trainer at hogwarts

Chapter 195 Skipping class?

"Hey, little James, watch carefully. For the wall tiles on the trash can, count three upwards and two horizontally. Use your wand to tap the wall three times. The brick will shake and a small icon will appear. A hole. And then, lo and behold, the hole turned into a door."

While Tom was doing it, Maurice was explaining next to him, and Harry kept nodding.

"Hey, welcome to Diagon Alley." Morris made an invitation gesture, "And thank you, boss."

"You're welcome, then you guys have fun." Tom waved his hand casually, turned around and walked back to the bar.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it!" Harry touched the wall in shock.

Morris chuckled: "There are more, let's go, today is my treat, I will take you to buy something delicious and fun."

Harry was a little embarrassed: "Well, this is not good..."

Morris clicked his tongue twice: "I am not short of money, and you in the future will not be short of money either."

"You're joking." Harry couldn't help laughing, "I'm just an ordinary person——"

"But you will soon become a little wizard." Morris interrupted Harry, "Let's go, as a wizard, how can you not have your own wand?"

Harry's eyes widened: "Magic, wand..."

On the way to Ollivander's wand shop, Maurice kept giving Harry science knowledge about the wizarding world. And Harry finally no longer had to endure the frustration of being full of questions and not being able to ask them, so the two of them never rested their mouths along the way.

"Ha, I'm exhausted. Fortunately, I brought water." Morris picked up a bottle of Coke from the side and waved it in front of Harry, "Do you want it?"

"What magic!" Harry shouted, "What magic is this?"

Morris rolled his eyes at him. This was no magic. It was just handed over by the invisible Gardevoir next to him.

Fortunately, thanks to Gardevoir's illusion, Harry was startled and yelled without being noticed by others along the way.

"You'll know later." Morris took a sip of Ice Cream and shuddered. Although it is winter, the Coke is still cold and refreshing!

The entrance of Ollivander's store was still as deserted as ever, which was incompatible with the bustle of the entire Diagon Alley.

"Is this the place where wands are sold?" Curiously, he stood at the door and tilted it inside.

"Wait a minute." Maurice called Harry back, and he suddenly thought that the old man Ollivander had a lot of problems.

"Duoduo, the illusion will become stronger later." Morris used telepathy to communicate with Gardevoir.

"What is it going to look like?"

"Just look about my age."

"Fine-tuning? Okay, I get it."

"When you go in later, the old man inside will ask you a lot of questions." Morris said seriously, "Don't tell the other party any personal information about you, okay?"

Harry scratched his head in confusion: "Then, what should we do?"

"If I ask your name, just say, your name is little James Dursley. In terms of age...12 years old, no, let's say 10 years old, I understand." Morris touched his chin and nodded with satisfaction.

"So simple?" Harry was speechless.

"Just leave the rest to me." Morris patted his chest confidently.

Opening the door, the bell at the door made a crisp sound.

A prim and serious old man emerged from a pile of boxes, glanced at the two children who had just entered the store, and said with some surprise on his face: "You're skipping class?"

Morris: "..."

Absolutely, he had a leave note approved by Dumbledore himself, so everyone who met him thought he was skipping class!

"No, Mr. Ollivander." Morris gave the old gentleman a pair of dead fish eyes. "My brother will go to school next year. I will accompany him to buy a wand first."

Ollivander turned his gaze to Harry, looked at it for a while, and said, "Child, I want to know your name."

Harry tried not to be nervous and said as Morris taught him: "Little James, my name is little James Dursley."

"Little James?" Ollivander raised his eyebrows and looked at Maurice again after a moment of silence. "I remember, you are the kid who came last year. Your wand is eleven inches, made of golden nanmu. Suzaku tail feathers."

Morris nodded, this move was very Ollivander. This is a real master. As long as he sees the magic wand, he can instantly match people.

"Well..." Ollivander pondered for a while, then the corners of his mouth curved slightly, "Little guy, your wand is very special, so you will never be an ordinary wizard."

"There are some things you may not know. I have a list of freshmen admitted to Hogwarts every year. Do you know why?"

Morris secretly thought that was the case.

Students buy wands home, and there is no middleman to make the difference. So how does the Ministry of Magic put the traces on the wands? Sure enough, it was this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes who did it!

"I know." Morris smiled confidently, "And I'm not skipping class. Principal Dumbledore agreed to let me go home to take care of the children."

He pointed at Harry.

Ollivander stood up: "I'm just a wand seller, and other things have nothing to do with me."

...

Ollivander was always serious when it came to wands.

Just like in the movies, Harry tried several wands and almost demolished the shop.

Until...

"Eleven inches, holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, flexible and soft." Ollivander said and handed the wand in his hand to Harry.

Before Harry even waved his wand, a warm breeze surrounded him.

Hedwig resurrected from the state of pretending to be dead with a "chirp" and looked at her master in surprise.

What happened?

Ollivander had a look of understanding on his face. He was about to admire him, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a dark shadow.

"All petrified!"

Maurice picked up a wand and shouted at Harry.

"What's going on?" Ollivander looked confused. This, even if the wands don't match, it won't be like this!

"Tsk, that's hard to do." Morris said to the dark figure still appearing next to Harry, "Go back where you came out, otherwise, no matter what he does, I will tear you apart first!"

The black shadow shook, then disappeared into Harry's hand again.

"This……"

"Back as before." Maurice pointed at Harry, then put the wand back into place.

"That's why I followed him." Morris said expressionlessly.

He just wanted to get Harry a wand in advance. Those lingering guys were really troublesome!

Ollivander was silent, looking at the mess in the store, and sighed.

He has been studying the connection between wands and wizards, and he has always believed that the wand chooses the wizard.

Sure enough, a special wand, a special wizard.