Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 31. It's less of a wand and more of...

The boy ran out crying, shouting, "I'll tell my dad!"

He didn't even know what Dudley and his friends were called.

It's not an exaggeration that Dudley's name alone could terrify students at St. George's School; it actually happened.

Perhaps in the boy's eyes, Dudley was saying, "Hello, can I try some of your brain's saltiness?"

The sense of oppression one feels when facing Dudley, especially up close, is something you can't understand unless you experience it for yourself.

"Oh my god, what just happened?"

Mrs. Malkin walked in, completely bewildered. She had just seen the Malfoy children run out crying.

"Nothing's wrong, madam."

Although Madam Malkin was puzzled, she didn't have time to investigate further. There were many new students enrolling at Hogwarts, and just now, several more young wizards had joined the shop.

"Don't bully others next time."

Hermione nudged Dudley in the waist and whispered.

"Hermione, I didn't bully him. What you heard was just a friendly greeting."

Hermione:

Although it was indeed a greeting, it was by no means friendly.

Dali looked completely innocent: "I'm a very refined and easy-going person."

"It's necessary to redefine the words 'refined and easygoing'," Hermione and Harry thought simultaneously.

Dudley's words reminded her of what had happened at Oxford Dragon Primary School. At first, everyone thought Dudley was easy to bully, until a group of arrogant kids...

That's too brutal.

"You can't do that when you get to Hogwarts."

Hermione whispered.

"Yes, yes, I know, I know." Dali nodded repeatedly. "I will get along well with my future classmates and build good relationships with them."

Soon, the uniforms and robes were finished, and the next place to go was the wand shop.

Hermione and Harry got excited when wands were mentioned, especially Hermione. Ever since she learned she was a wizard, she had been longing for her own wand and kept chattering in Dudley's ear.

In this world, the wand is key to casting magic.

Compared to the two, Dali was much more composed in his attitude.

Ollivanders Wand Shop is the largest wand shop in Diagon Alley, and of course, the only one.

Pushing open the somewhat dilapidated door, a series of tinkling bells rang out. The interior of the shop was much smaller than expected, and there were clearly no signs of the Unseen Stretching Charm being cast. This was the only shop that Dudley and his companions had seen so far that hadn't done that.

Thousands upon thousands of narrow cardboard boxes were piled up all around, and it was obvious that each box contained a magic wand.

Hello.

A soft voice rang out, and an old man appeared on the counter to the left of the three people. His silvery-white eyes looked like two full moons in the dim light.

The moment the old man saw the three, he was completely captivated by Harry. Staring into his eyes, he slowly said, "I knew I'd see you soon, Harry Potter. Your eyes are just like your mother's. It feels like only yesterday she came here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, it whistled when you swung it—a fine wand for casting spells."

"Is your brother famous?" Hermione nudged Dudley's waist and asked in a low voice.

So far, she has not come into contact with a single magic book and is unaware of the greatness of the legendary savior, Harry Potter.

"He's much more famous than you think."

Dudley leaned down and whispered in Hermione's ear.

While the two were talking, Ollivander had already begun measuring Harry's arm.

Then he pulled out a wand and handed it to Harry: "It's made of beech and snake nerve, nine inches long. Try it."

Harry, looking rather foolish, took the wand and waved it.

"Oh, that's wonderful, let's try this one."

"This is wonderful, try this one!"

"Try this one too."

Harry tried several different ones but still couldn't figure it out.

"Is choosing a wand really this complicated?"

Hermione watched Harry try out one wand after another and asked in a low voice.

Dalli paused for a moment and said, "I think maybe only Harry would think that way."

Ollivander tried several different wands until he finally took out...

"Holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long."

A flash of red light appeared as Harry swung his wand through the air.

It must be said that Ollivander was indeed very good at choosing wands; the wand he chose for Harry was a perfect match for him.

Next, it was Hermione's turn to choose a wand, and just as Dudley had said, Ollivander casually picked out the most suitable wand for her.

Hermione waved her wand through the air, and a rainbow immediately appeared.

"Grapevine wood, dragon heartwood, 10 and 3/4 inches."

"Then lastly, it's this gentleman's turn." Ollivander looked up at Dudley for a moment, then casually pulled out a wand and handed it to Dudley: "Try this."

"Maple wood, phoenix feather, seven inches long, with good elasticity."

Dudley took it and casually swung it, but apart from a gust of wind, there was no reaction.

Upon seeing this, Ollivander frowned for the first time.

He didn't react this way even when it was time to choose a wand for Harry Potter.

Then he took out a wand and handed it to Dudley.

"Ebony, unicorn hair, eight and a half inches"

Another whooshing sound.

Now, Ollivander's brow furrowed even deeper.

Then came the third one.

"Ten inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn hair"

The fourth one.

"Willow wood, unicorn hair, fourteen inches"

Dudley tried different wands one by one, but unlike Harry's various reactions to the wands, Dudley's wands didn't react at all.

The feeling is like a Muggle waving a stick around; there's no word to describe it except "idiotic."

Ollivander's forehead was furrowed into a deep frown.

Hermione looked at Dudley, then at Harry, and finally at the wand in her hand.

Was I a bit hasty with this one? Actually, I could have tried a few more.

Even Dudley, who was usually slow on the uptake, realized something was wrong. So, after returning what was probably the nth wand to Ollivander, he casually grabbed a box from the side.

"I feel like this wand is calling to me. Didn't you say that wands choose their masters? Okay, this is the one."

Dudley gave Ollivander a very perfunctory answer, not giving him a chance to speak, and pulled out twenty-one Galleons, placing them on the counter before pulling Hermione and Harry away as if they were fleeing.

Ollivander watched the three leave without stopping them.

"Iron birch, Thestral tail feathers, nine inches"

"Ironwood is too hard, and Thestral tail feathers are too unstable; neither the material nor the core of the wand suits my taste."

"That was the worst wand I've ever made; it was more like a dagger than a wand."

(End of this chapter)