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“Mediocre? Boy, you are different.” Ollivander came down from the ladder.

“Every wizard is a unique person, and only the wand suitable for him can have the greatest effect.”

I thought you saw through me.

“Which of you will buy the wand first?”

“You go first, Harry. Anyway, I’m taking advantage of your money this time.” Rogge said.

“You’re welcome Roger.” Harry suddenly had a large amount of money, without any bloat, and still had the same mentality.

“Harry Potter, try this one.” Ollivander took out one.

“Fire dragon tendon core, dragon blood wood staff body, ten inches.”

“Bang!”

Harry took the wand, and before he could cast any spell, a hot feeling came out.

“Oh, this one doesn’t suit you.” Ollivander turned back and searched again.

“I feel like I got into trouble?” Harry whispered to Roger quietly.

“Look at the big hole. I think everyone who experiments with wands will have accidents.” Rogge comforted him.

“Cat and leopard hair, walnut tree.” Ollivander handed Harry another one.

“Wait, let’s change to another one.” Ollivander suddenly sensed that there was one that suited Harry very well.

“Do we need wands?” Harry asked Hagrid.

“That’s not true. Underage magicians can easily lose control when performing magic.”

“Even adult magicians need a wand to assist in casting spells to reduce their magic power consumption. It is very difficult to cast spells without a wand,” Hagrid explained.

The Aboriginal wizards of North America used wandless magic until the 17th century. It was not until the British wizard Esther established the Ilvermorny School that they began to use wands.

Wandless magic has many shortcomings, such as it is difficult to control, difficult to grasp with accuracy, and is not as efficient as wand magic. And some spells are difficult to cast with bare hands, such as the Iron Armor Curse and Transfiguration.

Roger remembered that Harry’s godfather, Sirius, could perform Transfiguration without a wand.

That’s no problem, I’m a genius, there’s a reason why I can cast spells without a wand.

“Holly wood, phoenix feathers, soft and flexible.”

“I think this is the wand that’s most suitable for you.” Ollivander looked at Harry with a smile.

“Thank you.” Harry politely took the carefully chosen wand.

Suddenly, it was like barbecue and beer, chicken and basketball.

Harry immediately felt that this wand was his own and could perfectly help him cast spells.

“That’s right.” Ollivander was satisfied.

“The next step is yours, let me think about it.” Ollivander looked at Rogge and looked at his shoulders and arms.

“Although it’s a bit dangerous, I still think this might be the best wand for you.”

Thunderbird tail feathers, yew, thirteen and one-half feet.

“While wands with this core are difficult to master, they are often very powerful, and while yew wands are rare, their ideal owners are also unusual and sometimes notorious.” Ollivander Explain the origin of the wand to Roger.

“The wands made of these two materials, if you control them well, can explode with powerful power in your hand.”

“Sounds awesome.” Harry was very happy that his friend could get a powerful wand.

“Then let me give it a try.” Rogge also couldn’t wait.

“Boom!!!”

The moment Roger’s hand tightened on the wand, the sky in Diagon Alley changed.

Suddenly dark clouds gathered and thunder roared.

Lightning crackled, causing pedestrians on the street to run around and curse the weather forecaster for being irresponsible.

And Ollivander’s wand shop was in a mess.

The cabinet was tilted this way and that, and countless wands were scattered on the floor.

The huge tree in the center of the wand shop turned black under the electric shock.

Ollivander’s hair directly changed into curls, and his face was dark. Harry was doing better. He had a protective spell that was passively triggered to form a protective shield. Hagrid was not much better. His eyes were dull and his mouth was full of… smoke.

“Well, it looks like this wand suits me very well.” Roger pretended that nothing happened.

“You’re right, Harry.” Roger poked Harry who had his mouth wide open.

“Abba aba aba.”

“Oh, Rogge, I didn’t expect you to be so strong!!”

Harry’s first reaction was that Rogge’s magic power was so powerful that it could cause such a strange phenomenon.

“It’s so suitable. It’s so suitable.” Ollivander wiped his face casually.

To have such a matching wand appear is, for Ollivander, like finding a wand worthy of being entrusted to a lifelong owner.

“What about these losses?” Rogge pointed at Chaos in embarrassment.

A messy store.

“It doesn’t matter, these are nothing.”

“I heard that the wands in the East use a wand shaft called lightning wood, which has an extremely restraining effect on black magic.” Ollivander did not care about these losses.

He was even more delighted to find a wand and owner that matched 100%. This feeling of satisfaction was tantamount to collecting something he had never had before in a stamp collection.

“Then I won’t be polite.” Seeing that Ollivander didn’t ask for compensation, Rogge stopped offering it.

“Hagrid? Hagrid?”

Roger slapped Hagrid on the stomach.

“Ahem!”

“Oh my God, you are simply a born magician.” Hagrid’s response was half a beat too slow.

This level of magic was achieved by a minor, eleven-year-old Muggle magician. He could only feel this kind of majestic magic from Principal Dumbledore.

This is a rising star in the future magic world.

Immediately afterwards, Roger and Harry bought other necessary items, including gloves, wizard robes, and crucibles.

Hagrid also gave Harry a white owl named Hathaway, while Roger chose a black owl that matched his eyes.

This purchase was concluded perfectly, and Roger also lent Harry a lot of money.

Harry said that Rogge did not need to pay back the money, but Rogge would definitely pay it back to Harry.

…

“Grandma Windsor, I’m going to school!”

Roger packed his luggage and said goodbye to his neighbor’s grandma.

“Go to school, remember to write a letter.” Grandma Windsor waved goodbye to Roger.

London, train station.

“Roger, where is this nine and three-quarter station?” Harry looked at the address marked on the letter.

“Between Station Nine and Yes Station.”

Harry looked at the wall, confused.

“Come on!”

Roger rushed in with a dull head, and Harry watched as Roger disappeared on the platform.

He simply closed his eyes and rushed in following Rogge’s position.

“Harry, look, this is our train to Hogwarts.”