Chapter 116 The Boy Who Lived
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"What a scene!"
Mrs. Longbottom was very happy, even the wrinkles on her face were smiling.
"Thank you so much, little Mr. Ollivander!" She also thanked Glenn without forgetting.
Glenn bowed slightly as a sign of courtesy and winked at Neville.
Neville felt much more relaxed and gave him a timid smile.
[Core character, Neville Longbottom, friendliness +10, exchange currency +1000. 】
"Are the prices still the same, Mr. Ollivander?"
Mrs. Longbottom turned to Old Ollivander and asked with a smile.
"Yes, Mrs. Longbottom. Still seven galleons."
The old woman took out a purse embroidered with red flowers from her bag, counted seven galleons from it, and lined them up on the counter.
"I haven't bought Neville's textbook yet, so I'll keep it soon." She said, gently touching the top of Neville's head.
Glenn thoughtfully took the wand from Neville and put it back into the box.
Mrs. Longbottom pulled her grandson to the door, then turned back with a hint of pleading in her eyes.
"Can I ask you a little favor, little Mr. Ollivander?"
"Of course, please tell me."
Glenn seemed to have guessed something and nodded in agreement.
"Neville has been a bit introverted since he was a child. I have always been afraid that he would not find friends at Hogwarts..."
As the old woman spoke, Neville's face turned red again and he lowered his head like a little girl.
"Don't worry, the little wizards at Hogwarts are very friendly, and I will try my best to help him." Glenn glanced at him and said, his tone very relaxed.
[Core character, Neville Longbottom, friendliness +10, exchange currency +1000. 】
Glenn was secretly happy. He was indeed a good-tempered Neville, and he was simply a big prostitute with good friendliness.
"Thank you very much!" Mrs. Longbottom seemed relieved and patted Neville gently again.
The chubby little boy whispered softly: "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" Glenn shrugged and smiled at him.
In the days after seeing off Neville's grandparents and grandchildren, many new students with familiar names arrived one after another.
Michael Corner;
Blaise Chabini;
Ernie MacMillan;
Lavender Brown
...
Time has quickly come to the last day of July, which is an extremely extraordinary day in the Harry Potter universe.
This was the first time the savior came into contact with the magical world since he became sensible.
Under the temptation of favorability and exchange coins, Glenn deliberately stayed in the store, waiting for the little boy wearing glasses to arrive.
For some reason, the store was not too busy today, with only two or three little wizards coming to buy their first wand.
Glenn sat bored behind the counter, playing with his rosewood wand.
After a whole year of playing with the stick, the body of the stick has become increasingly shiny and moist, and the dots of gold stars have become fuller.
At this time, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass showcase, a thin figure was walking quickly past.
The figure seemed to be shaking all the time. The robe on his body didn't seem to fit well. It was much wider than his body shape. A pair of arms were dangling back and forth in the sleeves.
There was something wrong with his face, a sickly pale color.
There is a huge purple turban on the top of the head, tightly wrapping the entire back of the head.
Glenn's pupils shrank.
He knows this man.
Quilinus Quirrell, Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts.
Of course, if nothing else happens, he should have been confirmed to take over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year.
Glenn thought about today's date, and suddenly understood the purpose of his visit.
In fact, he also considered whether to remind Quirrell before the vacation to prevent him from going to the jungle of Albania, so that the remnant soul of His Highness the Dark Lord would suffer even more.
But after thinking about it again and again, he gave up this tempting idea.
His current strength is not enough to protect himself, let alone protect those around him.
If Voldemort rashly changes the direction of the plot and just stays in the forest, what if he finds a new way to resurrect?
So poor Professor Quirrell has no choice but to suffer again.
Glenn shook his head and sighed as the figure gradually faded away.
Not long after, the store door was gently opened, and the familiar sound of wind chimes was heard again.
"Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop!"
Glenn stood up and looked at the people coming in at the door, with a smile on his face.
