Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 8: Wand, and Birthday Present
Mr. Ollivander opened his mouth, obviously not expecting Harry to say such a thing.

To avoid an awkward silence, Mr. Ollivander decided to change the subject.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter," he said, and walked back behind the counter, pulled out a measuring tape, and asked, "Which arm do you prefer to use your wand with?"

"Right hand, sir." Harry kept a polite smile on his face.

"Raise your arms, okay." Ollivander began to measure Harry, from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, and even from shoulder to floor.

Harry never understood why buying a wand is not like buying clothes. Does he have to measure his waist?

While he was measuring, Mr. Ollivander was explaining it to him - but from what Harry saw, Mr. Ollivander was just explaining dragon heartstrings, phoenix feathers, and unicorn hair, without explaining why he did that.

After a long time, the measurement process was finally completed and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"All right," said Mr. Ollivander, and the measuring tape slid to the floor and rolled up. "Well, Mr. Potter, try this one - maple wood, phoenix feather, seven inches long, pretty flexible, would you like to try it?"

Harry took the wand and just waved it once when Mr. Ollivander took it back.

"No, this one isn't suitable for you. Try this one, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, very flexible." Mr. Ollivander handed Harry another wand.

Harry took the wand obediently, but before he could wave it, Mr. Ollivander snatched it back from him.

"No, no, try this one—" Ollivander said to himself: "Poplar, dragon heartstring, eleven and three-quarters inches."

This time, Harry did not take the wand.

"Mr. Potter? Please take it and try it." Mr. Ollivander thought Harry was distracted and reminded him.

"Are you sure this one is for me?" Harry said. "I don't think you'll know it's not for me before I wave it around in my hand."

"It seems that you are really not suitable for it." Mr. Ollivander seemed not to hear Harry's sarcasm. This time he lowered his head and searched the counter for a long time.

"Got it," he said, pulling out a box from under the counter and opening it with great care: "Beechwood, dragon heartstring, eleven inches—"

Harry didn't answer it, but looked at Mr. Ollivander.

"Try it." Ollivander was not angry and moved the wand towards him.

Harry then took the wand. As soon as he held it, he felt a warm current flowing into the wand, and a beam of light burst out from the tip of the wand, and then golden stars shot out like fireworks, and even splashed on the surrounding walls.

"Yes, yes, that's the feeling!" Mr. Ollivander covered his mouth and said with great emotion: "Beech, I knew it was beech - you know, the true match for a beech wand should be like this, if it is a teenager, then he or she has wisdom beyond his or her age; if he or she is an adult, then he or she must be sensible and experienced."

Harry pressed down the corners of his mouth and gave his comment.

"not bad."

He readily took out his Galleons, and after Mr. Ollivander reminded him of the price, he placed seven Galleons on the counter to buy the wand. Mr. Ollivander bowed and sent him out of the wand shop.

Outside the shop, Hagrid was standing there holding a big cake.

Seeing Harry coming out, Hagrid walked up and handed him the cake.

"I know your birthday is in a few days, but we're about to part ways and you're going back to the Dursleys, so just think of it as me celebrating your birthday in advance," said Hagrid.

Harry looked down at the cake. It spelled "HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY" on it.

There were two misspellings of the three words above, but his name was the only one that was not misspelled. "Thanks, Hagrid." Harry gave Hagrid a big smile. "I like this cake very much. If you don't mind, we can go back to the Leaky Cauldron and enjoy it together before we go our separate ways?"

"Oh, Harry." Hagrid ruffled Harry's messy hair with his large hands.

The two returned to the Leaky Cauldron and bought a lot of things from Diagon Alley this time, not only books, but also a snowy owl that Hagrid gave him as a birthday present. Harry named it Hedwig.

The snowy owl smiles sweetly and is very beautiful.

"If you're at the Dursleys and they treat you badly, you can use this owl to write to me." Hagrid said to Harry while eating cake at the bar seat: "Don't worry, this owl will find me."

"Okay, Hagrid." Harry didn't say much, just nodded in agreement.

He was still distracted while eating the cake.

To be honest, it had been almost a day since he left the Dursleys' house, and he really missed Dudley a little.

After eating the cake, Hagrid took Harry out of the Leaky Cauldron.

The combination of the two of them was so eye-catching, not to mention Hagrid, the tall and strong man who was eye-catching in himself, just the large and small bags they were carrying, and a snowy owl, were enough to attract people's attention.

Fortunately, it is legal to keep snowy owls in England, so no one called the police, but I could not avoid attracting attention along the way.

"Well, I regret that," said Hagrid. "I should have called the Knight Bus."

"Knight Bus?" Harry asked knowingly.

He would have actually forgotten about the Knight Bus if Hagrid hadn't mentioned it.

He had been fortunate enough to ride it several times when he was in school a hundred years ago. It was said that it was the suggestion of the Minister for Magic Dugald MacPhail more than 20 years ago.

"The Knight Bus will always help wizards in need. It can transport people to any place on land." Hagrid said to Harry: "Well, take out your wand and stretch it into the air -"

Harry did as he was told, pulling out his wand and thrusting it into the air.

"blow--"

Almost as soon as he raised his hand, a double-decker bus appeared in front of him.

At the same time, Harry also noticed that the passers-by who had been staring at the strange combination of him and Hagrid suddenly stopped looking at them.

A Muggle-Confusing Charm, Harry muttered to himself, a magic that had hardened the Knight Bus.

"Hey, you two, are you ready to get in the car?"

The conductor leaned against the door and asked loudly.

Hagrid immediately picked up the bags and took Harry to the car.

"Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, if you will," said Hagrid.

While Hagrid was talking to the conductor, Harry was still thinking.

It would be interesting to see the expression on Dudley's fat face if he took a ride on the Knight Bus with him because he was carsick.

(End of this chapter)