Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Harry finally got his first wand.

According to Mr. Ollivander, Harry's wand is made of phoenix tail feathers and holly wood, is eleven inches long, and is very durable.

But this is not the most important.

Importantly, Ollivander told Harry that the core of his wand contained two phoenix feathers, both from the same phoenix.

He crafted another phoenix feather into a different wand, and the wand's owner left the scar on his forehead.

Hearing this, Harry could no longer suppress his doubts and prepared to ask Hagrid for clarification while he was away.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, could you please explain in more detail?" Harry asked casually.

"About the scar on my forehead and that man..."

Ollivander, oblivious to Harry's nervousness, hesitated for a moment before nodding and speaking.

"Well, Mr. Potter, you must have heard about this from others as well..."

Harry kept smiling and waited patiently.

And what Mr. Ollivander said next did indeed resolve his doubts...

This left Harry unable to let go of the matter for a long time.

"That mysterious man, the Dark Lord, used his yew phoenix feather wand to unleash a bloodbath in the wizarding world eleven years ago... Almost everyone in the British wizarding community feared him."

"until..."

Ollivander paused for a moment, and Harry asked impatiently, "Until what?"

Ollivander turned to Harry and said somewhat awkwardly in a low voice, "Until the Dark Lord met you, Mr. Potter."

Harry was somewhat stunned.

He had a vague idea of ​​what would happen next, but he couldn't believe it.

Harry was eager to get a definitive answer from Ollivander.

"Please continue, sir."

"I don't really know what happened that night either," Ollivander shook his head.

"All people know is that on that night, a boy named Harry Potter became the savior of the entire wizarding world. The Dark Lord disappeared completely, and you survived him, becoming known as the Boy Who Lived."

"It is said that Headmaster Dumbledore found you in a pile of ruins and took you away."

"Nobody knew where you went. It wasn't until eleven years later, when you were about to enroll at Hogwarts, that you came to Diagon Alley."

At this point, Ollivander said softly, "I believe that after this week of interaction, many people will see you as a true savior, Mr. Potter. You have earned everyone's respect..."

But Harry was feeling a bit dizzy and couldn't hear Ollivander's words of comfort.

He swayed and nearly fell.

However, Harry steadied himself, raised his head, and looked at Ollivander with a slightly trembling voice, asking the most crucial question.

"Then... what about my parents?"

Ollivander looked somewhat confused, but still shook his head and said...

"I'm sorry, Harry, they were killed by the Dark Lord."

The light in Harry's eyes quickly dimmed.

Although he had already guessed the cruel truth.

But when Harry learned the true cause of his parents' deaths, he still felt a great sense of grief rise in his heart.

"Please accept my condolences, Mr. Potter. There's something else, but I'm not sure if I should tell you..."

"I'm fine, Mr. Ollivander, please speak," Harry said, trying to calm himself down before looking up.

Ollivander opened his mouth, somewhat amazed by the boy's determination, and then he said in a low voice.

"Your mother, Lily, is a very powerful witch, and the most talented wizard from a Muggle family I've ever met..."

"It is said that when the Dark Lord was about to kill you, she bravely stood in front of him and cast a powerful ancient spell on you."

"That's why the Dark Lord's Killing Curse bounced back at you... causing the Dark Lord to die from his own curse, and also leaving this scar on your forehead, Harry."

At this point, Ollivander paused, then solemnly pointed to Harry's forehead.

"So, I think you can consider this scar as a reflection of the love your mother poured into you."

.....

Not long after Harry finished talking with Mr. Ollivander, Hagrid rushed back.

"I hope I'm not too late, Harry. Have you chosen your wand yet?" Hagrid's deep voice sounded from behind.

"Yes." Harry nodded, quickly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand before turning to face Hagrid.

So this is the truth...

After learning about his origins, Harry could roughly guess what had happened in the past week.

Perhaps the school sent a teacher to pick him up and arrange for him to stay here. Of course, there might also be something else that he doesn't know about.

But Harry doesn't care that much anymore.

Harry was concerned about the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, which Dudley often mocked him for when he was a child.

Harry assumed that, as the Dursleys had said, he had fallen out of his crib, hit his head, and that's how he got the scar.

But now Harry understands that this was his mother's love and protection for him.

"That's great! Congratulations, Harry, you've finally got your own wand." Hagrid congratulated Harry cheerfully, his somewhat slow reaction not yet noticing Harry's strange mood.

"In that case, we should go buy some clothes," Hagrid said, preparing to leave with Harry.

Just then, a soft cough came from behind Mr. Ollivander.

"Thank you for your patronage, Mr. Potter. Your wand is seven Galleons."

Hagrid was a little surprised. "Harry, you haven't paid yet? In that case, I'll pay..."

"No need, I'll pay." Harry interrupted Hagrid first, then turned back, took out the money he had just taken from Gringotts, counted out seven gold coins and put them on the table.

Ollivander said apologetically to Harry, "I hope what I said didn't affect you."

"You don't need to worry, sir, I think I'm fine," Harry replied softly, before turning and following Hagrid out the door.

In fact, over the years, Harry has almost come to terms with it, especially now that he knows the real cause of his parents' deaths.

This is completely different from what the Dursleys said! Their sacrifice brought peace to the wizarding world.

Harry thought to himself, no wonder so many of the people he had met along the way had called out his name accurately and greeted him warmly.

Even so, Harry kept his head down and didn't say much on the way to buy the school supplies.

Hagrid finally realized what was happening, and looking at Harry walking out of Madam Malkin's Clothing Shop, Hagrid hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Harry, when I last saw you, I promised to give you a birthday present..."

"What?" Harry looked up in confusion, then realized that the person Hagrid had seen last time wasn't him in person.

"It's alright, I don't think I need a gift..." Harry quickly added.

But Hagrid winked at Harry and smiled, "That won't do. I've already prepared the gift; you'll see when we get back to the pub."

Hearing this, Harry also became a little curious, wondering what kind of gift Hagrid would prepare for him.

Perhaps a birthday cake? That sounds nice.