Chapter 5 If the Owl Doesn't Come, I'll Send a Howler to Dumbledore

Chapter 5 If the owl doesn't come, I will send a Howler to Dumbledore

Time passes day by day, and July is getting closer and closer. Andy's originally lazy heart gradually becomes a little impetuous.

As long as he receives the admission letter from Hogwarts, Andy can have a wand of his own, learn and perform his first real magic.

So...

"When will that damn owl come?"

On the first day of July, Andy leaned on the windowsill with his chin on his hands, looking up at the blue sky, and couldn't help wanting to write a Howler to Dumbledore.

The students are on vacation, so the principal should not be very busy, right?

"Don't wait, Andy, maybe your name is not on the admission book at all."

A little girl stood behind Andy, eating pudding and gloatingly said: "Maybe you are a squib!"

"Eating can't stop your mouth."

Andy said unhappily, and then said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, Isa, you don't seem to have experienced a magic riot yet?"

Isabel: "..."

"Heh!"

Andy spread his hands and chuckled: "Speaking of which, I experienced a magic riot when I was six years old. Someone should worry about himself instead of worrying about me."

The little girl was a little autistic, and even the pudding in her hand didn't feel fragrant.

Humph! Still want to fight me?

After entering July, Andy's mood became more and more impatient, and even Kyle and Helen couldn't stand it.

"Don't worry, kid, the admission letter from Hogwarts usually arrives in late July." Kyle comforted him.

"Haven't you practiced spellcasting yourself? Since you're not a Squib, Hogwarts will definitely accept you." Helen also comforted him during dinner.

It's no use not talking about it. Andy has been a little distracted recently. If Kyle hadn't stopped him this morning, Andy's Howler would have been sent to Dumbledore's desk.

You're so awesome, why don't you send a Howler to Voldemort?

"I'm not worried about the admission letter, I just want to get my wand as soon as possible." Andy supported his right cheek, a little bit of tea and food.

Kyle pinched his chin and said, "If you really want to learn magic earlier, you can try with my wand."

"Really?" Andy stood up excitedly.

"Don't even think about it!"

Helen rolled her eyes at Kyle in annoyance, and said in a pointed tone, "It's good to make him anxious. This kid is usually too quiet, and it's rare to see him have emotional ups and downs."

Andy: "?"

"That's good." Kyle agreed.

On July 15th, the owl from Hogwarts finally flew to St. Catchpole Village and flew into Andy's bedroom through the window.

The owl flew around the bedroom, then landed steadily on the desk, raised its legs to signal Andy that he could take the letter, but its eyes were always on a small bag next to the desk - that was the biscuits that Andy had not finished eating last night.

"Ha! Good eyes."

Andy knew the rules of the owl, first gave it a few biscuits as a reward, and then took the letter down.

Seeing that the letter was the admission letter from Hogwarts, Andy hung the reply letter he had written long ago on the owl's legs, indicating that it should go back quickly after eating.

Tick-tick-tick!

Running all the way downstairs, Andy held the letter and said to Helen impatiently: "Mom, the admission letter has arrived, can we go buy a wand?"

Andy had already read the contents of the admission letter once, and only when he really received the letter could Andy feel how excited he was in his heart.

This is magic!

"I see, um... Kyle is at work, and Isa is alone at home with no one to take care of her. How about we wait until the weekend to go?" Helen's expression was a little malicious.

"We can take Isa with us..."

Before Andy finished speaking, Isabel crossed her arms and said firmly: "I don't want to go to Diagon Alley!"

? ? ?

Aren't you usually looking forward to going to Diagon Alley the most?

"We can send Isa to the Weasleys..."

Halfway through the words, Andy suddenly reacted, the mother and daughter teamed up to tease him.

"Stop making trouble, let's pack up and go!" Andy said unhappily.

"Hee, I haven't seen you making trouble like a child for a long time."

Helen shook her head with some regret, then took out the magic wand and pointed it at her body, and the original home clothes instantly turned into a set of blue wizard robes.

"I'm done, Isabel, go back and change your clothes, or I won't take you with me."

Isabel looked at Andy, who had already changed his clothes, and puffed her face and snorted, "You two are too cunning!"

...

After passing through the fireplace to Diagon Alley, Helen held Isabel's hand and said to Andy, "Leave the other things to me, and go buy your wand and clothes."

Helen has always been at ease with Andy.

"Got it, Mom."

Andy has been to Diagon Alley many times and is already familiar with it.

I was very excited the first time I came, and I was still interested in walking around the second and third times. But the more times I came, I found that there was actually nothing to visit here except that the magic was more magical.

The scope of Diagon Alley is not as large as the larger pedestrian streets in the Muggle world.

Olivander: Making excellent wands since 382 BC.

Andy pushed the door and walked in.

"Mr. Ollivander, I'm here to buy a wand."

The store was very small, with nothing but a counter and a bench. Thousands of long and narrow boxes filled the space.

Ollivander stretched out a head from behind a shelf, his light-colored eyes were bright and bright, "Good morning, Mr. Collins, it seems that you have finally reached the age of going to school."

"Yeah, yeah!" Andy looked proud.

Two years ago, Andy took his hard-earned pocket money and wanted to secretly buy a wand, but was rejected by this bad old man.

hateful!

"It's the right hand, right? Lift your arm." Ollivander obviously has a good memory.

Andy raised his right arm, and a tape measure flew up automatically, measuring Andy's entire body from top to bottom, inside and out.

"Every Ollivander's wand has super magical properties, that's the essence of it. We use different materials to make the wands, as if there are no two exactly the same wizards in the world, so each wand is unique. With different personalities.”

At this point, Ollivander's tone suddenly became more serious: "Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard."

"..."

Although Andy didn't comment on this, he didn't want to comment on other people's professional fields.

"Try this one, pine wood, phoenix tail feather core, thirteen and one-half inches."

Andy took the wand.

For a moment, Andy seemed to feel that he and the wand had become one, and he could even feel that the wand in his hand was conveying an emotion called 'excitement' to him.

Andy waved his wand.

The tip of the wand instantly bloomed with a brilliant light, and the originally dark room seemed to become much brighter.