Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

"Archer!"

Harry sneezed several times in the wand shop, for reasons unknown.

It seems that his plan to train his body should be put on the agenda.

Dad was right. A mage without a strong body is not a qualified mage!

Harry hadn't realized his body was in such bad shape before.

But compared to Jade, Harry found that Jade was actually more agile and stronger.

This made Harry feel somewhat ashamed; he couldn't even compare to a girl.

But it's not his fault; it's all the Dursleys' fault. They only made sure Harry didn't starve, but they didn't think about giving him any extra nutrition.

Harry pondered as he waved the wands that either didn't react or reacted too much, as Ollivander had instructed.

Besides, how many wands has he tried already?

Harry can hardly remember anymore.

There might be a dozen or so, or there might be more than twenty.

Harry had initially thought he would find his desired wand faster than Hermione.

Unexpectedly, he was the "picky customer".

Finally, Harry could no longer stand being manipulated by Mr. Ollivander like a puppet.

I shouldn't waste all my time choosing a wand.

So Harry made a bold move: he refused Ollivander's offer of the wand again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander, I think this is fine. We don't know how long it would take to keep trying," Harry said to Ollivander.

The old man was somewhat taken aback, seemingly not expecting Harry to say that, and quickly said, "No, no, no, Mr. Potter, you can't just choose a wand randomly, regardless of whether it suits you or not; that will cause problems!"

"No, you misunderstand. I didn't intend to just pick any wand." Harry shook his head.

Of course he wouldn't just pick any wand randomly! Especially after Harry actually held a wand and experienced that feeling, he would never do something so foolish.

Mr. Ollivander was right about one thing.

Every wand is unique; it is the wand that chooses its master!

Harry interpreted it as meaning that not every wand is suitable for him, and the wands he had just tried were indeed not a good match for his magic.

This shop has at least several thousand magic wands on display!

Do we have to try them one by one?

So Harry decided to choose an easier way.

Following the method his father taught him, he opened his senses and used his magical perception and intuition to choose the wand that best suited him!

"So, Mr. Potter, what do you mean?"

Ollivander looked at the boy in front of him with some confusion, who had recently caused a stir in the wizarding world once again.

The story of Jade's escape from the Dursleys and her journey across most of London to the airport in search of freedom was published in its entirety in the Daily Prophet the following day.

And by a week later, countless versions of this story had already circulated in the wizarding world!

The most outrageous version is that Harry Potter, realizing the Dark Lord's evil plot, embarks alone on a journey to make the wizarding world great again...

This is absolutely outrageous.

Ollivander, of course, did not believe this version of the story.

However, he is also willing to believe.

This boy was born extraordinary!

After all, not every eleven-year-old can accomplish such a feat, especially one who has lived in the Muggle world since childhood.

That's why Ollivander patiently waited for Harry to give him a reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, if it were any other child who showed such disrespect for his carefully crafted wand, Ollivander would have been furious long ago.

"Can I choose a wand based on my own intuition?" Harry asked politely.

"Based on intuition?" Ollivander repeated, still somewhat puzzled.

"That's right, just give me a little time," Harry said sincerely.

It would take some time because Harry wasn't sure if, after switching back to his own body, he could regain that feeling of clearing his mind and letting his consciousness and magic leave his body to communicate with the outside world.

But Harry believed he could do it!

"Uh... alright then, but I still hope that Mr. Potter can patiently choose a wand that suits you."

"Instead of making a hasty choice, which is disrespectful to the wand and to oneself..."

Harry ignored Ollivander's ramblings and closed his eyes, beginning to silently recite the meditation mantra he had memorized countless times.

It took Harry two whole days to memorize this. His father was really strict; he couldn't tolerate even the slightest mistake from Harry...

For those two days, Harry spent all his time memorizing this except when eating and sleeping, and the effect was remarkable. Harry developed muscle memory, and could immediately recall the rest of the content as soon as he heard the beginning of a sentence.

Ollivander stopped talking and looked curiously at the famous boy.

Something seems different about this child...

Ollivander was somewhat surprised. He looked at Harry now and felt like he couldn't see through him, as if he were facing...Dumbledore!

That's right, it's just like Dumbledore!

Strange, what's going on?

Just as Ollivander was filled with doubt, Harry could sense his emotions returning to calm, while his consciousness began to stir, wanting to break free from the constraints of his body and explore the outside world...

The same was true of magic, which surged out of Harry's body and spread outwards even before his consciousness!

Eventually, the magic emanating from Harry permeated every corner of the wand shop, coming into direct contact with the thousands upon thousands of wands and beginning to resonate with them.

Not all wands react, and not all wands are resistant to Harry's magic.

Meanwhile, outside, Ollivander, who had been in silence, suddenly heard a soft sound.

He quickly turned his head to look.

They discovered that some of the boxes containing wands on the shelf were shaking!

"What is this?" Ollivander stared wide-eyed in shock.

In just a few seconds, it started with the few wand boxes shaking, and then all the wand boxes seemed to start shaking.

This scene terrified Ollivander; he had never seen anything like it in his life!

The boy seemed to have actually done it; he was actually choosing a magic wand for himself!

And those wands that had been quiet and dormant for many years, waiting for a master, seemed to come alive at this moment.

Even more incredibly, some wand boxes began to glow and change color, or emit smoke, or burst into flames.

This terrified the little old man, Ollivander.

If his wand shop were burned down, and years of hard work and the many wands passed down through his family were destroyed, he really wouldn't want to live anymore.

Just as Ollivander was frantically trying to wake Harry up.

On a shelf displaying thousands of wands that almost reached the ceiling, a box was shaken violently before being knocked open by a wand.

Then a wand flew directly towards Harry and landed precisely in his hand!

As Harry grasped the wand that had flown to him, sparks of gold exploded from its tip like fireworks, and a gentle breeze swept around him.

Meanwhile, the other boxes that were still shaking gradually calmed down.

Harry slowly opened his eyes, smiled shyly at the dumbfounded old man behind the counter, and said...

"I think this is it..."

"Mr. Ollivander, could you check the material of my wand?"