Chapter 1
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
1979 autumn night.
London, Charing Cross, Diagon Alley.
A figure gently placed the baby's cradle in front of a small and shabby shop. The moonlight shone in the shop window, and a wand lay alone on a faded purple cushion.
Right above the window, a peeling gold-lettered sign hangs - "Ollivanders: Making Excellent Wands Since 380 BC."
The figure looked in a hurry, as if he had just experienced a battle. The cloak on his body was in tatters, and even the hood was stained with grass clippings.
He took out a letter from his arms and put it into the cradle, glanced at the baby who was sleeping soundly, knocked on the store door gently, then waved his wand, making a crisp "pop" sound, and disappeared in place.
The pleasant sound of wind chimes came, and an old man in his 70s and [-]s opened the store door.He has a pair of silver-white eyes and half-length hair with some gray.
The old man discovered the cradle on the ground, doubtfully picked up the letter next to the baby, and tore open the envelope with fingers as dry as wood.
The lettering on the letter paper was scattered, and it was clearly a hastily written message.
Dear Garrick:
It happened suddenly and I'm sorry that I didn't have time to meet you.
I have to tell you this extremely depressing news.Just tonight, we found your son and daughter-in-law. They seemed to have been seriously injured in the previous operation and were unable to escape the attack of those Death Eaters.When we arrived, they had already lost their precious lives.
Fortunately, we still had time to save this lovely child.He has a pair of silver eyes unique to your family, just like the moonlight tonight.
Wish everything is well.
Yours faithfully, C·D
The old man gently wiped away the tears that had appeared in the corners of his eyes and turned his gaze to the baby in the cradle.
What he didn't expect was that the baby had woken up at some point and was staring at him in confusion, with a straight look that was completely unlike what a baby should look like.
Even though old Ollivander was well-informed, he was still startled and shuddered.
Just like the poorly written beginning of an online novel, this unusual baby is another little butterfly that comes from time to time and is worshiped by its parents.
The little baby seemed to realize something, and was stunned for a moment. Then he closed his eyes, his mouth shrank, and his dantian was filled with anger.
"Woo...wow!!!"
Crying loudly is the reaction a baby should have.
Garrick Ollivander blocked his ears with one hand, picked up the cradle with the other and walked into the store.
An old man and a young child walked through the front hall. The baby in the cradle quietly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.
Rows of dusty shelves line the crowded aisles, and thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes are stacked almost to the ceiling.
The baby seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and he didn't care to continue crying. He looked away slightly with trembling, no longer looking at the messy shelves.
Old Ollivander took the baby and pushed open a simple wooden door behind the shelf, but there was a strange world inside.
Entering from the mouth, it is very narrow at the beginning, and only then can it pass through people.Go back dozens of steps, suddenly see the light.
Completely opposite to the narrow and cramped shop outside, the Ollivander family's inner house is what the three major arms families in the European magic world should look like.
Different from traditional British aristocratic old houses, there are not many Baroque-style gold and silver decorations here. Instead, granite and marble are used as a match, which does not look out of the ordinary.
Amidst the solemnity and silence, bursts of heavy feeling of history came over the place.
The flames in the fireplace exuded bursts of warmth, and the enchanted candles floated in the air, lighting up the entire drawing room.
An eye-catching velvet tapestry covers an entire wall, with gold and silver threads outlining a thick olive tree with criss-crossing branches and a name written on each leaf.
Above the trees, in the center of the tapestry was the Ollivanders' crest - an olive branch surrounding a wand.
Old Ollivander squinted his eyes and read the names on the genealogy carefully. He pondered for a moment, lowered his head, and muttered to himself in a soft tone.
"Names starting with the letter 'G' are not enough..."
Apparently, Ollivander Sr., who became a grandfather for the first time, was reluctant to choose a repetitive name, such as "Garrick Ollivander II", "Graves Ollivander Jr." or "Jr. Galen Ollivander" or something like that.
After thinking for a long time, he seemed to have an idea.
Glenn Olivander.
The little baby naturally couldn't object, even if the name reminded him of an American TV show called "The Walking Dead."
At night, old Ollivander slowly fell asleep.
Glenn, who had just received a new name, naturally couldn't sleep.
Although he has rich theoretical knowledge as a senior VIP with a ten-year veteran badge, as an ordinary 996 social animal, it still takes some time to accept the experience of a big girl getting on the sedan chair.
After carefully sorting out the fragmented information after waking up, Glenn gradually deduced the current situation.
