Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard

Stepping on the cobblestone path, Gretel was stunned for a while, unable to take his eyes away from the crowded but not cramped shops around him.

No matter in his previous life or this life, he never thought that he would become a wizard.

The crowded Diagon Alley suddenly burst into his eyes and mind.

In the Eela Owl Shop, the weird owls scanned the wizards and wizards coming and going, just like the cats and dogs in the pet shop in the Muggle world.

At Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, the little wizards filed in at the urging of their families. They must be the freshmen of the major magic academies this year.

Gringotts is the most majestic. After all, the goblins are the money stewards of the wizarding world. There is no shortage of money for repairs. The wizards who come in and out make a jingle, which makes the cash-strapped little Gretel extremely envious.

A bouncing broom at the entrance of the magic shop is attracting customers.

At the door of Mrs. Primpine's beauty potion store, many witches who were wrapped up tightly were waiting. After a while, they walked out with their chests raised and their heads raised.

The signboard of Patchi's Crucible Shop is shining, and each specially treated, bright and reflective crucible shows its charm to the wizards coming and going through the window.

Another little wizard in Flourish and Blotts disobeyed and stuck his finger into the iron cage. The bookstore salesperson had to take a broom and hit the spine of the book crazily to try to save the little wizard.

Just looking at those flying books showing off their mighty teeth, Gretel knew that the disobedient little wizard was probably going to suffer a lot.

The smell at the entrance of Slug \u0026 Giggs Pharmacy is very mixed. Various leaves, bulbs, and powders are mixed with the bloody smell of the blood of magical animals. It is a bit like a Chinese medicine pharmacy, but it is not unpleasant. You can even vaguely smell something refreshing. of fresh fragrance.

Of course, for the quasi-first-year wizard Gretel, the most important store is the small and shabby-looking wand shop in front of her.

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Ollivander's store is small and shabby, and the gold-lettered sign on the door has peeled off. It reads: "Ollivander's has been making exquisite wands since 382 BC."

In the dusty window, a magic wand lies alone on a purple velvet cushion. Through the window, you can see that the store is even simpler, with almost no displays. At a glance, you can only see countless long and narrow boxes that reach the ceiling. .

Gretel clicked his tongue slightly. With so many boxes, if there were wands in them, there would probably be thousands of them. Considering the price of the wands, excluding Gringotts, Mr. Ollivander might be the richest in this street.

Pushing the door open and walking in, the doorbell jingled and a head of slightly messy silver hair emerged from behind the counter.

"Oh, it seems that it is the little wizard who chooses his partner again." Ollivander's tone was a little light, maybe for him, the wands here are all his children.

For such an old wizard who has dedicated his life to wand making, it is of course a joy to be able to choose a perfect home for his child.

When Hagrid squeezed in with difficulty, Ollivander's eyes focused on Hagrid, or rather the small umbrella in Hagrid's hand.

"Rubber Hagrid, I remember you. Your wand is very special. It's sixteen inches. I haven't made a wand that long for many years. It's oak and the core is..."

Before Ollivander could finish speaking, Hagrid coughed lightly. Of course, we understand the cough of a half-blood giant.

Ollivander understood and patted his head, "As I get older, I can't remember some things clearly."

Gretel rolled his eyes noncommittally. If it weren't for the fear of being exposed, he couldn't help but complain. Hagrid thought that the identity of the hybrid giant was still a secret.

"Okay then, little wizard, would you be lucky enough to learn your name?"

"McGarrett."

"Let me think about it, the Gretel family," Ollivander thought for a while, "Well, it seems that our little wizard comes from the Muggle world, so welcome to the magical world, Mr. McGarrett."

After measuring his height, arm span, and asking about his dominant hand, Ollivander ducked behind the counter.

"Let me think about it..."

Soon, Ollivander pulled out a box from the pile of wands, "Then try this one, cherry wood, unicorn tail hair, nine and one-half inches. Cherry wood has always represented strong self-control and excellence. The unicorn hair represents absolute loyalty to one’s partner.”

At Ollivander's signal, Gretel took the wand and waved it gently, causing a breeze to blow.

"It seems that this wand is not suitable for you, don't worry, try this one again, holly wood, dragon's nerve, ten inches, holly wood represents luck, usually accompanied by those wizards who are not afraid of dangers, dragon's nerve can always cast The most amazing spell and the most intimate connection with his fellow wizards."

He took the wand again, waved it, and a firework exploded in the small wand shop.

"Still not suitable, try something else. Laurel wood, phoenix feather, eleven and three-quarter inches. Even if the laurel wood wand is for the pursuit of glory, it cannot do dishonorable acts, and as long as you are diligent enough , she will always be loyal and will spontaneously lightning strike when taken away.

Although the phoenix feather is extremely difficult to control, its spell range is extremely large, making it most suitable for magicians who aspire to be powerful. "

With a wave, the wand shop lit up as if it was set on fire, and Ollivander took the wand from Gretel's hand like a robbery.

"It seems that this one is not suitable for you, you are such a picky little wizard, but it doesn't matter, I have plenty of wands here. Try this one again, beech wood, dragon heart tendon, ten and one-half inches... "

Alder, hawthorn, cherry, fir...

He tried many, but none satisfied Ollivander.

When the boxes scattered on the counter almost reached Hagrid's height, Ollivander once again pulled out a box from the pile of wands.

"This one, grapevine wood, unicorn hair, ten and three-quarter inches. The grapevine wood wand is quite special, with great interest. Almost all the partners of the grapevine wood wand have great ambitions and extraordinary vision. There is a strong attraction to grapevine wands for their hidden personality, and grapevine wands are more sensitive than any wand made of wood when it comes to rapport.

Unicorn hair generally produces the most stable spells and is least likely to fluctuate or jam. Wands with unicorn hair cores are generally the least likely to succumb to dark magic.

Although wands made of unicorn hair are not the most powerful, they are the most loyal of wands and usually stick to their first owner, regardless of whether the owner becomes an accomplished wizard or not. "

Under Ollivander's eyes full of surprise, the grapevine wand almost jumped into Grete's hand, and substantial joy swept from the wand to the entire wand shop.

"Sure enough, this wand is the most suitable for you. Look at how happy she is. I must remember you. This is really amazing."

After paying the price of nine galleons, Gretel left the wand shop with his wand and wand maintenance book.

Standing on the street, under the sun, I looked at this extremely happy 'child' in my hands.

The length of ten and three-quarters is just right, and it won't look too short even if it grows a little longer.

Grapevine wood has good elasticity and is slightly bendable. The handle of the stick is engraved with decorative patterns, which looks mysterious and full of beauty.

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