Chapter 37

Pocky wiped away its tears, screaming in a moved state.

Griphook outside the door was even more silent.

He shouldn't be here; perhaps he should be under the cart.

Suffer?

Kind?

Griphook clearly knew both of these words, so why did it always feel so disgusting hearing them come out of their mouths?

Even though the one person and one elf inside were talking in a way that moved heaven and earth, Griphook was not moved at all; it even wanted to laugh.

However, it held it in.

"Are you done? The cart is almost out of time!"

Griphook urged.

The urge to vomit was already filling its mind; if these two didn't finish soon, it was afraid it would just go in and drag them out.

It hoped that in its career, it would never hear the words "poor" and "kind" again.

For some reason, it had suddenly become allergic to these two words.

Darren followed Pocky's suggestion and withdrew ten thousand Galleons, thirty thousand silver Sickles, and some bronze Knuts from Gringotts.

He also spent one Galleon at Gringotts to buy a wallet enchanted with permanent space magic.

Only then, under Griphook's malicious gaze, did he drag Pocky—who was still exclaiming about how Little Master Darren knew how to live frugally—out of Gringotts.

Darren practically fled Gringotts with his face covered.

Thinking of the astonished looks many people in Gringotts had cast at him just now, Darren felt like he wanted to leave this planet.

He clearly wanted a good reputation, but watching Pocky spare no effort to introduce his kindness to everyone, he was so embarrassed he almost cried out.

He must have raised Pocky's favorability too high, leading Pocky to become a complete Potter-fanatic.

"Alright Pocky, we need to go buy a wand!"

Darren interrupted Pocky, who seemed about to proclaim his heroic deeds to another passerby.

"Very well, Little Master Darren!"

Pocky happily carried Darren's wallet and caught up with Darren's pace.

"Pocky is very happy to serve Little Master Darren!"

"K-know, I know."

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Founded in 382 BC.

It is the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

This shop is quite famous in Europe.

It is also a place that every protagonist in fan fiction must visit.

"Good afternoon."

A soft voice said.

Darren looked up and saw an old man standing in front of him.

He had a pair of silvery-white eyes.

The look in his eyes as he watched Darren seemed to be sparkling.

"Hello!" Darren responded politely.

"Oh, when Dumbledore told me that Harry Potter had a brother, I knew you would appear here."

Ollivander examined Darren's face carefully and continued in a voice nostalgic for the past:

"Your hair and eyes are almost exactly like your mother's, but your mouth shape is like your father's; his smile was always so handsome.

Everything is just like yesterday... I am too old and always like to reminisce about the past.

Child, no one is as curious as you to listen to my rambling; they always think I'm a bit crazy."

Ollivander sighed softly.

Darren blinked "innocently" and grinned, "I don't think you're crazy; I really like listening to you talk about these things."

Because he could pad another chapter.

Ollivander shook his head.

"Your mother chose a ten-and-a-quarter-inch willow wand, a good helper for casting magic.

Your father chose an eleven-inch mahogany wand, the best choice for Transfiguration.

Of course, I say they chose the wand, but in reality, the wand chooses the wizard; here, you will find the wand that belongs to you..."

Ollivander stopped, his gaze turning to Pocky, who was waiting behind Darren.