Chapter 7: Ollivander's Prophecy

After buying textbooks, Haige insisted on giving Harry a birthday gift, so Harry picked a white owl and named her Hedwig.

Then, Haige took him to the last stop of the journey, Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Ollivander was a spirited old man, and his memory was very good, accurately stating the wands used by Harry's parents.

However, the styles they liked were not suitable for Harry. Finally, Harry got a wand made of holly with a phoenix feather core, which surprised Ollivander very much.

"Oh, I remember, this wand has a brother, they use the tail feather of the same phoenix." The old man looked at him with deep eyes, "It is that person's wand, perhaps this is fate..."

"When the moment is about to arrive, I hope you can come again." Ollivander said something nonsensical.

"Uh, okay." Harry didn't understand what he was talking about at all, but the god-like old man was also very consistent with the image of the Wizarding World. He first agreed, then deliberated on his language.

"The brother wand you mentioned, could it be the one You-Know-Who once used?"

"That's right, yew and phoenix tail feather, I'm very sorry, the wand I sold hurt you." Ollivander said with a trace of apology, "Between two wands with the same core, perhaps some incredible phenomena will occur. Before... people from the Department of Mysteries came to find me, I think I must tell you, when that moment arrives, we need your help."

"That moment? What exactly do you mean?"

"No need to rush to get to the bottom of it, child." Ollivander's originally serious expression disappeared, and a smile reappeared on his face, "This is a prophecy, you will know when the time comes."

Harry had never liked such a statement, but since Ollivander was unwilling to say, he didn't make a futile inquiry, but asked sideways: "By the way, you just mentioned the Department of Mysteries, is it an agency responsible for prophecy?"

"It has a little bit to do with it." Ollivander seemed to have some secrets he was unwilling to tell Harry, he hesitated: "It's too early to tell you too much content, but one point can be told to you, in the entire Ministry of Magic, only the Department of Mysteries firmly stands on your side."

Harry thought to himself, if the Wizarding World is managed by the Ministry of Magic, then old Ollivander seems to have a lot of connections, which is also understandable, after all, he is the only one selling wands on the whole street. It's just, why did he say "stands on my side," could it be that there are still people in the Ministry of Magic standing on You-Know-Who's side?

Thinking about these things made Harry feel a bit heavy, especially since he didn't know much about the entire Wizarding World yet. Fortunately, Haige interrupted Ollivander in time, he patted Harry on the shoulder and said: "It's fine, child. You-Know-Who has already fallen, and, we still have Deng Buliduo!"

"Yes, there is still Deng Buliduo." Ollivander also smiled, but Harry felt that the smile was somewhat forced, "I'm very sorry for saying serious things to you, perhaps that moment will not arrive, you go buy other things quickly."

Although there was nothing else to buy, Haige still couldn't wait to pull Harry out of the wand shop.

"Harry, don't take the prophecy too seriously, look at your frowning face, I'll send you back." Haige said while taking out an envelope, "This is the ticket for you to go to Hogwarts, September 1st, King's Cross Station, it's all written on it."

"Okay, Haige." Harry agreed, "I have to thank you, this is my most unique birthday. By the way, you also come to attend the dinner party at Tang Dun."

"That won't be necessary." Haige took out a small cloth bag and shook it, "I still have to send this little thing to Deng Buliduo's hands quickly."

Harry looked at the small cloth bag the size of a fist, thinking to himself, if this thing is really important, then staying in Haige's hands for too long seems to be quite worrying.

"That's fine, Haige." He said, "Carson should have already moved your motorcycle to the garage."

When they returned to Tang Dun, Harry was a bit reluctant to part with Haige, this was the only friend he knew in the Wizarding World. He sent Haige to the garage, watching him sit on the motorcycle and slowly take off.

Only then did he understand why Haige appeared on the third-floor balcony the first time.

After seeing off the magical flying motorcycle, Harry prepared to return to the banquet hall. Just then, he noticed a brand-new dark green car parked at the front of the garage, and curiously stepped forward to take a few more looks.

"Young Master Harry." Housekeeper Carson appeared beside him at some point, "This is the birthday gift from the Master to you, a Bentley Turbo R, you can try to drive it on the lawn, of course, there must be a driver accompanying you."

"Wow." Harry thought of the flying broom sold in Diagon Alley, and his enthusiasm for the car decreased a lot.

"Okay, I will call Grandpa later to thank him properly. However, Hogwarts is a boarding school, I might not be able to use it for a period of time."

That night, Eve was very curious to ask Harry about everything in the Wizarding World, and Harry answered her one by one with great interest. The dinner was very rich, and the whole manor was filled with a happy atmosphere.

