Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Hagrid shook his big head vigorously, but that one shake revealed a hint of clumsy honesty.

Harry felt a little better after seeing this.

"I can't tell you, Harry. It concerns Hogwarts. It's a secret, top secret."

Harry rubbed his eyes as he looked at the open door.

Because compared to his own newly acquired vault, this place seemed to contain only a small bundle made of coarse linen.

Hagrid wasn't surprised when he saw it. He went inside and then held it up with two fingers.

He carefully placed it in his shirt pocket.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Harry discovered that while Hagrid had many pockets, only the top pocket, the one on his chest, was the most valuable.

For example, your own key, and this package.

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief after completing this step.

He smiled at Harry and said:

"Oh, and by the way, don't mention this to anyone, Harry."

"Let's go, continue buying your school supplies."

After leaving the bank, Harry looked at his acceptance letter again.

After checking each item one by one.

"Do I also need... a magic wand?"

"Hagrid, where can I buy this?"

The giant beside him, standing on higher ground, had a wider view. He glanced at both sides of the street:
"Want a wand? Then look at Ollivanders, the best shop in Diagon Alley and London."

With that, Hagrid led Harry forward.

After a few steps, we arrived at a glass door.

"Harry, you go inside by yourself. I'm going to buy something else."

Harry looked at Hagrid and hesitated for a moment, but his independent nature made him nod.

As the bell on the door rang.

Harry stood at the doorway, stunned for a moment.

He hadn't expected that there would be customers in the magic wand shop.

And she's also a very beautiful older sister.

As for how beautiful she was, Harry could only say that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Moreover, this woman also has a special head of long pink hair.

This was also the first time Harry had seen this color, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at it.

"Sorry, I can wait a moment..."

Harry hadn't finished speaking.

Zhu Wen turned around and said with a gentle smile:

“It’s alright, I’m not in a hurry, old Walker. You can choose a wand for him first.”

"I believe this gentleman is worth the wait."

As she spoke, Zhu Wen gave up her position at the counter and sat on a low sofa to the side, gesturing for her to sit down.

Harry nodded awkwardly when he saw the beautiful older woman:

"Thank you, thank you!"

Walker, with his gray hair, put down his wand, put on his reading glasses, and looked at Harry.

To be precise, they looked at the little boy's forehead.

So you are, Harry Potter?

After saying that, he suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh right, eleven years have passed. You should have received your Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry acceptance letter by now."

"So, you're here to choose a wand, right?"

"Wow, that was fast..."

Harry wasn't surprised by this.

The shopkeeper recognized him even though he hadn't said a word about his items.

It's as if there's an invisible sign above your head that says "Harry Potter" and has an arrow drawn on it.

Harry was about to answer when he saw the old man simply turn away.

He said with deep emotion.

“Mr. Potter, it’s like yesterday that your parents bought their first wand from me.”

"It seems that having a good memory is sometimes a good thing."

“Oh, found it, try this one, Mr. Potter.”

Harry Potter looked at the wand that was handed to him.

He nodded and took it directly.

Seeing Harry Potter frozen in place, wand in hand, Zhu Wen smiled and offered a reminder:
“Mr. Potter, you can try waving it around.”

"Even if you haven't learned magic yet, you can still sense it."

Seeing that the old shopkeeper nodded in agreement, Harry then waved his hand.

Whoosh!
Bang.

The vase next to Old Hunter suddenly exploded.

It startled everyone.

Harry immediately let go of the wand and put it back on the counter, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I can offer compensation."

Old Hunter put away his wand: "It's alright, I just think this one isn't quite right for you."

"Wait a minute, I think you'll definitely like this one."

Old Hunter climbed the ladder behind him and pulled out a dusty object from among the densely packed boxes.

The box even dried out and cracked because it had been sitting for so long.

"Give it a try, maybe it'll be this one!"

After Old Hunter took out his wand, this time he walked straight out of the counter.

They came to face Harry.

Harry took it without understanding why.

That is, you hold it, but haven't swung it yet.

Harry's eyes widened.

Because he suddenly noticed that everything around him had suddenly lit up.

Seeing this, Zhu Wen, who was sitting on the sofa, narrowed her pink eyes and subconsciously straightened her back.

A gust of wind suddenly appeared and blew over Harry's head, completely revealing the lightning bolt on his forehead, which was also the Z symbol.

Old Walker also witnessed this scene and exclaimed in admiration:

"Amazing, amazing!"

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Potter was chosen by him."

Harry took a deep breath, snapping out of his peculiar heart palpitations:
"Excuse me, sir, what just happened? What happened? What's so magical?"

Old Walker said with a smile:

“Mr. Potter, nothing has happened. It’s just a simple recognition of a master.”

Hunter pointed to Harry's hand:

"I remember every single magic wand I've ever sold."

"Coincidentally, the core of this wand is from the same phoenix as the core of another wand."

"The amazing thing is, this wand chose you, while the other one chose..."

Walker pointed his finger at Harry's forehead and said slowly:

"Because its brother left you with this scar!"

Harry understood Walker's meaning and asked the question Hagrid hadn't answered before.

"Old sir, who owns that magic wand?"

Walker lowered his head: "We never mention his name."

"In Ollivanders, it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard that chooses the wand. The reason is simple: to me, the wand is like my own child."

"We must find a good family for our child."

"In my opinion, Mr. Potter, you are destined for great things."

"After all, this person, whose name cannot even be mentioned, was also the founder of a great enterprise."

"Despite its horror, it is still magnificent!" Just then, the sound of knocking on the glass suddenly rang out, breaking the eye contact between the two.

"Harry, Harry, happy birthday! Hahaha!"

