Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

No wand suitable for Thor? What does that mean?!

"Why? Doesn't every little wizard have their own wand? That's every little wizard's greatest hope for the magical world!"

Hagrid grew impatient, his gruff voice shaking down clouds of dust.

In the eyes of this rough-looking half-giant, Thor, who helped Harry, was Harry's friend and also his friend.

—Of course, let's not discuss why Harry needs help in the first place.

Compared to the shock of the two, Thor didn't react much, just calmly looking at the man with the staff, as if he had expected this outcome.

The moment he entered, he felt the trembling of hundreds of wands in the room.

Just like Harry's wand, it's very shy and won't let anyone touch it.

"...My ancestors told me that a hundred years ago, a wizard from the Grimm family also came seeking a magic wand."

Mr. Ollivander straightened up and, instead of answering the question directly, began to tell a story.

"She is an extremely talented wizard. The darkness of her family did not diminish her spirit; on the contrary, it fueled her fighting spirit."

"I want a wand," the girl said, "a wand worthy of me, so we can fight side by side!"

"However, the girl tried and tried, piling up wands until they reached the ceiling. By the time the sun set, her confidence had turned into doubt and frustration."

"This talented girl finally had to admit that she could not become close friends with any magic wand."

"Ah...yes."

Mr. Ollivander gazed intently into Thor's eyes, Thor's handsome face reflected in his silvery-moon-like pupils.

"Yes, she also has gray eyes like yours. And like you, she bears the curse and responsibility of her family..."

Upon hearing this, Thor understood something.

He took off his right glove and showed Mr. Ollivander the "ink stain" on his fingertip!

This is authoritative proof of his status as a librarian, and it also demonstrates the extent to which he has been influenced by fairy tales.

Just like long, long ago, those legendary ancestors dipped their pens in ink and wrote down those familiar stories.

"This is it!"

Mr. Ollivander stared wide-eyed, leaned closer, and looked at the pitch-black color with astonishment and awe.

"Because you have been marked by this power, you have become its possession."

"Therefore, no other wand can belong to you—I mean, no other wand can be chosen by you."

—It turns out that I have been taken over by a fantasy entity, just like a queen who has taken over the bedroom (soul).

Saul had never heard of this from his deceased grandfather.

As always, she coldly told him: "You don't need to use a wand."

"Isn't it 'unusable' instead of 'no need to use'...?"

Thor clenched his fingers slightly, muttering to himself:

"Grandpa couldn't possibly not know the truth. Did he not tell me so that I wouldn't be disappointed one day?"

"Just like the young girl Ollivander mentioned."

What a strange kind of good intention.

In the silence, Thor lowered his head, lost in thought.

Hagrid stood frozen in place, bewildered. He was about to pat Thor on the back in comfort when Harry stopped him.

Harry shook his head; he sensed keenly that Thor just wanted to be alone and think things through.

After a long pause, Thor spoke up: "...By the way, what happened to that girl in the end?"

Clearly, that girl, like him, was probably the previous librarian.

Ollivander: "I don't know, Mr. Green. Where that girl went afterward, what her name was, all vanished into history."

All I know is that since then, Ollivander's Wand Shop has never served anyone from the Grimm family again.

Thor slowly nodded, and when he looked up, the expression on his face made Ollivander's eyes widen slightly in surprise.

Thor's face showed no regret or anger, only a calm and composed smile!

"The wand is the wizard's extended hand, but even if I don't have a wand, there are arms willing to help me selflessly."

Thor put his white gloves back on, took off his top hat, and from the top hat emerged the pale, severed arm that had "lost the hands of a young girl".

"I will find a wand that can even accept fantasy forms."

"The Green family pays its respects, Mr. Ollivander. I'm afraid you will never again entertain someone with gray eyes."

A wand is a wizard's amplifier; having one makes it much more convenient if you want to use spells.

Thor believed that the magical world was full of wonders.

After all, this is a "fairy tale"~

"..."

Ollivander stared blankly at Thor, stunned by the boy's straw-haired yet humble attitude.

He wasn't unfamiliar with pure-blood families; in fact, he had just finished selecting a wand for a Malfoy son today.

But never, not even one person has possessed such noble and composed manners as Thor!

It's as if he's a "manager" who has everything under his control.

Mr. Ollivander composed himself, then bowed deeply again, and said sincerely, "I hope you find the right wand for you, Mr. Grimm."

Despite such high hopes, Mr. Ollivander also believed that Thor was impossible to find.

I'm destined to never own a magic wand in this lifetime.

It's a pity that their lifelong mission was probably to cleanse the Green family of their "sins".

So, how far can this generation go?

Mr. Ollivander sighed inwardly.

He watched Thor and Harry's group leave the shop, then suddenly remembered something and called out:

"Oh, right! Although I don't know the girl's name, I remember the name of her mother who came with her—"

"Her name is Lorrina Charlotte Liddell."

Thor turned around, his gray eyes looking at Mr. Ollivander, then at Hagrid, who had grown up in the wizarding world—but Hagrid, unsurprisingly, shook his head, looking bewildered.

Lorrina Charlotte Liddell... He had never heard of that name before.

The Green family has no family tree, and the names of their ancestors are kept secret and never mentioned.

I'll check it again later.

Thor nodded: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Ollivander, I've got it—"

Just then.

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

The shrill, ear-piercing alarm clock suddenly rang out!

It could be heard clearly even on a noisy street!

Thor's pupils contracted sharply, and the relaxed smile on his face quickly turned serious. He immediately pulled out a gold pocket watch from his pocket!

The gold pocket watch stopped spinning, and all three hands pointed straight to the other end of the street!

"Thor!" the fire demon leaped out, exclaiming in astonishment, "It's hatched already? This is impossible!!"

From the moment I met Professor Snape and my pocket watch started ticking, only a few hours had passed!

The fantasy form could never grow fully and break free of the body like that!

"Don't forget, Calcifer, there's another possibility."

Thor said in a deep voice, his gray eyes shining, and the corners of his mouth unable to be suppressed as he smiled.

"That is, a high-level fantasy entity suddenly appeared, capable of instantly triggering an alarm!"

—For example, the mastermind behind it all, Alice!

"Got you?"

Thor grinned widely, his exaggerated smile making his face look somewhat distorted.

With a wave of his arm: "Calcifer!"

"Alright! Master!"

"boom--!!!"

The blazing flames swept up from the ground like a storm!

It stained the streets and the air red, casting its wild and swaying enormous shadow onto the brick walls on both sides of the street!

"Aaaaaah!"

The crowd screamed and scattered, and the crowded street became empty in the blink of an eye!

Harry & Hagrid: (ΩДΩ)?!

"Vulcan clears the way."

Saul lowered the brim of his hat and said casually.