Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Tiffany shook her head slowly: "Harley, you shouldn't be doing interviews."

Don't they know who that woman is?

A clown who seeks to attract attention, she is good at collecting gossip and compiling it to attribute it to celebrities - she relies on these eye-catching things to earn enough royalties.

"I answered, and the answer was very..."

cautious?

"It's useless, Harry." Tiffany glanced at Doyne. The two mixed-blood ladies exchanged glances, and the short wizard had already begun to think about how to prevent Harry from seeing the dirty words in the newspaper.

"it's useless."

Tiffany sighed: "If she would write it truthfully, there wouldn't be so many weird gossips - Rita Skeeter is not an honest person. She will distort your words, add fuel to the fire, and process an "interview" with almost no truth in her philistine and dirty brain."

"There is no such thing as libel in the wizarding world." Nagini also understood this world. She reminded Harry, "Don't think about it, it's useless. This is how the wizarding world works."

How did the wizards treat the blood-cursed orcs?

You think no one is fighting?

it's useless.

Everyone only cares about the newspaper article "Blood Curse Orc Died After Eating Three Large Metal Boxes", but as for why she "voluntarily" ate something that even a three-year-old child knew was not allowed to eat...

No one cares.

It's entertainment.

Halle began to feel uneasy. She remembered what she had said in the interview: not only did she mention Grandpa Miles, but she also mentioned...

sister.

The fist, which was as big as the mouth of a thin teacup, suddenly clenched, revealing purple blood vessels.

elder sister…

"Don't accept interviews casually in the future, especially hers." Tiffany warned: "Rita Skeeter often slanders us half-bloods in newspapers, calling us 'animals like humans'. The last time you sent a letter that caused the magic law to be amended, she also said in the newspaper..."

"Cough cough."

Duo Yin grunted twice and interrupted Tiffany.

"Let's talk about something else."

She had noticed that little Harry's face was getting paler.

"Just one meal is too little. Let's go buy something for Harry - how about a wand?" Doin suggested, waving her hand to pull the little guy's twisted thoughts back: "Hey! You can't cast spells yet, right?"

Actually Harley would.

Ms. Bast's magic - if we talk about the wizards' spells... she hasn't tried it yet.

"Go buy it! We'll take you there!" Duo Yin jumped onto the table eagerly and used her toes to move Zales's large wine glass away: "You will definitely be a very talented little wizard!"

Don't be too sure.

"She can't be a Squib—and even if she is, she's a Squib hero!"

Manny chuckled and turned to explain to Mori Yuesha and the others: "You should understand what a squib means, right? A cannon without ammunition, a wizard who can't cast a spell. Their status in the wizarding world is very embarrassing."

This is no longer a question of pure-blood or mixed-blood.

"Some Squibs have a loving family but still find life in the wizarding world difficult. Others don't."

This needs to be considered from many aspects.

"Don't worry, Harry Potter."

Manny's thin, red lips curled into a smile: "Just like Doin said. If you are, you will have a group of loyal guardians."

The hero who brings them light doesn't have to be able to cast spells.

They were the spells that roared from the tip of her staff.

"Oh, this is so touching... Nagini, give me some paper, I want to cry."

Nagini pouted.

Harry Potter, meeting my Lord is the luckiest thing that ever happened to you in your life.

"Wow, this is so touching... Nagini, my makeup didn't look smudged, did it?"

"Master..."

"Wow...you guys love Harley so much..."

"Wow... I love Nagini too..."

"Woooo..."

Everyone at the table was stunned.

After a while, the girl rubbed her eyes and looked up.

Seeing her face, Tiffany pursed her lips tightly: "…mixed blood… turned out to be mixed with a raccoon…"

puff.

Hahahahahaha!

…………

……

"I'm almost sick of you."

Mori Yuesha pouted: "You lied to me again."

"You didn't wait for my answer, Master." Nagini smiled: "I told you not to rub it too hard."

whispering sound.

I told you before not to rub it too hard, but you still did it that way.

Nagini: ...

The most terrifying thing is that Harley also asked out of curiosity: "Before? What hard rubbing? Who?"

Emm…How should Nagini respond to this?