Whether it's the "Ollivander" outlined in golden threads on the family tree tapestry, or the store furnishings that are exactly the same as in the movie, it all clearly tells him——
This is the magical world of Harry Potter.
The only thing that needs to be confirmed is which node on the sacred timeline this moment is.
In Glenn's mind, his grandfather's appearance slowly overlapped with that of Mr. Ollivander in the Philosopher's Stone movie.
It seems...a little bit younger.
It seems that if nothing unexpected happens, now is the time when the chosen savior has just been born.
"A descendant of "Harry Potter"... It's obviously a low-demon world, but the level of danger is still so high. It really isn't a good place..."
Glenn looked at the stars outside the window and curled his lips.
"Oh...it's already here..." he sighed softly, "I can't leave anymore, so let's make do with it for now."
The famous four great tolerances.
It’s not easy to celebrate the New Year even though we are here, we are still children.
Glenn smiled to himself.
Danger is danger, but it won't be a big problem in a short period of time. Just rely on your golden finger to predict the plot and go to school honestly.
Although I don't have the aura of a protagonist, as long as I don't do anything stupid like challenging the three-headed dog of hell, participating in the Triwizard Tournament, or raiding the Department of Mysteries, it's safe to just hang out.
When it's almost time for the noseless monster to be resurrected, he can exchange gold Galleons for some pounds and take his old man to Haidian, Beijing to buy a few houses. He can retire honorably early before the age of 18 and concentrate on being a charterer.
Can I graduate?
unimportant.
Magic is enough.
As for the boy who survived, let him slowly save the world.
Hmm...pleasant.
Glenn, who was lying in the cradle, turned over and fell asleep with a beautiful vision for the future.
...
After a year and a half, I finally published the book after being warned by the big guys in the group.
As a deadbeat who didn’t even succeed in signing a contract for my last book, it’s really touching that after a year and a half, people still remember me and vote for my old book.
In fact, writing about Harry Potter is not very popular among the younger generation. The reason why I want to write it is to pay off the debt of the old book...
Finally, we still have to appeal for the genuine version!Anyway, it’s a public period now and no payment is required.Next Qidian app, give me a free recommendation vote, there are no pop-up ads, and you can also chat in the chapter comments, isn't it great?
London, Charing Cross, Diagon Alley.
A figure gently placed the baby's cradle in front of a small and shabby shop. The moonlight shone in the shop window, and a wand lay alone on a faded purple cushion.
Right above the window, a peeling gold-lettered sign hangs - "Ollivanders: Making Excellent Wands Since 380 BC."
The figure looked in a hurry, as if he had just experienced a battle. The cloak on his body was in tatters, and even the hood was stained with grass clippings.
He took out a letter from his arms and put it into the cradle, glanced at the baby who was sleeping soundly, knocked on the store door gently, then waved his wand, making a crisp "pop" sound, and disappeared in place.
The pleasant sound of wind chimes came, and an old man in his 70s and [-]s opened the store door.He has a pair of silver-white eyes and half-length hair with some gray.
The old man discovered the cradle on the ground, doubtfully picked up the letter next to the baby, and tore open the envelope with fingers as dry as wood.
The lettering on the letter paper was scattered, and it was clearly a hastily written message.
Dear Garrick:
It happened suddenly and I'm sorry that I didn't have time to meet you.
I have to tell you this extremely depressing news.Just tonight, we found your son and daughter-in-law. They seemed to have been seriously injured in the previous operation and were unable to escape the attack of those Death Eaters.When we arrived, they had already lost their precious lives.
Fortunately, we still had time to save this lovely child.He has a pair of silver eyes unique to your family, just like the moonlight tonight.
Wish everything is well.
Yours faithfully, C·D
The old man gently wiped away the tears that had appeared in the corners of his eyes and turned his gaze to the baby in the cradle.
What he didn't expect was that the baby had woken up at some point and was staring at him in confusion, with a straight look that was completely unlike what a baby should look like.
Even though old Ollivander was well-informed, he was still startled and shuddered.
Just like the poorly written beginning of an online novel, this unusual baby is another little butterfly that comes from time to time and is worshiped by its parents.
The little baby seemed to realize something, and was stunned for a moment. Then he closed his eyes, his mouth shrank, and his dantian was filled with anger.
"Woo...wow!!!"
Crying loudly is the reaction a baby should have.
Garrick Ollivander blocked his ears with one hand, picked up the cradle with the other and walked into the store.
