Harry and Hagrid then went to Flourish and Blotts, Potage's Cauldron Shop, and the Apothecary. They got books from a shop filled with towering stacks of books on various subjects, a shiny pewter cauldron, size 2. The shop also had displays of brass scales, crystal phials, and other potions equipment that Harry found intriguing, including a set of basic potion supplies, a collapsible brass scale, and a set of glass phials.
"Just yer wand left — oh yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present."
"Oh, you don't have to—"
"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer an animal. Not a toad; toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at — an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'."
After going in to find his destined owl under Hagrid's guidance, Harry walked out with the prettiest owl sleeping in her cage.
'I gotta learn the owl equivalent for Parseltongue, gotta see if Hedwig is a magical girl…' Harry laughed internally, thinking about finding old tomes talking about the subservient magical girls that were cursed to take the form of owls.
And about Parseltongue, Harry had tried to talk to some local snake he found, but he couldn't find a breed of snake that could hold any type of conversation. He concluded that mostly magical snakes might have a bit of intelligence, 'but I wouldn't be able to get a pet snake considering I want to follow the canon as closely as I can,' well it might really be an issue if the poster boy is shown to have the talent considered evil. 'These wizards are such idiots, I should really check that one fanfic theory that magic makes people dumb.'
Harry and Hagrid reached the last place to finish his first-year shopping. Standing in front of the shop, Harry looked up to read the peeling gold letters over the door: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
Harry walked into this legendary novice point of the HP world, the tinkling bell ringing to announce their entrance. Harry looked around in wonder, 'It's like walking in a firearms warehouse,' he thought to himself, reminding himself of the danger of people carrying these around and that they could kill you at any given time.
'A bit extreme…'
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice, close to Harry's ear, almost—no, definitely too close.
Harry, on instinct, turned and hit the pervy old man in the nuts.
"Ohhhh…"
It was not so much that Harry was targeting the dusty lineage of the old man Ollivander, but that his height was just that appropriate. His straight punch connected with Ollivander's two nuts.
A loud crunching noise followed, and Hagrid quickly got off the spindly chair, not quite sure if it was because he was too startled by the sudden appearance of Ollivander or it was due to pain shared through male instinct.
After the awkward moment passed, Ollivander began pulling wands from the shelves, his movements precise and practiced. He handed the first wand to Harry, who grasped it tentatively. A violent spark erupted, causing a nearby shelf to shatter into a thousand pieces.
"Woah, that was a lot more power than I expected," Ollivander muttered, startled by the power of the spell.
"Curious. Very curious," he said, his interest clearly piqued. "Let's try another."
One by one, wands were tried and rejected. Some emitted sparks or combusted in flames, others simply fizzled out, while a few caused minor explosions. Most almost destroyed a major section of Ollivander's shop. Ollivander's eyes grew crazier with each failure, his fascination growing.
"I think he's gone a bit mad," muttered Hagrid to Harry, both of them looking at Ollivander as he traversed the shattered furniture, picking one wand then another.
"Ebony and unicorn hair, 12 inches," Ollivander said, handing over a wand that resulted in another blasted shelf.
Now there were people who stopped to peer into the shop. Even though some minor explosions were expected from Ollivander's, it was the first time they were hearing this much destruction from the shop.
"I think they might call the Aurors, thinkin' somebody's attacked Ollivanders," Hagrid said as he looked worriedly at the people starting to gather outside. "Lemme go and talk to 'em," Hagrid then walked out of the shop, almost relieved, as he had dodged a dozen spells. Before leaving, Hagrid gave a subtle glance towards Hedwig.
Harry looked down, "Hedwig, why are you looking at Hagrid like that?"
Hedwig cooed and turned her head around while Hagrid hurried outside.
"Willow and dragon heartstring, 14 inches," Ollivander continued, but the wand fizzled out in Harry's hand.
"I sense something... unique about you," he said, peering intently at Harry. "It's as if there are... conflicting energies within you."
Harry swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. As he held a particularly reactive wand, a sudden flashback overtook him. Memories of Harry's childhood, Voldemort's dark ambitions, and the soul-devouring battle flooded his mind.
"Not now... stay focused," he whispered to himself, shaking off the images.
Ollivander observed him closely, then turned to a high shelf and retrieved a box covered in a thick layer of dust. "Perhaps this one," he said softly, handing the wand to Harry.
As soon as Harry's fingers closed around the wand, a surge of warmth coursed through him. It was Holly and Phoenix feather, 11 inches. The wand felt right, yet there was an undercurrent of dissonance.
"Holly and phoenix feather, 11 inches," Ollivander announced. "This wand has a remarkable history. It may not be a perfect match for you, given your... unique circumstances, but it will do for now."
Harry then thought about him now being part Voldemort and Harry. He might have a greater connection with his wand that uses the same core as the one with Voldemort's… 'Then what about me from another world?'
"You should be careful with this wand. Due to your… nature, you might never find a wand that suits you perfectly. Not even custom wands could do any better."
"Will I have problems with my magic?"
"Well, not in the power division. As a matter of fact, your spells will be more powerful than anybody at your level and it will only increase. But – your control, now that will be – mind my language – shit."
A nasty scowl marred his face. 'Well, it's not as bad as I thought,' Harry had hypothesized that there might be problems when it came to wand selection, and his worst guess was that he might not even get a wand.
After all, he had been trying to use magic throughout this time and he had always come across this problem of too much power.
As he stepped out of Ollivanders, Harry glanced back. Ollivander was still watching him, a pensive look on his face, as if he knew more than he was letting on.
"This wand... it feels right and wrong at the same time," Harry thought, clenching his fist around it. "I need to master it, understand it. There's no turning back now."
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UPDATE TIME: 21:33 26 jul 2024
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