Harry was a little disappointed that he couldn't find a blacksmith shop.

He was also a little uncomfortable with the Hogwarts robes - he didn't expect them to be so loose that he always felt like he would trip over them.

He was still more accustomed to wearing armor, even a tights would be better.

Hagrid came back soon and took him to buy other things, cauldrons, herbs, books, and a trip to the pet shop. Hagrid gave him an early birthday present - a beautiful snowy owl with a very sweet smile.

Birthday.

July 31st.

He almost forgot about this day. Witchers are aliens, but they are still human beings in nature and they celebrate their birthdays. But most of the time they are in the wilderness, fighting demons, or being chased by humans or monsters. Harry hasn't had a good birthday for a long time.

"Finally, it's time to buy you a wand." Hagrid looked at the list and muttered, "Olivander is the best wand master. You will definitely buy the most suitable wand for you there."

The wizard's "blacksmith shop".

The environment was somewhat different from what Harry had imagined - a small, shabby, dusty cupboard with only a lonely wand.

When I pushed the door open, the atmosphere in the room was a bit depressing. No... it was not the environment's problem.

Demon hunters have extremely keen perception abilities.

Harry noticed it as soon as he entered the room.

The auras of thousands of powerful creatures mixed together, along with complex fluctuations of magical power.

"Oh, a perceptive young man." A soft voice suddenly came from behind a counter, startling Hagrid. Harry was prepared for this. He had noticed... this old man who had almost no presence and could almost escape his perception.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. You are more perceptive than your mother." The old man with silver eyes came out from behind the counter and looked at Harry. "You seem to be able to sense the aura of these wands?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

"I wish I had your talent," Ollivander muttered. "It took me thirty years of living with wands for me to be able to sense like you."

“It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?”

"A tiny wand, but with its own breath, its own life, its own thoughts..."

"No." Harry said bluntly, "This feeling makes me very uncomfortable."

"It's like..."

"I suddenly broke into a nest with thousands of monsters eyeing me covetously."

“They are all very threatening.”

Ollivander was startled, then laughed, "Oh...an interesting point of view. In your eyes, those who don't belong to you are threats?"

"You are very different from your parents. Perhaps... this is the little special thing about the Savior?"

"Usually, when little wizards come, I will recall their parents - children always inherit something from their parents, so I will let them try a wand that combines the characteristics of both parents."

"Let me think about it..."

Ollivander turned around and picked at the counter, then quickly took out a box and said, "Try this one, beech wood, snake nerve, nine inches."

Harry took it. This wand also had a mixed aura, but after struggling for a moment in his hand, it became unusually obedient. He waved it lightly.

A red light appeared, raising a breeze.

Ollivander looked at Harry in surprise: "Oh... weird."

He took the wand back, but did not put it back. Instead, he put it aside and handed Harry another wand: "Try this one. Black walnut, phoenix feather, eleven inches and a third."

The wand also struggled for a bit, but soon became obedient as well.

A gentle wave, a breeze.

"Oh, it's so strange!" Ollivander's eyes sparkled and his tone became excited. "Try this one, fir wood, unicorn hair, ten and a half inches."

"The survivor's wand should be more suitable for you?"

Harry took it and waved it expressionlessly.

"No, no, no, it's not for you either." Ollivander snatched it again and stuffed another one in his hand. "Apple wood, dragon nerve, nine and seven twelfths inches."

This one still doesn't fit.

Alder, holly, blackthorn…

He tried many, but none of them satisfied Ollivander.

"Let me think about it, dear, let me think about it carefully." Ollivander rubbed his head.

Harry asked, "So each wand material actually corresponds to a personality trait?"

Ollivander nodded, "Yes."

"Your mother is a gentle person, and your father is a qualified leader. I think if you inherit their strengths, then beech wood must be the best for you."

"The wand does not resist you, but...it is not a like-minded partner. It just submits to you willingly."

"You are a perceptive little gentleman, so I think black walnut might suit you. It is also perceptive, but like the last wand, it is a servant, not a partner."

"I started with your other traits, but... they all showed up the same way. They were all average."

At this point, Ollivander raised his head and looked at Harry with a complicated expression: "Of course, every young wizard who is destined to be excellent in the future is always like this."

"They may have some... characteristics that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, but magic wands are always very sensitive to these characteristics."

