HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

"What do you need so many for?"

Vernon was a little surprised, but only surprised.

After all, Pygmy Puffs were not expensive and were so easy to raise that he even wanted one for himself.

It was a pity they couldn't be taken home. With so many cute pets to accompany his daughter, she certainly wouldn't be lonely.

"I want to give one to Harry, and one to each of my future classmates."

"Hmm, a good idea. A great way to get closer to everyone."

Vernon gave Dolly encouragement and then proactively offered to help carry the basket of Pygmy Puffs.

But Petunia snatched it away instead. In front of these fluffy little things that purred with satisfaction, Petunia's girlish heart seemed to have been awakened.

After buying the pets, Dolly and her parents returned to the outside of the wand shop.

Harry happened to push the door open at that moment.

Seeing that both Dolly and Hagrid were carrying large and small bags, he was too surprised to speak.

"Harry, this is my school entrance gift for you. Her name is Hedwig. You can use her to send letters and things in the future."

Hedwig was a snowy owl, with many black spots mixed in her white feathers, a larger type of owl.

Harry took it excitedly and asked nervously, "Does she bite?"

Before Hagrid could answer, Hedwig angrily pecked at Harry's sleeve.

The owls in the magical world were creatures whose intelligence had been awakened by magic. They were not comparable to their wild counterparts.

"As you can see, the owls here are very smart," Hagrid laughed. "If you don't have any friends, you can treat her as a friend... oh, I mean, if, if you don't have any friends."

Hagrid felt he had said too much. How could Harry not make friends?

After all, the current Harry was no longer the one ostracized at home. He should be very popular at Hogwarts, right?

Dolly then handed over a Pygmy Puff. Harry took it excitedly and asked, "What's this?"

"A cute little thing that's useless except for its looks. When you're bored, just roll it around like a ball. This is also my school entrance gift for you."

The surprise on Harry's face turned a little awkward. He hadn't prepared a gift for Dolly.

If he went to prepare one now, would it be too late?

"Alright, it's my turn now."

Dolly simply shoved Crookshanks into Harry's arms as well, immediately making Harry fumble.

Fortunately, Crookshanks and Hedwig, both being of feline descent, did not fight. Otherwise, Harry would definitely have been overturned by these two pets.

Dolly took a deep breath and pushed open the door to Ollivanders wand shop.

Although Dolly had done many things outside, including outwitting goblins and shopping in magical stores, those were things tourists could also do. To truly become a witch, she had to have her own wand.

Ollivander had just finished the process of selecting a wand for Harry and was still cleaning up the mess.

Hearing the bell on the door ring, he turned his head with a smile.

"Miss Dolly Dursley, hello."

Dolly replied with a hint of surprise, "You know my name? I'm not the savior, just a Muggle."

"But you have a savior for a brother. He mentioned you to me, a very impressive good child."

Dolly smiled sweetly. "Thank you for the compliment, Grandpa Ollivander."

Ollivander's smile grew wider. Just for that "Grandpa," he had to find Dolly the most suitable wand for her.

"Come, extend your arm. Let me take your measurements."

Soon, Ollivander had done a full set of tests on Dolly.

This was not actually a necessary process. With Ollivander's keen eye, this step could have been skipped.

But since it was Dolly, he decided to treat her with the same seriousness he had shown Harry.

"Hmm, a very harmonious body. Just recovered from a serious illness recently, so not suitable for a tough and explosive wand."

"Here, try this one."

"Alder wood, with a unicorn tail hair core."

Ollivander didn't introduce the characteristics of this wand, but he knew very well that this wand was suitable for witches who were not stubborn or headstrong, but rather helpful, considerate, and likable.

After all, from what he had heard from Harry, his sister Dolly was now a perfectly considerate and good girl.

"Give it a little wave."

Dolly did as she was told, and the next second, a lily bloomed from the tip of the wand.

"Perfect, Miss Dolly."

Ollivander clapped and smiled. "It seems this is the most suitable wand for you."

Dolly, however, was a bit dumbfounded. It's over already?

Well, although Ollivander usually found the right wand for other wizards on the first try—after all, Ollivander's eye and his family's wand-making skills were indeed the most exquisite in the entire magical world—Dolly still wanted a different kind of experience. This was, after all, a staple scene when visiting Ollivanders.

"Can I try more wands?"

Dolly tried to add to her own drama. Ollivander asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"Because I want to experience the different feelings between different wands. After all, I want to have a comparison to know what kind of fit between a master and a wand is considered good."

Clearly, this reason convinced Ollivander.

"A very good attitude, Miss Dursley. However, we believe that the wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around."

"Since you have been chosen, it means that other wands are not suitable for you."

"Of course, only through actual experience can you understand this more clearly."

Next, Ollivander helped Dolly choose another wand.

"Blackthorn wood, with a dragon heartstring core."

If the previous wand was suitable for a kind big sister, a good person in life, then this wand was suitable for someone who was fearless and dared to fight other wizards up close.

It didn't seem suitable for Dolly at all...

While Ollivander was pondering, Dolly waved the wand again. A burst of flame shot out from the tip of the wand, like a dragon exhaling a breath of turbid air.

The brilliant flame left Ollivander dumbfounded.

After a long while, he finally said slowly, "Also perfect."

"I never would have thought, Miss Dursley. To put it in one sentence, you really can't judge a book by its cover."

Who would have thought that the seemingly frail and even sickly Dolly also had the makings of a warrior?

Dolly's eyes lit up. This was finally starting to feel like the classic scene.

Sure enough, an unconvinced Ollivander turned and found the next wand for Dolly.

"Larch wood, with a phoenix feather core."

"This wand is suitable for those who are not proactive enough. It will lead its master to act and instill courage in their heart."

Three seconds later, when a string of small stars flashed from the tip of Dolly's wand, Ollivander felt a shock for the first time.

Because this time, Dolly's test result was, once again, perfect.

What on earth is going on?

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