Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 8 8. Harry's New Wand
Think of what Harry had asked for.

First of all, the weapons and armor cannot be too big, because Harry is at an age where he will grow taller, so this mail armor is actually a simple version, as long as it can protect the front and back of the chest, arms and legs, and it does not include gloves and wrist guards.

Actually, it was only the breastplate and leg armor, and it was a porous structure that could adjust to a certain size according to Harry's needs. This was also the reason why it was so cheap - the protection was reduced.

Another reason is that these weapons and armor are not real magic weapons and armor. In Azeroth, they can only be regarded as white equipment at most. They are very ordinary and naturally not worth much. Even a Muggle blacksmith can make them.

Until he was able to forge his own weapons and armor, Harry planned to use this crude version as a starting point.

In the eyes of the copper circle, the celebrity Harry Potter's request, which can be regarded as a retro one among wizards, can only be regarded as a sudden whim of a young child, just a toy of a celebrity.

But in Harry's eyes, these things are not toys at all - although these equipment are simple white equipment, as long as Harry puts them on, some of his spells can reach the standard of use.

As for the three sets of cloth armor bought in Madam Malkin's robe shop... Harry only planned to use them as cloaks to avoid conspicuousness.

After all, he seemed to have attracted enough attention in the wizarding world.

The clothes were measured uneventfully, without any twists and turns - although there was a blond boy who tried to talk to Harry to relieve his boredom while he was measuring the clothes, but he was ignored by Harry.

Both the tone of voice and the arrogance hidden in the words triggered Harry's bull instinct - there was no doubt that this was a child who was not raised well, and Harry had no intention of doing anything for his parents, provided that he did not provoke him.

After measuring the size of the clothes, Harry asked Madam Malkin for these physical data, intending to send them to the Copper Circle via owl so that he could create a suitable armor.

Hagrid was already waiting for him at the door - he even had a birdcage in his hand, which contained a snowy owl, which was classified as a snowy owl.

"A birthday present, Harry," grinned Hagrid. "I hope you like it - I thought you wouldn't like toads or anything, so I picked a nice girl like this. She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Of course, Hagrid," Harry said sincerely, "thank you for your gift, I like it very much, I just need an owl to deliver the letter for me."

Gifts from friends always make people happy.

After returning to the world into which he was born, Harry felt as if he had made his first friend.

A giant pretending to be something he isn't.

"Oh, I'm glad you like it," Hagrid said happily, scratching his messy hair. "Then the next step is the last one - it's time to choose a wand for you."

Wand!

I repeat, no one can resist the thrill of getting new equipment, no one - not even Harry.

The shop where the wizards bought their weapons was exactly what Harry had imagined before; it was very old-fashioned, but very clean, without a speck of dust.

The entire Ollivander's Wand Shop seemed very crowded. Even though Hagrid hesitated for a while and did not come in, Harry still felt that the shop was not spacious enough after standing in it - the shelves on both sides and even above his head were filled with long boxes, and in some of the open boxes, Harry saw wands placed inside.

There was a room full of magical weapons, and Harry felt that they were at least blue quality excellent equipment, perhaps mixed with some purple quality epic equipment.

To put it even more mysteriously, these wands are weapons with their own spirits, which makes them even more precious.

——After all, the shaman itself is a profession that believes that all things have spirits.

Storms, fire, flowing water, everything in nature, even animals, ancestors... Shamans believe that all things have spirits, and they can actually communicate with these invisible spirits.

Elements and souls are the shaman's way of survival.

Naturally, Harry keenly captured the spirits in these wands - they seemed to be trying to talk to him, but they were unable to do so due to their own weakness.

He didn't know why no one came out to greet him even though he had been in the store for such a long time, but Harry felt that if he just wanted to choose a wand that suited him, he could do it himself.

Closing his eyes, Harry listened to the call of the spirits.

The many wands displayed in the wand shop seemed to have turned into countless jumping souls, showing themselves in front of Harry.

This... is too active. Harry prefers something more calm.

And that one... was a little too calm. When Harry called him, he just turned over and didn't make any more movements.

Some were cool and calm, some were excited, some were reckless, and some were depressed and uneasy... To be honest, Harry was a little dazzled by the choices.

Fortunately, after sensing one by one, Harry finally stopped in front of a shelf. He opened his eyes, stood on tiptoe, accurately pulled out a long box from the row of shelves above his head and opened it. A magic wand was lying safely inside.

As black as obsidian, the matte surface is so smooth, and the whole body is as calm and low-key as black jade, yet it cannot be ignored.

clap, clap, clap...

Harry looked up and saw an old man with silver hair standing in the attic of the room, looking at him. His large, light-colored eyes looked like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Wonderful, wonderful," Ollivander said in a very gentle voice, "It seems that you have chosen him in the end?" It was not an illusion. Harry was sure that Ollivander seemed to be talking to him, but actually he was talking to himself and the wand in his hand.

"What a great talent, kid." Looking at Harry, Ollivander said with great pleasure, "I thought only members of the Ollivander family or people who have been in contact with wands for a long time could notice their radiance. I didn't expect that you, so young, could also see this."

"I only saw their spirits. I actually know nothing about the materials of the wands." Harry keenly noticed Ollivander's name for the wands and considerately changed the name. "Your talent is also very impressive, sir."

