CH 7

Holding the wand that belonged to The Legendary Harry Potter in his hand, Rey could actually feel the temperature of the wand coming from the palm of his hand. 

At this moment, he had a feeling that he was going to replace Harry and become the protagonist of the wizarding world. 

In Ollivander's expectant eyes, Rey waved his wand vigorously. 

Once, twice, three times... 

After three strokes, Rey stopped waving and put this wand on the table in embarrassment. 

When he waved it for the first time, nothing happened in the store. Rey understood that this wand still belonged to Harry Potter, not to himself. He possibly couldn't replace Harry in this world. At least not yet. 

The reason why he waved three times in a row was that he was worried about one thing. 

This is already the third wand I have tried. Every wand that I swing, whether it fits or not, should respond. 

Since he waved three wands without any happening, then there is only one possibility, he was a Muggle and does not have the qualifications to become a wizard. 

Ollivander seemed to be very confident in Rey. He thought that the reason why the wand did not respond should be that the fit between Rey and the wand was not very high, so he continued to find a new wand for Rey and let Rey Try waving them one by one. 

However, Ollivander, who was so sure, after Rey tried fifty wands, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he snorted softly, "It's impossible!" 

"Every little wizard can wave a wand, it's impossible not to have any reaction at all. Are you going to study at Hogwarts?" Ollivander finally asked this sentence. 

This sentence was very rude to a little wizard. But Rey wasn't angry at all, because even he was beginning to doubt himself. 

"This is an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, sir." 

Rey was a little nervous. As soon as Ollivander asked this question, he thought of that possibility. So he took out the admission letter to Ollivander, hoping to get the fact that he could indeed attend Hogwarts from him. 

With Rey's eager anticipation, Ollivander read the admission letter seriously and finally nodded. 

It was only at this point that Rey's dangling heart was let go. 

"Don't worry, kid, I still have a lot of wands in my store. We can try them out slowly, and we will definitely find a wand that suits you." 

......... 

After confirming Rey's admission letter, Ollivander no longer doubted, and there was only one result. The little boy in front of him doesn't fit the requirements of the wand to an unbelievable level. 

'Ollivander has been making fine wands since 382 BC. ' It was his lifetime achievement, but as Rey tried more and more wands, Ollivander became more and more worried that his achievement would be tarnished today. 

Any of the shop's wand, whether it has a long history or a recent one. No matter how the boy in front of him waved, there was no reaction at all. 

If it wasn't for the firm belief that the Hogwarts admissions letter couldn't be faked, Ollivander would have thought that the boy in front of him was not a Muggle, but definitely a Squib, a Squib in a new sense. 

Within an hour, Rey had forgotten how many wands he had tried, and Ollivander kept on pondering, thinking about how to help Rey choose a wand. 

In the process, two or three little wizards have successfully found their wands under Ollivander's recommendation. 

Rey was helpless because another hour had passed: "Mr. Ollivander, otherwise, I guess I'll try elsewhere." 

He didn't dare to try again, because even Rey himself was suspicious of whether he had magic power. Perhaps the ability to absorb objects from the air and make the glass disappear was not magic at all, but other types of superpowers. 

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this..." 

Ollivander ignored Rey's request, clenched his right hand into a fist, and tapped his forehead, as if he was also in distress. 

"Wait, wait, maybe, maybe it's it. Well, it must be it..." Ollivander muttered to the window and took the solitary wand from inside the glass window. 

"Acacia wood, twelve inches, the tendons and nerves of the black dragon, the first wand of the Ollivander family." 

Garrick Ollivander said it very formally, this wand that has been displayed in the window was the first wand Ollivander made. When he picked it up, he seemed to be still remembering the story of the wand. 

"Acacia is a distinctive wand wood that generally refuses to use it for the magic to anyone but its owner." 

"But on the other hand, it only shows its strength to the most talented people, so the owner of the acacia wood wand is usually a careful wizard, at least in the use of magic power, the operation is very delicate, and the spiritual power is very powerful...." 

Ollivander delivered the wand in front of Rey with both hands, and a confident smile appeared on his face again. He believed that this wand would definitely fit with Rey, and he would definitely choose Rey as its owner. 

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The wand was twelve inches long, black and violet, and there was a faint floating pattern of flying dragons leaping above it. 

Rey took the wand and just took it in his hand, when he was suddenly relieved, feeling like a fish in water, a dragon returning to the sea. 

Moreover, the black dragon on the wand suddenly revolved around the shaft of the wand, and finally reached the tip of the wand, and then disappeared into mist. 

It felt like unlocking a lock, a lock that enabled the use of this wand. 

"Unbelievable!" 

Ollivander was involuntarily surprised. The scene in front of him did not require any wave from Rey. He could be sure that the first wand born in the Ollivander family had already chosen the child in front of him. 

"Sir, this?" 

Rey didn't dare to wave it again. He wasn't completely sure that the wand in his hand had chosen him. He was afraid that if he waved it again, there would still be no movement. 

"My child, the wand has already chosen you, so you don't need to worry anymore." Of course, Ollivander knew what Rey was thinking, and he finally found the right wand, which also made Ollivander relieved. 

"Then, Mr. Ollivander, will I only be able to use this wand to use magic in the future?" Rey was still a little worried, worried that in the future, he could only use this wand. 

Ollivander smiled and comforted: "Of course not, the wand in your hand, the heart of the wand is the tendon and nerve of the black dragon. You have already obtained its preferred recognition, which is equivalent to opening a magic shackle. As for the other wands, you can of course use them." 

While comforting, Ollivander handed Rey another ordinary wand. 

Picking up an ordinary wand, Ray waved his right hand, and an explosion sounded immediately where the wand was pointing. 

Hearing this muffled explosion, Rey finally confirmed that he was not a squib. 

This was a happy thing, and Ollivander was the same. He smiled from ear to ear as he saw excited Rey looking at his wand. 

"Seven gold Galleons, child. You are so special, I believe that your achievements in the future are limitless." 

"Thank you for your patience, Mr. Ollivander." Rey thanked him sincerely, and then happily paid seven Galleons. 

......... 

A magic wand was undoubtedly the most expensive thing in school. 

As for the rest of the must-haves, Rey had enough money. What's more, when I go to Hogwarts College to take classes, I have never heard of paying tuition fees. 

If you really have to pay tuition, the chances of Tom Riddle becoming Voldemort at the beginning may be very small. 

Since Voldemort, an orphan can go to school, so can Rey. 

After buying all the necessities, when Rey was about to return to the Leaky Cauldron, it was already dark. 

There were very few pedestrians on the street. Pushing the trolley, Rey came to the closed entrance, took out his wand, and prepared to open the door with the method Tom taught him. 

However, just when Rey took out his wand, a sloppy, long-haired homeless man suddenly appeared behind him, covering his mouth with one hand and hugging him with the other, and ran towards Knockturn Alley on the left. 

It was so sudden that Rey didn't react at all. His mouth was covered by the other's hand, and the shouting could only turn into a hum. 

The cart followed and was pushed to the entrance of Knockturn Alley by an old man with a pale face and black lips. 

The entrance goes downhill from high to low. In a panic, Rey bit hard and then heard a scream of pain. 

At the same time, his legs kicked with all their might on the narrow entrance wall. 

Rey's resistance was fierce, which was unexpected, as the result the three, Rey, the unknown man and the cart suddenly fell down the road forming a ball.