Mori Yuesha, you are truly my enemy.

"That's right, dough. Don't ask Harry, have you decided what kind of wand you want?" The maid changed the subject to avoid further questioning - she had already seen Tiffany's teasing look!

Why do I always get humiliated...!

You stinky veela, take your eyes away from Mori Yuesha and dig out your eyeballs!

"If you're shameless enough, it'll be A-Sha who gets humiliated. Can you?"

Nagini is dejected...

I can not.

I eat.

"Wand? Tiffany said: the wand chooses the wizard. Isn't it?"

This is correct, but no one can explain why it is correct.

It has been like this since long ago.

"The wand chooses its master." Tiffany winked at the furious Nagini playfully, and her eyes swept over the special features of Mori Yuesha, and finally stopped at little Harley who was looking up. After they finished eating, they were walking towards another destination.

Sure enough, it was still a small and shabby storefront.

The gold inlaid characters on the door had peeled off over time and were now dirty.

"Olivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC."

Inside the dusty, blurry glass was an ungainly wand—or, if you must call it, a branch.

Tiffany led Harry closer: "This is the only place that sells magic wands, at least the only one here." The young woman half squatted and looked at Harry: "Choose one that suits you. They will resonate with your heart." Tiffany placed her slender hand on Harry's chest, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

"The wand is the manifestation of the mind."

"Mr. Garrick will tell you everything you want to know. Harry, are you ready to become a real wizard?"

Zales stood behind with Doin sitting on his shoulders.

Manny followed on the other side of Mori Yuesha.

Several people looked at Harry Potter.

This child is finally going to enter the wizarding world - ceremony.

A ritual.

When a young wizard has his first wand, he can call himself a wizard.

"Go ahead, we'll join you, Harley."

The little quail took her sister's hand and pushed open the door.

Chapter 104 Ollivander

When Harry pushed open the door, a bell jingled overhead. The shop was small, very small. There was almost nothing in it except a long bench.

"We're right outside the door."

Tiffany whispered to Harley, covering her mouth.

Almost visible dust particles in the sky? No, it was an inexplicable sense of solemnity.

This seemed like the place where Grandpa Miles worked - the huge library there, where she had the honor of going once with Mori Yuesa. Every brother and sister stayed quietly in front of the bookshelf or in their seats, holding a book, wearing headphones, and tapping on the computer.

She really liked the atmosphere.

Except for the fact that her sister had slipped a colored book with The Handsome Duke and the Dirty Stableman written on the cover into the bookshelf marked with entries on Shakespeare.

It's like a small, old-fashioned library.

At this moment, many fantasies popped up in Harry's mind. The creaking sound of small leather shoes on the floor could be heard from far away. The thin boxes stacked from the floor to the ceiling must have numbered thousands.

This place has a more magical atmosphere than any other shop in Diagon Alley.

"In a little while, I'll have to close the shop."

A steady voice.

A little old.

Harley looked up: an old man. An old man was coming out from under the shelf behind the counter, dusting off his robes: "I missed you guys - oh..."

"Oh My God…"

He looked a bit like an older Franz Liszt, with shorter, messier hair; the age-related wrinkles on his face blurred in the semi-darkness, giving him the look of an oil painting.

He was better dressed than anyone else in the shop, in a tan tweed jacket and a bow tie - or rather, he seemed more like the brain of a symphony orchestra, a conductor who hated noise, was extremely talented but a little crazy.

The messy white hair slightly dissolved the rigidity and seriousness on his face.

He was surprised now.

"Who do I see...Merlin..."

"It can't be Merlin himself." Mori Yuesha pushed the girl who was a little nervous next to her forward: "Let's buy a wand."

"Yes... yes... I knew it, I knew it..." The old man muttered mysteriously, walking back and forth at the counter: "I knew you were earlier than I expected, Harry."

He turned his head. "Harry Potter."

The little girl knew this would be the result.

She is completely used to it now.

"You have eyes just like your mother's. It seems like only yesterday that she took a wand from me, ten and a quarter inches long, made of willow."

Mori Yuesha whispered to Harley, "That's what happens when you get old, you become talkative."

The room was quiet.