There was a huge contrast in the stature of the two people. One was thin and small, but the other had to bend down to barely walk through the door.
The boy, who was wearing a large old T-shirt, glasses, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, took two steps forward.
He nodded timidly at Glenn, his eyes drifting to the shelves behind and around him.
"Good afternoon, Hagrid!" Glenn greeted the giant familiarly and winked with a smile.
Hagrid grinned and sat down on a bench in the shop.
The old bench immediately groaned, as if complaining about Hagrid's weight.
Old Ollivander also walked out from behind the shelves and was slightly startled when he saw the person coming.
"Oh, yes," he came back to his senses, his tone seemed to be a little surprised, "Yes, yes, I know I will see you soon, Harry Potter."
Harry looked confused and couldn't help but turn to look at Hagrid.
Hagrid shook his head slightly, with a smile on his face.
Being frightened by Mr. Ollivander's facial recognition is an experience that every little wizard should have.
Grandfather looked at him with a smile and continued: "Your eyes are just like your mother's. It seems like yesterday that she came here to buy her first wand."
He repeated Harry's parents' wands just like in the original book, then stepped forward and gently touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his fingers.
I have to say that for an 11-year-old child, being pulled by an old man with silver eyes and saying a bunch of weird things is hard not to leave some psychological shadow.
"I'm sorry, but it was done by a wand I sold," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches long. Yewwood. Very powerful, extremely powerful, but in the wrong hands. …”
Glenn couldn't help but feel amused when he saw Harry's silence.
"Hagrid, I have two pieces of news to tell you, one good and one bad, about your pink umbrella..."
He ignored the famous scene between his grandfather and Harry and said to Hagrid.
Hagrid was startled, shook his head repeatedly, and winked at him, indicating that old Ollivander was listening.
By chance, his grandfather also noticed him, let Harry go, and went to greet him.
Rube!Rubeus Hagrid!Long time no see..." He turned back quietly and winked at Glenn, "Oak, sixteen inches long, a little curved, right? "
Mrs. Longbottom was very happy, even the wrinkles on her face were smiling.
"Thank you so much, little Mr. Ollivander!" She also thanked Glenn without forgetting.
Glenn bowed slightly as a sign of courtesy and winked at Neville.
Neville felt much more relaxed and gave him a timid smile.
[Core character, Neville Longbottom, friendliness +10, exchange currency +1000. 】
"Are the prices still the same, Mr. Ollivander?"
Mrs. Longbottom turned to Old Ollivander and asked with a smile.
"Yes, Mrs. Longbottom. Still seven galleons."
The old woman took out a purse embroidered with red flowers from her bag, counted seven galleons from it, and lined them up on the counter.
"I haven't bought Neville's textbook yet, so I'll keep it soon." She said, gently touching the top of Neville's head.
Glenn thoughtfully took the wand from Neville and put it back into the box.
Mrs. Longbottom pulled her grandson to the door, then turned back with a hint of pleading in her eyes.
"Can I ask you a little favor, little Mr. Ollivander?"
"Of course, please tell me."
Glenn seemed to have guessed something and nodded in agreement.
"Neville has been a bit introverted since he was a child. I have always been afraid that he would not find friends at Hogwarts..."
As the old woman spoke, Neville's face turned red again and he lowered his head like a little girl.
"Don't worry, the little wizards at Hogwarts are very friendly, and I will try my best to help him." Glenn glanced at him and said, his tone very relaxed.
[Core character, Neville Longbottom, friendliness +10, exchange currency +1000. 】
Glenn was secretly happy. He was indeed a good-tempered Neville, and he was simply a big prostitute with good friendliness.
"Thank you very much!" Mrs. Longbottom seemed relieved and patted Neville gently again.
The chubby little boy whispered softly: "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" Glenn shrugged and smiled at him.
In the days after seeing off Neville's grandparents and grandchildren, many new students with familiar names arrived one after another.