"Like that gentleman." Ollivander couldn't help shuddering, his eyes falling on Harry's forehead, "Just like the gentleman who gave you the scar."

"I thought he would be suited to elm, acacia or vine wood, but in the end, it was yew that suited him."

"It is a wand that is very good at dark magic. Some of its owners can even be said to be notorious."

Harry deadpanned.

Hagrid shivered, looking from Ollivander to Harry in confusion.

"But you are not like that either." Ollivander frowned. "Those wands that are good at dark magic are more likely to rebel against you than other wands."

"In your hands... it's like prey."

Harry laughed at himself - he was a witcher, and even though humans would curse them as freaks, monsters, and emotionless aliens, they were indeed the "messengers of justice" who hunted darkness and monsters.

"I think Dumbledore is right. You are destined to have the wand of your destiny." Ollivander picked up a wand and showed it to Harry. "This is it. Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches."

"Two wands were made from the same phoenix feather, one of which is this one."

"And the other, yew, thirteen and one-half inches, was sold to the Dark Lord who must not be named."

"But it's not for you either."

"You are not bound to fate as Dumbledore expected."

Harry raised his hand and touched his scar: "Really? That's a pity."

Ollivander suddenly stood up and looked at Harry: "Oh, I have an idea!"

"Yes, you are intelligent and mature, but no young wizard, or even adult wizard, has ever found it difficult to appreciate the meaning of the saying 'the wand chooses the wizard'."

"You noticed it from the beginning, although I don't quite like how you put it."

"Maybe you should try this one?"

Ollivander dug out a wand: "Cedar wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches."

"I would never consider provoking the owner of a cedar wand. There are very few wizards who can own such wands. They all have very keen insight and observation."

"I think it will suit you well."

Harry reached out and took it. The aura on the wand did not struggle, but touched his hand tentatively, and then wrapped around it happily.

He waved lightly.

The breeze blew, causing Ollivander to grin.

"As expected!" Ollivander didn't care about his image being ruined, and clapped his hands in applause, "This wand is the most suitable for you."

"You are a fussy little wizard, oh I should put you in my book, it's amazing."

Harry played with the small stick and nodded: "Thank you, how much is this wand?"

"Seven Galleons," Ollivander replied, mumbling something, and pulled out a book from behind the counter. "'Wand Care'. This book is for you."

“Remember, be kind to it.”

"It won't be so easy if you choose a suitable wand."

As Harry took out the Galleons and took the book, he asked casually, "By the way, Mr. Ollivander, I have something I want to ask you."

Ollivander raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

"Do you know Diagon Alley, or any blacksmith's shop there?" asked Harry.

Ollivander was startled and his eyes widened.

Oh my god…

What did I hear?

"Why are you asking that?" he stammered, looking at the wand in Harry's hand and mentally spat - he didn't sense any unpleasant aura from the wand.

Your master, I just succeeded in getting you, and you're already considering other weapons!

Wake up!

Stop licking him!

"I want to do two sword fights," Harry replied seriously. "I might be better at becoming a wizard like... Gryffindor." He directly used the words he had just heard in the clothing store.

"Gryffindor only has one sword." Ollivander said expressionlessly, his voice cold, and he clicked his tongue, "And there's no blacksmith in Diagon Alley!"

"A hundred years ago, there were goblins doing this business, forging weapons specifically for young Muggle-born wizards. But... times have changed now. No young wizard would buy such crude, brutal, and barbaric things!"

"The goblins are all working at Gringotts now."

Harry sighed: "What a pity! Do you know any goblins? I would like to ask..."

"No, I don't know him!" Ollivander gritted his teeth and interrupted Harry rudely, "As long as a wizard can use a wand, it's fine. You have to treat it well!"

"Gryffindor's time is over!"

"Okay, I'm already exhausted from choosing a wand for your troublesome little wizard. Just let me have a good rest."

They were both kicked out.

Harry was not surprised at all, all witchers seemed to have this problem.

It seems like they are talking nicely, but in the end...it always comes down to using swords or fists to solve the problem.

Hagrid looked at Harry with a strange expression: "I have never seen Mr. Ollivander so angry, Harry... You really are a qualified Gryffindor."

Harry nodded, thoughtfully.

so……

Will it irritate people and be equivalent to Gryffindor?