The compliment was meant sincerely, after all, if Ollivander could notice the spirits in these wands and communicate with them like he did, then Harry felt that of all the wizards he had met so far, this old man was the most likely to be a shaman.

"Spirit? This statement sounds like something wizards in Africa would say," Ollivander laughed a few times, "but as far as I know, many of Wagadu's spells are cast with fingers or gestures."

Uagadou is the magic school in Africa. Its status in Africa is equivalent to Hogwarts. It also has a history of one thousand years and is an internationally renowned school.

"If the wand can increase the power of magic, then I think using the wand is the best solution," Harry replied.

"...This is a rare point of view, Mr. Potter." Ollivander looked at Harry in surprise. "As far as I know, most wizards yearn for silent or wandless spells, because they represent the convenience of casting spells and a person's strength is strong - even after being silent and wandless, the power of spells is generally reduced."

"That's really... asking for trouble." After thinking for a while, Harry chose a less offensive word to describe it. "Since there is a useful equipment, why not use it? It can obviously improve your strength."

You must choose a good weapon. Even a guardian who is at the top of the mage profession still needs a staff to help stabilize the flow of magic and increase the power of magic.

Deliberately giving up a weapon in favor of magic when the weapon would clearly enhance him was a line of thought that Harry could not comprehend.

"Because it looks really powerful, and of course, very convenient." Harry's opinion on the wand made Ollivander like it even more. He said easily, "If you are interested in wands, Mr. Potter, then I would be happy to accept you as an apprentice in your seventh year - as I said just now, you are really talented."

"But seven years from now is a bit too far away. It's too early to tell now." Without waiting for Harry to answer, Ollivander said, "Compared to the choice seven years from now, I think you should be more concerned about the wand in your hand, Mr. Potter."

"Yes, the wand." Ollivander's voice suddenly became low, and he seemed to be lost in his memories. "Your eyes are the same beautiful emerald color as your mother's. She bought her first wand from me that year. It was ten and a quarter inches long and made of willow wood...but your father preferred mahogany wands, which were eleven inches long, more flexible, more powerful, and better at Transfiguration..."

Harry found that the old man's memory was much better than he had imagined. Well, could it be because his family was too famous?
"And now, Mr. Potter," Ollivander suddenly leaned in front of Harry, his eyes flashing with uncertainty, and Harry noticed that he was actually looking through the hair on his forehead at the scar, "everything is completely different again."

"I thought you would get this wand," Ollivander babbled, then turned and took a wand from the shelf, "Holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long - the most important thing is his wand core, the same wand core, it was his brother who left you with the scar."

"What does this mean? You have transcended your own destiny? Freed from the shackles of fate? But why? Did something happen?" Ollivander fell into deep thought.

"...Voldemort's wand?" Harry thought about it and roughly understood what Ollivander was talking about.

"Oh, don't mention that name, kid." Ollivander shuddered and seemed to come back to his senses under this stimulation. He looked at the box in Harry's hand and said, "Take it. It's thirteen and a half inches long, made of ebony, and the core is a thunderbird tail feather."

He picked up the wand without hesitation - it was difficult for Harry to describe the feeling, it was as if he had an extra arm extending outward, warm, and under his control.

There was suddenly a scent of grass in the air, just like the scent of grass Harry smelled on Thunder Bluff in his memory, and there was also the warmth of the sun on his body and the sound of thunder.

Ollivander was clapping again.

"Talent, this is talent," Ollivander wiped the tears from his eyes, "Only a very small number of people can find the right wand for themselves."

"Ebony wands usually choose those who have the courage to be themselves. They don't follow the crowd, they are independent and like to immerse themselves in the state of being outsiders." Ollivander knows the characteristics of the wand material like the back of his hand. "You are a person who can ignore external pressure and stick to your beliefs, Mr. Potter."

"It's amazing. Why did I come up with such an amazing idea at that time? To add a thunderbird's tail feather to a unique wand... Although it does make the wand more powerful, especially in terms of transfiguration, it also makes it more difficult to master. To be honest, I thought it would stay here forever."

"You're going to do great things, Mr. Potter. Great things."

Amid Ollivander's mysterious mutterings, Harry was sent out after leaving behind seven gold Galleons - to be honest, given Ollivander's mental state, Harry felt that he was even more suitable to be a shaman.

Traditional shaman.

"Have you chosen your wand?" Hagrid, who was waiting at the door, seemed to have finally breathed a sigh of relief. "To be honest, it took quite a while - is your new wand comfortable to use?"

"Of course," Harry, who had received the new equipment, couldn't wait to try it out, "I feel great."

This exploration of the unknown is also one of the reasons why Harry was addicted to adventure when he was in Azeroth, a sense of novelty.

Under Hagrid's guidance, Harry bought everything he needed, especially those magic-related books that were not on the textbook list - as long as he was interested.

This made Hagrid mutter a few words about whether the kid would go to Ravenclaw, and it also allowed Harry to get a 50% discount at Flourish and Blotts - don't ask, the only thing you know is that Harry Potter also came to buy books.

The price was that Harry left an autograph for the bookstore manager as a souvenir. This was the treatment a celebrity received.

But for Harry, the most important thing for him when he returned to number four, Privet Drive, was to hold a ceremony.

A traditional, shamanic ritual of worshipping the elements and all spirits.

Harry was going to try to call upon the elements of this world to the greatest extent possible.

(End of this chapter)