Michael Corner;
Blaise Chabini;
Ernie MacMillan;
Lavender Brown
...
Time has quickly come to the last day of July, which is an extremely extraordinary day in the Harry Potter universe.
This was the first time the savior came into contact with the magical world since he became sensible.
Under the temptation of favorability and exchange coins, Glenn deliberately stayed in the store, waiting for the little boy wearing glasses to arrive.
For some reason, the store was not too busy today, with only two or three little wizards coming to buy their first wand.
Glenn sat bored behind the counter, playing with his rosewood wand.
After a whole year of playing with the stick, the body of the stick has become increasingly shiny and moist, and the dots of gold stars have become fuller.
At this time, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass showcase, a thin figure was walking quickly past.
The figure seemed to be shaking all the time. The robe on his body didn't seem to fit well. It was much wider than his body shape. A pair of arms were dangling back and forth in the sleeves.
There was something wrong with his face, a sickly pale color.
There is a huge purple turban on the top of the head, tightly wrapping the entire back of the head.
Glenn's pupils shrank.
He knows this man.
Quilinus Quirrell, Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts.
Of course, if nothing else happens, he should have been confirmed to take over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year.
Glenn thought about today's date, and suddenly understood the purpose of his visit.
In fact, he also considered whether to remind Quirrell before the vacation to prevent him from going to the jungle of Albania, so that the remnant soul of His Highness the Dark Lord would suffer even more.
But after thinking about it again and again, he gave up this tempting idea.
His current strength is not enough to protect himself, let alone protect those around him.
If Voldemort rashly changes the direction of the plot and just stays in the forest, what if he finds a new way to resurrect?
So poor Professor Quirrell has no choice but to suffer again.
Glenn shook his head and sighed as the figure gradually faded away.
Not long after, the store door was gently opened, and the familiar sound of wind chimes was heard again.
"Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop!"
Glenn stood up and looked at the people coming in at the door, with a smile on his face.
There was a huge contrast in the stature of the two people. One was thin and small, but the other had to bend down to barely walk through the door.
The boy, who was wearing a large old T-shirt, glasses, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, took two steps forward.
He nodded timidly at Glenn, his eyes drifting to the shelves behind and around him.
"Good afternoon, Hagrid!" Glenn greeted the giant familiarly and winked with a smile.
Hagrid grinned and sat down on a bench in the shop.
The old bench immediately groaned, as if complaining about Hagrid's weight.
Old Ollivander also walked out from behind the shelves and was slightly startled when he saw the person coming.
"Oh, yes," he came back to his senses, his tone seemed to be a little surprised, "Yes, yes, I know I will see you soon, Harry Potter."
Harry looked confused and couldn't help but turn to look at Hagrid.
Hagrid shook his head slightly, with a smile on his face.
Being frightened by Mr. Ollivander's facial recognition is an experience that every little wizard should have.
Grandfather looked at him with a smile and continued: "Your eyes are just like your mother's. It seems like yesterday that she came here to buy her first wand."
He repeated Harry's parents' wands just like in the original book, then stepped forward and gently touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his fingers.
I have to say that for an 11-year-old child, being pulled by an old man with silver eyes and saying a bunch of weird things is hard not to leave some psychological shadow.
"I'm sorry, but it was done by a wand I sold," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches long. Yewwood. Very powerful, extremely powerful, but in the wrong hands. …”
Glenn couldn't help but feel amused when he saw Harry's silence.
"Hagrid, I have two pieces of news to tell you, one good and one bad, about your pink umbrella..."
He ignored the famous scene between his grandfather and Harry and said to Hagrid.
Hagrid was startled, shook his head repeatedly, and winked at him, indicating that old Ollivander was listening.
By chance, his grandfather also noticed him, let Harry go, and went to greet him.
Rube!Rubeus Hagrid!Long time no see..." He turned back quietly and winked at Glenn, "Oak, sixteen inches long, a little curved, right? "