It was just that, when Harry lay on the bed, he thought of his birthday in the third grade for no reason. That was the first time someone was willing to celebrate his birthday, and it was also the last time he saw his first friend in his life.

The Wizarding World was a mysterious and beautiful place, but You-Know-Who was not so beautiful. Harry thought of Jacob, thought of his aunt and uncle, and began to fantasize about his parents he had never met. And from Ollivander's words, he vaguely realized that from the moment he stepped into the Wizarding World, a huge vortex had shrouded him.

The so-called "that moment" might be the moment when the legendary Deng Buliduo no longer had the ability to suppress You-Know-Who. After all, he heard that Deng Buliduo was already old, and You-Know-Who might still be in his prime. By then, Harry Potter would stand on the front line against You-Know-Who, fighting head-on with this terrifying demon king who had killed his parents, aunt, and perhaps friends one after another.

In the wild thoughts about fate, the young savior gradually entered a dream. In the dream, he still lived at his aunt's house, and upon learning of the existence of the magic world, his heart was full of the joy of escape. Little did he know, when the Dursleys were willing to pick up the young Harry Potter, they were as great as the parents who stood in front of You-Know-Who that night.

In the remaining month, Harry curiously browsed his textbooks, while Eve continued to learn vocal music and dance with Teacher Maria. During this period, Sir Crawley called several times, saying that the procedures in Italy were much more complicated than he imagined, and perhaps it would be difficult to come to send Harry to school.

Regarding the Wizarding World, Sir Crawley didn't feel surprised, he seemed to have made psychological preparations early on. After hesitating for a period of time, Harry told him about You-Know-Who, and the warning from Ollivander, this "semi-official person." Regarding this, Sir Crawley suggested Harry not to be too worried, and indicated that he would try to strengthen Tang Dun's defense, and could also "find a few wizard friends to provide help" when necessary.

Judging from the fact that there was a bird feeder by the mailbox, perhaps Sir Crawley was not completely ignorant of the Wizarding World.

Finally, the September 1st Harry looked forward to arrived. The driver drove his new car, sent Harry to King's Cross Station, and helped him organize his luggage properly.

Harry declined the driver's proposal to send him to the train, because he felt that the Wizarding World's affairs were his own affairs. Moreover, the nine and three-quarters station printed on the ticket might not be open to Muggles.

Just when he was standing between platforms nine and ten, thinking about whether the three-quarters station needed to knock on which brick on which wall like Diagon Alley, Harry heard a noisy sound of talking.

It was a fat woman. She was talking to four little boys with flame-red hair. Each of the boys was pushing a box, and they all had an owl.

Perhaps these were also Hogwarts freshmen, after all, normal people wouldn't specifically bring an owl on the train. Harry thought, I can follow them.

"Nine and three-quarters!" The red-haired girl said sharply, "Mom, can I go..."

"You are not old enough. Jin Ni, be obedient, be quiet. Come, Percy, you go first."

One of the older children walked toward platforms nine and ten with big strides. Harry stared with wide eyes, fearing that he would miss a good show if he blinked. Just when the boy happened to walk to the dividing line between the two platforms, a large group of tourists suddenly appeared in front of him. When the tourists passed by, the boy had already disappeared.

"Fred, you follow." The fat woman said.

The boy set off, his twin brother urged him to hurry from behind, and he was indeed very fast, disappearing in an instant, and then the third child walked toward the ticket gate briskly, and when he arrived, he suddenly disappeared. Harry still didn't see clearly.

Finally, only her youngest son remained. The child was tall, thin, and weak, with freckles on his cheeks on both sides of his long nose, and his palms and soles were very thick. He looked a bit nervous.

"Don't worry, just walk straight over, if you feel nervous, it's best to run over. Okay, go quickly."

Under his mother's encouragement, the youngest child pushed the cart and walked slowly. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then closed his eyes and began to accelerate.

Harry heard his mother's words very clearly, also aimed at the direction the child was moving, which was the third of the four ticket gates, and also roughly understood what nine and three-quarters meant.

He also followed suit and rushed toward that ticket gate pushing the cart. An inexplicable courage surged into Harry's heart, his intuition once again violated his reason, he believed for no reason that he wouldn't hit the ticket gate, and believed that he could do it.

When rushing through the ticket gate, Harry found that the scene in front of him changed instantly, no longer the short ticket box, but a red-haired boy standing in place in a daze.

Harry, who couldn't brake the car, accidentally hit him. ===== CHAPTER 8 =====