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

Of course, enhancing the wand was definitely not something to do right now.

Although Dolly really wanted to.

But she had nothing left to squeeze out of herself, and sacrificing body parts was out of the question.

After putting the wand away, Dolly bowed respectfully to Ollivander. "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander cheerfully accepted Dolly's thanks, feeling that his efforts had not been in vain.

However, after taking the payment, he still gave Dolly a piece of advice.

"Child, if you are interested in wandlore in the future, you are always welcome to be my apprentice here."

"And..."

Ollivander seemed to hesitate, but finally said, "Given your situation, it might be more suitable for you to have a second wand."

Dolly was stunned for a moment, but then she understood.

For others, a suitable wand would last a lifetime.

Because even if you could forcibly use someone else's wand, the effect would likely be so bad it would make you question your life.

But for Dolly, she could completely customize her own exclusive wands for use in different situations.

Of course, for the current Dolly, this was just an idea. She hadn't even fully figured out the wand in her hand yet.

"Thank you. That's really good advice. I think I will be back one day, Grandpa Ollivander."

Dolly's form of address had changed back to "Grandpa Ollivander."

If at first it was just to be cute and get close, now their relationship had truly become one of friendship.

Because Ollivander had, for Dolly's sake, slightly bent his own principles.

So Dolly naturally had to return the favor with a promise, to try her hand at wandlore if possible in the future.

Most importantly, Dolly had already made up her mind that she could not let Ollivander be captured and tortured by Voldemort.

But to achieve this goal, Dolly still had a long way to go.

After Dolly left, Ollivander began to tidy up the wands he had taken out one by one.

Compared to his happy mood when talking with Dolly, the current Ollivander seemed to be full of worries.

Because there was something he hadn't told Dolly.

Through Harry, Ollivander knew about Dolly's family background, knew that Lily Potter was Dolly's aunt.

And Lily Potter's wand was also made of willow.

Besides the characteristics he had mentioned earlier, willow wood was also associated with intuition, dreams, visions, observation, and emotions. It had long been a symbol of death and ill-fated love.

Finally, willow also symbolized flexibility and wisdom, which clearly matched Dolly's earlier performance.

The reason Ollivander hadn't mentioned these things was partly because it was in the realm of wandlore and shouldn't be discussed with ordinary wizards, and partly because these were just metaphors, even less reliable than prophecy, and Dolly was only 11.

If she really studied wandlore in the future, it wouldn't be too late to teach her then.

At worst, I'll just have her get a different wand then!

"Hello, do new Hogwarts students buy their wands here?"

Just as Ollivander was thinking about all this, a girl's voice came.

Ollivander looked up and saw a girl with a head of bushy brown hair.

A pair of bright, piercing eyes, and a voice that was not timid in the slightest, even verging on overly proud.

All of this showed that the little girl who had arrived was of a completely different character from Dolly.

"Welcome, miss. How may I help you?"

"According to the Hogwarts acceptance letter, I should buy a wand, and everyone on the street says you're the best wandmaker?"

Ollivander grinned. "That is indeed true."

"Good. So how do I choose a wand? Do these open boxes mean customers can try them themselves?"

"Oh, no, no, miss. It is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the other way around."

Ollivander quickly stopped Hermione from reaching for a wand herself and began to carefully observe her form.

At the same time, as if telling a story, he said casually, "Not everyone is as liked by the wands as the young lady who was just here. For ordinary people, having one suitable wand is already a fortunate thing."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was attentive. Hermione immediately thought of the back of the girl who had just left.

At this moment, Hermione was still a proud top student. Her competitive spirit instantly flared up. "Was it that blonde girl just now? Who is she? Is she very powerful?"

"She is Miss Dursley. You will soon meet at the new student welcoming ceremony."

Ollivander did not hide Dolly's surname. As he said, they would be classmates soon, so there was no need to hide it.

Maybe they would even be in the same house and share the same dormitory.

"She, like you, is from a Muggle family, but you are both intelligent and wise girls. I think you will become good friends."

"Okay, I'll remember that name."

Hermione nodded, seemingly intending to befriend Dolly, but in her heart, she was thinking of competing with her.

Since we're both from Muggle families, if I can't beat the wizards who have lived here all their lives, I should at least be able to beat Dolly, right?

This was Hermione.

Pride was just her protective coloring; the inferiority and insecurity of being a Muggle were her true feelings.

While Hermione was memorizing Dolly's name, Dolly and her group had already arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

Besides the wand, the remaining supplies were textbooks and daily study items.

Except for the robes that needed to be custom-made, the rest was the same for everyone.

The relevant shops had already prepared sets. Dolly and Harry just needed to go there, pay, and leave with their things.

As for continuing to stroll around, they weren't against the idea, but Hagrid, who was accompanying them, had to return to Hogwarts to feed the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

Therefore, Hagrid had to take his leave, but before he left, he wanted to treat everyone to a drink at the Leaky Cauldron.

But even Harry could see that Hagrid had something he wanted to say.

However, everyone waited for a long time, and they were almost full from their meal, but Hagrid still showed no intention of speaking.

Finally, it was Dolly who said, "Hagrid, could you please help us take care of these Pygmy Puffs for a while?"

"Oh, uh, of course."

Hagrid seemed to wake from a dream. Seeing that Vernon was already packing up, he quickly said, "Harry, and Dolly, there's something I want to remind you of."

Seeing the two of them gather around, Hagrid said, "I hope you can understand that not all wizards are good people."

"Of course, in this pub and in Diagon Alley, and at Hogwarts, most wizards are good people."

"But don't let your guard down around wizards, just like..."

Finally, Hagrid looked at Harry, but the name on the tip of his tongue was hard to say.

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