper a long time ago, but Hagrid was also very scared because of the sudden transmission at this time. There was a loud clicking sound, and he quickly got up from the bench.

An old man stood in front of them, and his big light eyes looked like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello." Everyone greeted the elderly one after another.

"Oh, yes." The old man looked at Harry, "Yes, yes, I know I will see you soon, Harry Potter, that's not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother's. Back then She came here to buy her first wand. It’s almost like yesterday. It’s ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, and whistling. It’s a good magic wand."

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry, and Harry was nervous.

"Your father is different. He likes the mahogany wand. It's eleven inches long, flexible and stronger. It's the best for polymorphism. I say your father likes it—in fact, of course it is. The wand is choosing its wizard."

Mr. Ollivander leaned closer and closer to Harry, his nose was about to touch Harry's face. "Oh, this is..." Mr. Ollivander stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his long pale fingers.

"I'm very sorry, this was made by a wand I sold." He whispered softly, "Thirteen inches and a half long. It's made of yew. It's very powerful, very strong, but it fell into the wrong hands. Here, if I knew this magic wand was made, I would have done something like this..."

He shook his head, then recognized Hagrid with another glance, which made Harry seem relieved.

"Rubber! Ruber Hagrid! I'm so glad to see you again! Oak, sixteen inches long and a bit curved, right?"

"Yes, sir." Hagrid said.

"That's a good magic wand. But I think they must have been crushed by them when they fired you?" Mr. Ollivander said, suddenly becoming serious.

"Ah, yes, I was smashed by them, yes." Hagrid said awkwardly, "I still have the smashed wand."

"But you don't need it?" Mr. Ollivander asked hurriedly.

"Oh, no, sir." Hagrid grabbed his pink umbrella tightly.

"Hmm." Mr. Ollivander glanced at him, turned his head and said to the three children: "You and I have no impression."

"Yes, we just knew about this." Ona smiled, not caring.

"Welcome." Mr. Ollivander nodded. "Let's start then. Mr. Potter, come on, let me see." He took out a long tape measure with silver graduations from his pocket. "Which arm do you use to make the wand?"

"Oh...oh, I'm used to using my right hand." Harry said.