An old man and a young child walked through the front hall. The baby in the cradle quietly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.
Rows of dusty shelves line the crowded aisles, and thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes are stacked almost to the ceiling.
The baby seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and he didn't care to continue crying. He looked away slightly with trembling, no longer looking at the messy shelves.
Old Ollivander took the baby and pushed open a simple wooden door behind the shelf, but there was a strange world inside.
Entering from the mouth, it is very narrow at the beginning, and only then can it pass through people.Go back dozens of steps, suddenly see the light.
Completely opposite to the narrow and cramped shop outside, the Ollivander family's inner house is what the three major arms families in the European magic world should look like.
Different from traditional British aristocratic old houses, there are not many Baroque-style gold and silver decorations here. Instead, granite and marble are used as a match, which does not look out of the ordinary.
Amidst the solemnity and silence, bursts of heavy feeling of history came over the place.
The flames in the fireplace exuded bursts of warmth, and the enchanted candles floated in the air, lighting up the entire drawing room.
An eye-catching velvet tapestry covers an entire wall, with gold and silver threads outlining a thick olive tree with criss-crossing branches and a name written on each leaf.
Above the trees, in the center of the tapestry was the Ollivanders' crest - an olive branch surrounding a wand.
Old Ollivander squinted his eyes and read the names on the genealogy carefully. He pondered for a moment, lowered his head, and muttered to himself in a soft tone.
"Names starting with the letter 'G' are not enough..."
Apparently, Ollivander Sr., who became a grandfather for the first time, was reluctant to choose a repetitive name, such as "Garrick Ollivander II", "Graves Ollivander Jr." or "Jr. Galen Ollivander" or something like that.
After thinking for a long time, he seemed to have an idea.
Glenn Olivander.
The little baby naturally couldn't object, even if the name reminded him of an American TV show called "The Walking Dead."
At night, old Ollivander slowly fell asleep.
Glenn, who had just received a new name, naturally couldn't sleep.
Although he has rich theoretical knowledge as a senior VIP with a ten-year veteran badge, as an ordinary 996 social animal, it still takes some time to accept the experience of a big girl getting on the sedan chair.
After carefully sorting out the fragmented information after waking up, Glenn gradually deduced the current situation.
Whether it's the "Ollivander" outlined in golden threads on the family tree tapestry, or the store furnishings that are exactly the same as in the movie, it all clearly tells him——
This is the magical world of Harry Potter.
The only thing that needs to be confirmed is which node on the sacred timeline this moment is.
In Glenn's mind, his grandfather's appearance slowly overlapped with that of Mr. Ollivander in the Philosopher's Stone movie.
It seems...a little bit younger.
It seems that if nothing unexpected happens, now is the time when the chosen savior has just been born.
"A descendant of "Harry Potter"... It's obviously a low-demon world, but the level of danger is still so high. It really isn't a good place..."
Glenn looked at the stars outside the window and curled his lips.
"Oh...it's already here..." he sighed softly, "I can't leave anymore, so let's make do with it for now."
The famous four great tolerances.
It’s not easy to celebrate the New Year even though we are here, we are still children.
Glenn smiled to himself.
Danger is danger, but it won't be a big problem in a short period of time. Just rely on your golden finger to predict the plot and go to school honestly.
Although I don't have the aura of a protagonist, as long as I don't do anything stupid like challenging the three-headed dog of hell, participating in the Triwizard Tournament, or raiding the Department of Mysteries, it's safe to just hang out.
When it's almost time for the noseless monster to be resurrected, he can exchange gold Galleons for some pounds and take his old man to Haidian, Beijing to buy a few houses. He can retire honorably early before the age of 18 and concentrate on being a charterer.
Can I graduate?
unimportant.
Magic is enough.
As for the boy who survived, let him slowly save the world.
Hmm...pleasant.
Glenn, who was lying in the cradle, turned over and fell asleep with a beautiful vision for the future.
...
After a year and a half, I finally published the book after being warned by the big guys in the group.
As a deadbeat who didn’t even succeed in signing a contract for my last book, it’s really touching that after a year and a half, people still remember me and vote for my old book.
In fact, writing about Harry Potter is not very popular among the younger generation. The reason why I want to write it is to pay off the debt of the old book...
Finally, we still have to appeal for the genuine version!Anyway, it’s a public period now and no payment is required.Next Qidian app, give me a free recommendation vote, there are no pop-up ads, and you can also chat in the chapter comments, isn't it great?