Hagrid, his massive body crouching at the doorway, held up a cage containing a white owl and shouted loudly.

It was obvious that Hagrid had just disappeared to prepare a birthday present for Harry Potter.

Zhu Wen, thinking of the man who was still on a deserted island at dawn, smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Mr. Harry Potter."

Jingle Bell.

Harry left the coin and then followed Hagrid away.

Zhu Wen looked at Walker, who had suddenly fallen silent, and said, "Why do you never mention that person's name?"

"Is it because you all know in your hearts that he is not dead?"

"In our Eastern tradition, there is a saying that deities can sense those who call their names."

"Could it be that he can do that too?"

Zhu Wen couldn't help but think that if this person could really do it, then Voldemort's power would have to be re-evaluated.

Walker looked at Zhu Wen but did not answer the question.

Because in that short time, another family of three came in; it was very clear that the parents had brought their child to buy a magic wand.

Old Walker took a measuring tape from his toolbox, first measuring the boy's height and then his dominant arm and hand.

And asked a whole bunch of questions that seemed relevant but were actually unrelated.

For example, what do you like to eat?
Do you usually drink cold or hot water?

They stayed there until they saw the family of three off and closed the door.

Zhu Wen, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, couldn't help but ask:
"You weren't like this when Harry Potter came, old Walker, don't you want to explain?"

Walker turned his back and casually remarked as he tidied the shelf full of wands:
“Mr. Potter’s wand was destined eleven years ago, so we can skip the previous questions and measurements.”

"I only used that one to confirm his identity."

Zhu Wen nodded: "What about the question from earlier?"

"What? You don't mention that name?"

Walker took out the longest rectangular box from under the counter, opened it, and placed it on the counter.

"Take it, this is your wand."

"Guests from afar!"

Walker learned of Zhu Wen's status as an exchange student at their first meeting, hence his comment.

Walker's meaning is now quite clear: he has chosen to refuse to answer Zhu Wen's question.

Or perhaps they simply didn't want to talk much about Voldemort.

Zhu Wen didn't pay any attention to this and focused her gaze on the counter.

Inside the opened box was a special magic wand, entirely pinkish-white and about the length of a forearm.

Compared to the wands of wizards in the Harry Potter world, this one is longer and thicker.

Moreover, the most obvious difference is that the head of the staff is a hollowed-out gold five-pointed star instead of a stick tip.

After looking him over, Zhu Wen nodded her thanks to Walker, left the gold coins, and turned to leave.

Because she couldn't wait to test the upgraded wand.

Zhu Wen could feel the changes in the wand as soon as she held it in her hand.

As for the main character, Harry Potter.

It wasn't just their Zhongzhou team that was monitoring and protecting him; other teams naturally had people following him the whole time as well.

"Harry? Harry?"

Hagrid stared blankly at the little boy in front of him.

"Are you alright? What are you thinking about?"

Harry looked up, one hand on his forehead, and asked, puzzled:

"He killed my parents, didn't he?"

"They didn't die in a car accident, right?"

"It's the person who gave me this scar."

Harry parted his hair, revealing the hairline on his forehead.

"Hagrid, you must know the truth, right?"

Battle Axe Bar.

After buying all the school supplies, Hagrid took Harry to the pub to rest once again.

Hearing Harry's barrage of questions.

Seeing Harry's serious expression, he suppressed his desire to refuse.

Hagrid was not a good teacher, and he certainly didn't know how to address students' concerns.

But Hagrid was able to empathize with Harry at that moment.

Starting last night.

Harry wasn't actually that happy after leaving his aunt and uncle.

Of course, it wasn't particularly sad either.

It was as if he was flying in the air, without landing.

It was only after seeing the gold coins bearing the shadows of his parents that Harry returned to the surface.

Hagrid sat down in his chair and took a deep breath:

"First of all, Harry, there's something you need to understand, because it's very important."

Do you think all the wizards in Diagon Alley are good people?

"I do not know."

Looking at Harry Hagrid shaking his head, he explained:

"These magicians aren't necessarily good people."

"Some of them turned bad and became bad people."

"So many years ago, a very, very bad magician appeared, he was absolutely wicked."

"His name is..."

"It's called..."

Hagrid took two more deep breaths, but still didn't say anything.

But Harry could see that this tall, simple-minded giant had done his best.

“You can write it down.”

Hagrid shook his head: "No, I can't spell his name."

"Okay. I can tell you, his name is... Voldemort."

"Yes, that's his name."

"This villain is so powerful that he recruited a group of villains who had been hiding all along."

“That was a really dark time, Harry. You don’t want to know what happened back then.”

"This villain has gathered a group of dark mages, forming a force to be reckoned with."

"Back then, anyone who went against them was doomed."

"But eleven years ago, for some reason, he suddenly approached your parents, and his purpose was to get rid of you."

"So your parents chose to rebel, for the sake of their child."

"In that dark era, if a bad person wanted to kill someone, that person would have no way to survive. This is a common understanding among all magicians."

"No one could escape, but an unexpected thing happened: someone survived!"

Little Harry: "Me?"

"Yes, Harry, that's you."

"Voldemort, you want to kill me?"

"Why? Why me?"

Hagrid patted his beard but did not answer the question.

Instead, he looked at Harry's forehead.

“The scar on your head is extraordinary; it’s a scar that can only be left by a special spell.”

"Moreover, it's an extremely powerful curse."

Harry pressed on, "And Voldemort, what happened to him after that?"

Hagrid said, "He's dead. Some people say he's dead."

"Some people say he simply disappeared."

"But no matter what, it's all because of you, yes." (End of Chapter)