Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

"Thor! You're buying a wand too? What a coincidence, I just bought one, look!"

Harry ran up to Thor and excitedly showed him his newly acquired wand.

The brown wooden poles exuded a stable and upward-looking aura, reminding Thor of the rising sun.

Positive energy resonates with me too.

"That's really good."

Thor smiled kindly and reached out to touch the pair of Savior Wands.

Before the finger even touched it, the magic wand suddenly spun around on its own.

They dodged it.

Thor: ?

"Huh?" Harry was also taken aback, and hurriedly explained, "No, I didn't move—"

However, no matter how hard Harry tried, the wand of purity and justice seemed determined to avoid the source of pollution, twisting and turning, refusing to "sacrifice itself".

They demonstrated unprecedented initiative.

"..."

Thor squinted, looking down at the slightly trembling wand.

Finally, he readily withdrew his hand and sighed:

"Maybe being from a family of fairy tale writers gives me the ability to bring things to life. What a shy girl, hehe~"

Harry instinctively felt that this wasn't the case, but his extraordinary wisdom prevented him from refuting Thor.

To change the subject, Harry's eyes darted around, and he finally noticed the giant bat standing next to Thor.

Like a dark wizard.

Harry paused for a moment, but quickly came to terms with it:

That's just Thor's style, it's normal.

So Harry smiled and looked sincerely into the "Black Bat" with his clear green eyes: "Hello, sir, I am Harry Potter, Thor's friend."

Snape took a straight half-step back.

Harry: ?

Does he smell?

Harry blushed. In his old school, he was often mocked for wearing Dudley's old clothes. His green eyes blinked nervously.

Snape: "..."

"Enough, enough!"

Snape suddenly shouted, but when he met those surprised and bewildered green eyes, he felt his momentum suddenly weaken.

...That damned Dumbledore! That old guy definitely knew Harry was coming to Diagon Alley today!

Snape took a deep breath, feeling that ever since he met Thor, things had been spiraling out of control, like Voldemort running wild.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

The sound of the pocket watch grew clearer, and the urgency intensified.

"Thor," Calcifer, the fire demon, popped out of his pocket, "the illusion is about to appear."

"Um."

Thor nodded, his smile fading slightly.

Just as he was about to call out to Professor Snape, he saw Snape abruptly toss his black robes, turn his cold back to them, and say in a hoarse voice:

"I think you should be able to buy your own wand, Mr. Grimm. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving for a while."

—Right now, I don't have enough courage to face Lily's son.

With that, Snape strode away, his dark figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Thor: "..."

Harry asked in surprise, "Why is he walking with the same foot on the same side? Is he alright?"

Thor shrugged and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, Professor Snape hasn't broken through the barrier of the heart yet."

Harry: ?

Another small question mark popped into Harry's head.

Since Thor called the other person a "professor," then he must be a professor at Hogwarts.

Harry recalled Professor Quirrell, who had been holding his hand in the Leaky Cauldron and stammering, unable to speak clearly.

Are all the people at Hogwarts this eccentric?

However, as long as they are not dangerous people, it's fine.

Perhaps it's a characteristic of the magical world.

Harry's ability to accept things has been greatly enhanced by Thor.

Harry: "Come on, Thor, I'll go with you to choose a wand! Hagrid's there too—you know, that giant guy!"

Thor looked away, nodded, and followed Harry with a nonchalant expression.

"Is it really okay to just let that human escape like this?" The Fire Demon disagreed.

Saul sighed, "What can we do? We have to respect other people's wishes."

"Heh," the fire demon scoffed, "Humans are so indecisive. If you ask me, just take down the human and force out the phantom that's parasitizing him—"

Thor: "Intervening too early will prevent us from drawing out the mastermind."

Fire Demon: "Huh?"

Its leaping flames paused, staring blankly at its master, who then broke into a genuine smile on his handsome face:

"If we resolve this so soon, when will we ever catch the mastermind again? It's like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Besides...aren't you curious about what beautiful flowers a person's emotions can give birth to?"

Thor's smile widened, and a burning desire gleamed in his gray eyes.

The fire demon was terrified.

It turns out, it was the younger brother.

Its inherently evil master had planned everything long ago; that human was the bait to lure out the mastermind behind it all!

"Don't worry," Thor reassured Calcifer, seeing the awe on his face, "I won't let that lovely illusion be destroyed."

Who cares about that?!

The fire demon was speechless for a moment before respectfully saying:

"...As expected of my respected Master, you are even more evil than the fantasy entity."

Thor smiled slightly and shoved it back into his hand.

He thought to himself:

The illusion that parasitized Snape's soul was most likely Alice's doing as well.

If we can't lure her out and take action, we'll be led by the nose by her forever.

It's absolutely not about wanting to see more beautiful fantasy entities, absolutely not.

While pondering, Thor followed Harry into Ollivanders wand shop.

"Ring ring~"

The wind chimes rang, the door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

Thor looked around at the rows of tall stacked wands, an atmosphere of tranquility and mystery permeating the surroundings.

"...Not as good as my library."

Saul drew a conclusion.

"Splash!"

The sound of a roller scraping across the ground rang out, and an old man with white hair stood on the wooden ladder, his silvery, moon-like eyes staring unblinkingly at him.

Harry and Hagrid seemed startled again, standing stiffly to one side.

"Ah... my ancestors told me about your eyes, the eyes of the Green family, like mist in the night..."

"Yes, I recognized it at a glance. It's such a distant and profound memory."

The old man spoke in a hoarse voice, his gaze slowly sweeping over Thor, before quickly climbing down the ladder and standing in front of Thor.

Then, he bowed deeply.

Harry and Hagrid both gaped in astonishment!

Harry remembered how Mr. Ollivander practically had his eyes glued to his face when he tried out his wand—so incredibly respectful!

However, what the old man said next once again surprised them:

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Green. I'm afraid I don't have a suitable wand for you here."