DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl looked at the only wand shop in the UK in front of him. He was a little mentally prepared after watching a movie in his previous life, but he couldn't help but feel shocked.

The reason is that the place is too dilapidated. Even the most important signboard of a store has been seriously peeled off, and it is swayingly suspended on the door plaque. This kind of scene makes him really unable to dream of Harry Potter fans from all over the world in his previous life. Connect with the holy places you want to come to.

The sign above the shop reads: Ollivander, who has been making fine wands since 382 BC. Inside the dusty window, a solitary wand lay on a faded purple cushion.

Carl couldn't help but stroked his head and let out a sigh: "I said Ollivander, you are the last direct descendant of the three Peverell brothers who dare to trade with the god of death, why don't you have such a lack of appearance, in terms of decoration? No matter what, you have to put down Gringotts."

Carl looked through the window and saw that Harry was already picking out a wand, so he pushed open the door that might fall off with a little force and walked in.

As for Hagrid, his wand had long been broken by the Ministry of Magic, so he didn't dare to enter Ollivander's wand shop. The old guy had been making wands for decades, and a glance at Hagrid's umbrella could tell there was something wrong. So at this time he should prepare a birthday present for Harry, which is the white owl named Hedwig.

"This little gentleman, please wait a moment, Mr. Potter has just started picking wands..." Ollivander heard the sound of the door opening, looked back, and said softly to Karl.

His eyes are large and slightly pale in color, shining like two small light bulbs in the dimly lit shop.

"Mr Potter, it was here that your parents bought the first wand, and I still remember it as if it happened yesterday, ten and a quarter inches long, made of willow, and very good at casting spells. fast."

"Your father is a little bit different, maybe he was a little bit fussy before he met your mother? He chose a mahogany wand, eleven inches long, with which he had great success with Transfiguration. "

Carl: "..."

Basically all the wands in the UK are sold here...

Ollivander took a tape measure with a silver scale from his pocket with a serious look. For him, making wands and helping little wizards choose wands are also the least sloppy things in life.

The tape measure automatically pulled away, over Harry's shoulders and began to measure various sizes, from head to shoulders to arms...

Carl felt that the old man probably knew more about his data than Harry himself.

And since he really couldn't understand Ollivander's wave of operations, didn't he say that the wand chose the wizard? Why measure these like clothes? Could it be that Ollivander chooses wands for little wizards based on big data?

"Come on, try this wand."

Harry took the wand from Ollivander's hand, slightly bewildered.

"Give it a try, Mr. Potter," he instructed softly.

"boom!"

Harry waved his wand, and a vase in the shop shattered.

"I'm sorry, sir." Harry said apologetically.

"It's okay, it seems that this one doesn't work, let's try this one again."

...

After repeated experiments, when Karl couldn't help but remind Ollivander to take the holly wood wand directly, he finally chose the right wand for the little savior.

"Perhaps, this one will work?" Ollivander muttered, taking a wand from the top box.

Harry took the wand, the tip of the wand was radiant, his hair was coated with a golden brilliance by the light, and the surrounding walls were dazzling with dazzling light spots, and the dimly lit room suddenly brightened.

"It really deserves to be the savior of the world, this is so high!" Carl exclaimed inwardly.

"Wonderful, really amazing!" Ollivander jumped up and down.

"This posture, just a basketball and a piece of chicken, you are too beautiful bgm, maybe he can fly?" Karl looked at Ollivander, who was a little gaffe, and was speechless.

"Excuse me, sir, but what is it that surprises you?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Dear Mr. Potter, I clearly remember the date and owner of every wand I sell. It just so happens that the core of this wand and the other is from the same phoenix feather." Ollivander explained with a smile.

"The other phoenix's name is Fox, it's the one of Old Deng." Carl added in his heart.

"The amazing thing is that this wand chose you because its brother left you with this scar." Ollivander came over and stroked Harry's lightning-shaped scar with thin fingers. .

"The body of the yew wood stick, thirteen and a half inches long, fell into that man's hand, causing this scar, alas... If I had known this, I would have..."

"You just charge hundreds of gold Galleons for advertising? Which little wizard came to you empty-handed?" Carl continued to complain.

In addition, Carl looked at the messy shop after Harry Potter selected the wand, and suddenly understood why the Ollivander wand shop, which monopolized the largest one in the UK, was so broken. The weapons of all British wizards are derived from this, and it can't stand the Lingxiao Palace a few times a day.

"Finally, Mr. Potter, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, and once a wand chooses its owner, it will follow him for life until he dies. And after the wizard dies, the magic of the wand will dissipate, and it will become a Useless stick, so you must treat him well." Ollivander finally warned earnestly.

"Well, sir, please rest assured, I will definitely cherish it." The little savior clenched the wand in his hand tightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Then Carl, who heard these words, couldn't help rolling his eyes: "he tui~, I believe in you, you bad old man is very bad."

Voldemort was fooled by your words.

Who is the MVP of the final battle? Old wand, no doubt about it!

If it wasn't for the last Elder Wand's mutiny, Voldemort was devoured by his own magic, and he was able to turn his old age with a disarming spell from Harry Potter?

Carl couldn't help but praise Dumbledore's old glass here. The saying that a man matures into a master is really not for nothing. Old Deng had calculated everyone including himself. He knew the rules of the Elder Wand in his heart, and deliberately died to give Harry Potter such an opportunity.

Elder Wand: Is the wand a wizard's most important companion? Sorry, but I don't think so.

Quietly ask for tickets and investments (*^ω^*)