"Well, what I actually an to say is that he is a young hero, defeating a Dark Wizard who infiltrated the school, saving everyone, and he will soon be the youngest recipient of the rlin dal."
Hagrid sowhat stamred as he made an explanation. What he knew was what many already knew, but the identity of Voldemort was only understood by a few.
Most people knew that Ian had defeated the most loyal follower of Voldemort.
Hmm.
That's not wrong.
"You're really amazing!"
Harry Potter exclaid in awe. He started feeling a bit inferior; others were just a little older than him, yet seed far superior in every way.
Even their appearance was outstanding... Perhaps this is the Savior the Wizarding World should pursue, not himself—he had already experienced his fa at the bar outside.
And thus.
The Boy Who Lived felt increasingly like he was famous in na only.
"Average, average, third in Hogwarts." Ian honestly assessed his own level, while Hermione and Lady Granger did not react too intensely to Harry Potter.
After all, the two adults and one child had only just entered the magic realm today, knowing little about the Magic History and the legend of Harry Potter, which actually made Harry Potter feel less alard.
Of course.
This ease did not last long.
"It's really you! From the mont you walked in! I recognized you imdiately!" Old Ollivander's sudden reaction made Harry Potter feel bewildered once again.
"You... hello."
He quickly greeted politely.
"I always knew I would see you soon, Harry Potter. Your eyes are just like your mother's, and I rember her coming here to buy a wand like it was yesterday.
She bought a wand ten and a quarter inches long, made of beautifully crafted cypress—a very fine wand. And your father liked a wand made of peachwood, eleven inches long, which was very powerful in Transformation." Old Ollivander might not have shown off his mory enough.
After speaking to Harry Potter, he turned his gaze to Hagrid.
"Rubeus Hagrid, who would have thought it would be you bringing him to shop? This is such a joy, yours was oak, sixteen inches—a mighty wand, wasn't it!"
"That wand is forever etched in my mory."
Old Ollivander showed a reminiscent expression.
"Yes, it was indeed an exceptionally excellent wand." Hagrid also sighed, his words prompting Old Ollivander to release a heavy sigh.
"But I suppose they have destroyed your wand, what a vile Ministry of Magic." Olivander showed regret for the wand and slight dissatisfaction with the Ministry's actions.
"Well, yes, totally wrecked by them, beyond repair." Hagrid's glance was evasive, and his expression appeared sowhat stiff.
"But I suppose you still kept it, haven't you?"
Olivander looked at Hagrid with bright eyes.
Hagrid dare not make eye contact.
"I found it a... suitable resting place." Hagrid attempted to imply that he had buried the wand, yet his big hands still clutched tightly to a pink broken umbrella.
"That's good then."
Olivander's gaze stayed on the broken umbrella for a mont, without further questioning.
He once again looked at Harry Potter.
"I am sorry that a wand I sold hurt you, hurt your family, and many innocent people." The old man's gaze settled on Harry Potter's forehead.
"Thirteen and a half inches, a very potent wand, extrely powerful, but I gave it to the wrong owner... If I had known what that wand would do..."
He had a look of so regret on his face.
After hearing this, Harry Potter still didn't know how to respond when the Granger couple imdiately beca sowhat suspicious and uncertain, as if they heard evidence of great danger in the wizarding world.
"Do wizards not have laws against killing people?"
Lady Granger looked at Ian with a face full of horror.
"Of course not."
Ian first glanced at Harry Potter, then at the blonde boy Ririm who had returned to reading, and then pulled the two adults and child toward the outside of the wand shop.
"I'll explain the specifics to you later."
Bringing up Voldemort and his cris in front of the victim's family was evidently not appropriate, so Ian also spoke as quietly as he could.
He had so interest in the remnant soul within Harry Potter's forehead, but there would be plenty of ti to deal with that in the future, so there was no rush to investigate Harry Potter's head just yet.
"Are you preparing to leave?"
Old Ollivander then turned his head again, perhaps previously observing the Granger couple's wallet, so he warmly began so product promotion.
"Taking a wand ho doesn't an it doesn't need care; it's a very precious thing, so you might need a wand maintenance kit."
"The latest technology, the latest products, keep your wand youthful and forever effective, originally priced at five Golden Galleons, now during the school opening period, you only need to pay three Golden Galleons."
It must be said.
Ian had his reasons for rembering Ollivander's Wand Shop.
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