Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

During the process of choosing a wand.

Hermione's mouth never stopped, constantly asking all sorts of questions.

"Why measure the length of my arm—does it have anything to do with the length of my wand—to be honest, my left arm is a little shorter than my right...but that doesn't matter, right?"

"Whether I use my left or right hand—actually, I think I can use either hand—do you think it will affect my ability to use magic?"

Harry noticed that Mr. Ollivander was initially very patient in answering Hermione's every question.

But later, Ollivander's smile gradually became somewhat forced.

So later on...

Ollivander finally couldn't help but interrupt Hermione's question, and said very seriously.

"Miss Granger, you must know that every wand made by Ollivander is unique! No two wands are exactly alike, and the materials they are made of cannot be exactly the same."

"Remember, it's not you who chooses the wand, but the wand that chooses its master!"

As expected, Hermione was taken aback by Ollivander's actions, and she seemed to fall for this tactic, becoming quite excited with her eyes shining.

Harry, on the other hand, winked.

Why did he think that Ollivander couldn't handle the little girl's many questions and used this method to shut her up?

If it were before, Harry might have been fooled by Ollivander just like before.

But Harry had been teased like this by his father many times before this.

Harry's father would always tell him in a serious and solemn manner the serious consequences that would result if he failed to use magic.

Only after leaving Harry completely bewildered would his father, satisfied, put his hands behind his back and walk away.

Harry was left somewhat frightened.

It wasn't until later, when Jackie Chan told Harry, that he realized his father had just been teasing him...

Don't let Dad's serious demeanor fool you; he's actually quite a playful old man.

After that, Harry wasn't so easily swayed by that approach anymore.

Looking back now, he'd only been at his dad's antique shop for a week. But Harry felt he'd changed a lot.

That's strange, why is that?

As Hermione calmed down, Mr. Ollivander began to have her try out various wands. But often, before Hermione could even swing one, the wand would be snatched from her hand.

Therefore, Hermione's expression became increasingly unpleasant.

Just as she was about to question Mr. Ollivander—if he took out the wand but didn't intend to use it, why give it to her in the first place?

Ollivander took out another wand and placed it in front of Hermione.

"Try this Miss Granger wand, ten and three-quarters inches long, made of vinewood and dragon heart nerve. He's very picky; this wand usually seeks out visionary and highly intelligent wizards..."

Upon hearing this, Hermione was immediately drawn to the words. Seemingly eager to prove herself as a visionary and intelligent wizard, she picked up the wand without hesitation and swung it.

The next second, a light breeze appeared out of nowhere in the wand shop, blowing some papers on the counter into the air.

When Hermione stopped, she seemed quite pleased. She seemed to sense a subtle connection between herself and the wand in her hand.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise; he had noticed it earlier.

When Hermione picked up the grapevine wand, her magical power, which was originally less than Harry's but slightly more than some other young wizards, seemed to increase significantly!

Could it be that the wand can increase the magic power within him?

Harry thought about it, but then he dismissed it.

Because Harry could vaguely sense that Hermione's magic hadn't increased!

However, the magic within her body became somewhat more potent when it was channeled into the wand in her hand.

The magic power has also become more stable.

Harry suddenly realized that wands could enhance magic and make it more stable.

"It seems you've found a suitable wand, Miss Granger. I hope you won't let it down." Ollivander also wore a genuine smile.

However, Harry thought that perhaps the old man was happy to have seen off a troublesome little guest.

Hermione's attention was completely focused on the wand in her hand, and the displeasure on her face disappeared. She happily thanked Ollivander and took out her little purse.

"This wand will only cost nine Galleons," Ollivander added with a smile.

Hermione quickly bid nine gold coins and placed them on the counter.

Harry blinked. It seemed that this Miss Granger was quite wealthy; the purse must have contained her own pocket money.

In contrast, Harry has basically never received any pocket money from the Dursleys growing up.

Hermione's parents must have loved their daughter very much.

Of course, what parent doesn't love their child? Harry may not have pocket money, but Dudley does.

If his parents were still alive, they would give him pocket money, right?

Harry thought to himself, and at the same time, he remembered that in the antique shop, although Jackie Chan hadn't given him any pocket money.

But he told Harry that he could take some of the change from the shop's drawer every day to buy things he liked, as long as he didn't take too much at once...

Just as Harry was staring absently at the purse in Hermione's hand, Hermione, holding her prepared wand, turned around, intending to see how this boy named Harry Potter would choose his wand, and whether it would be as complicated as hers.

Hermione then noticed Harry staring at her with a slightly envious look in his eyes.

Hermione was taken aback at first, then she seemed to understand something.

She has parents who give her pocket money, but Harry is an orphan, no wonder he looks at her with envy.

Thinking of this, Hermione felt a deep sympathy for the little boy who, like herself, came from an ordinary family but had lost both his parents.

"Ahem, it's your turn..."

Harry woke up with a start and saw Hermione looking at him. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"Okay, sure."

"By the way, Harry, the school should provide you with some kind of financial aid, right?" Hermione asked casually as she walked past Harry.

"Scholarship?"

Harry didn't understand. What scholarship? He had a warehouse full of gold.

"I mean, if you need money, I can lend you some...you can pay me back when you get to school," Hermione said quietly, without looking at Harry.

Mr. Olivander, behind the counter, raised an eyebrow in surprise, but remained silent.

Harry then realized what Hermione meant. Did she think he couldn't afford to buy a wand?

"Thank you, but no need," Harry quickly shook his head.

However, Harry's slight resentment towards Hermione from earlier has now disappeared.

Although this girl was a bit talkative and arrogant, she was undoubtedly a kind-hearted girl, even better than most of Harry's classmates.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something more.

Just then, the sound of the door being pushed open rang out.

The three adults entered the store one by one...

Apart from a couple who looked relatively young and were clearly ordinary people.

There was also a stern-looking old woman wearing a dark green robe and with her hair pulled up high.

When she saw Harry standing next to Hermione, she clearly raised an eyebrow.