Chapter 61 Ollivander's Answer

Happy time always passes quickly, and soon it's the day that he made an appointment with Penelope.

Franklin finally learned the Disillusionment Charm. Although the release speed was very slow and the invisibility effect was not good, he was still very happy.

After sending 15 letters to Harry without receiving any reply, the Weasley brothers could no longer bear it and decided to go to Harry's house tonight. They also asked Mike and Franklin if they would go, but Mike refused again.

Mike decided to follow his heart and try not to deal with the savior Harry from now on, so as not to arouse the suspicion of Dumbledore, the old bee. And Franklin seemed to want to go, but Mike hit him on the forehead and gave up.

Mike came to Diagon Alley early that day. He had to go to another place before meeting Penelope.

"Ding-ling-ling!"

Ollivander's wand shop was still the same, shabby. Mike pushed open the door of the small shop and walked into the small shop. The bell at the door made a crisp sound.

"Oh, Mr. Mike Townley. 13 inches, blackthorn wood with dragon's heartstring, not easy to bend, a wand for a warrior. I remember it correctly." Ollivander said in a somewhat erratic and hoarse voice, "What brings you here? Is there something wrong with your wand?"

Mike was not surprised that Ollivander accurately said his name and wand information. His fingertips brushed across the stool covered with a thick layer of dust, and he pulled the curtain beside him and wiped it with disgust before saying.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander. I feel that there is indeed a small problem with my wand. Although it is developing in a good direction, I still think I should ask you, the wand master, for advice."

"Oh? Please let me see your wand." Ollivander immediately became excited when he heard it.

"I encountered a very thrilling attack in the Forbidden Forest. Fortunately, I was lucky and survived." Mike took out the blackthorn wand and handed it to Ollivander. "After that, I found that there was a problem with my wand. It seemed... to have become stronger."

Ollivander took the blackthorn wand with both hands, put on a monocle as thick as the bottom of a bottle, and observed it carefully. It took him a long time to hand the wand back to Mike.

"What you are experiencing is normal. Blackthorn has a peculiar property. It will produce the sweetest berries after the heaviest frost. And a wand made of this wood can only truly blend with its owner after experiencing danger or hardship. After that, the blackthorn wand will become an incredibly loyal servant." Ollivander said in a very bewitching voice, "Also, I have to advise you. I found that there are many small scars on your wand. It seems that you don't care about the maintenance of the wand in normal use.

This is very irresponsible behavior for the wand, which is your most important partner. I think you'd better buy a set of wand maintenance tools. I only need 10 gold galleons for a set, and also come with a wand maintenance manual. What do you think?" As Ollivander said,

"Welcome back next time!", Mike walked out of the shop with a set of wand maintenance tools. Looking at the people coming and going on the street, Mike felt a little dazed.

Damn, he was acting like a hidden master one second ago, but the next second he changed his style and became a businessman who valued money. Are all the so-called masters nowadays so naughty?

Shaking his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, Mike quickly squeezed into the crowd. It was getting late, and Penelope was still waiting for him.

After finally arriving at the agreed place, Florin's Cold Drink Shop, Mike's forehead was already covered with a layer of sweat. Hogwarts was about to start school, and many students and their parents came to Diagon Alley to purchase things they needed for the new semester. These few days can be said to be the busiest time in Diagon Alley.

Penelope was sitting in a window seat, smiling at Mike who squeezed in from the crowd. There was a glass of ice water on the table in front of her. Judging from the water level, she should have been waiting for a while.

"Sorry, Penelope, I didn't mean to be late. It was because a black cat crossed my way on the way here." Mike wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained.

"It's okay, I just got here too." Penelope supported her chin with one hand, and looked at Mike with a smile in her big eyes, but she didn't expose Mike's rough excuse.

Today, Penelope dressed very lively, no longer as refreshing and capable as she usually was at Hogwarts. Her

long blond curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and the hem of her white printed T-shirt was tucked into her denim hot pants. There was also a Doraemon printed on it, but the big head of this Doraemon was bulging out, which looked very three-dimensional. Her long legs swayed gently, and the white seemed to reflect light under the sunlight.

Mike was a little absent-minded, and it took him a long time to swallow a big mouthful of saliva.

Looking at Penelope's teasing smile, Mike couldn't help but blush. It has been almost two years since he came to this world, and he hasn't been close to any women in these two years. If he was originally a child, it wouldn't matter, but he was an adult man in his previous life. Seeing Penelope dressed like this, he was a little out of control.

In order to ease his embarrassment, Mike coughed and called the waiter: "Give me two Florin's signature cones."

The summer in the UK is not hot, and the temperature can reach 30 degrees, which is considered high. But it is human nature to like sweets, so there are many customers in the store at this time. The waiter just nodded slightly when he heard Mike's words and ran back to the counter to get busy.

"It's so hot, Penello." Mike breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the chair in front of Penello and sat down. "Oh, no. It should be Penello's senior, right."

Penello laughed so hard that she shook with laughter, and even Doraemon on her chest swayed, which made Mike swallow his saliva again.

"It's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be the prefect. You know, Paula has been eyeing the position of prefect for a long time. She's a pure-blood. How can a Muggle-born wizard like me snatch her away?"

"I know Paula. I heard that she comes from an unknown pure-blood family, not even one of the 28 pure-blood families. Not only is she not as good as you in terms of how she behaves, but she's also eight blocks worse than you in terms of appearance. How can she compare to you, senior sister?" Mike said with a smile.

It turns out that as long as a woman is a woman, she likes to be praised by others, whether she's a little girl or an old woman.

Penelope smiled for a long time after hearing Mike's compliment. She stopped smiling when the clerk brought two ice cream cones.

"I still have to thank you. This is a gift I picked for you. Open it and have a look."

Penelope took out a gift box from her small bag and handed it to Mike. She was born in a Muggle family and her family was not rich, so she couldn't afford a bag of traceless extension charms.