The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts

Diagon Alley, a cobbled street.

Snape glanced at Ollivander on the south side of Diagon Alley and said in a tone that did not allow for criticism:

"You should go to Ollivanders now and choose a wand."

Ash, who was carrying large and small bags, rolled his eyes. From a distance, they should go to a stationery store or drugstore now to buy the stationery needed on the list and the necessities needed for potions class.

Snape's decision to go to Ollivander's by name was obviously related to Harry, who had just walked into Ollivander's under the leadership of Hagrid.

He had not planned to have frequent contact with Harley, which might have aroused Dumbledore's vigilance. Too deliberate contact can easily break the character established by Ash. But if Snape took the initiative, it would be reasonable for Ash, who had no money, to passively accept it.

Ash did not move immediately, but waited for Snape to lower his head impatiently when he received no reply, and then asked aloud:

"When is Harley's birthday?"

Snape said eloquently:

"July 31, 1980."

Snape frowned: "Why do you ask?"

Ash pretended to be thoughtful and asked after thinking for two seconds:

"I think you should buy her a belated birthday present. What do you think of an owl?"

"..."

Snape fell silent, glanced at Ollivander not far away, then turned and walked towards the Eela Owl Shop on the north side.

It is said to be an owl store, but actually a pet store is more appropriate.

Because there are not only owls here, but also toads, cats, snakes, and even mice. But the most numerous ones are owls, including grass owls, screech owls, gray forest owls, brown owls... Not only are they the most numerous, they are also the most diverse.

At this time, Ash was standing in front of one of the cages containing an owl.

Inside is a beautiful snowy owl, which contrasts sharply with the gray owls around it. He flapped his wings rustlingly and looked at Ash with his jewel-like shining eyes.

"What do you think of this one?" Ash asked.

"very good."

Snape nodded slightly in approval, thought for a moment and then said:

"You can buy yourself one too."

"Next time."

Ash picked up the cage containing the snowy owl and said:

"Harry should have picked out the wand. This is their last stop. Maybe they will leave after buying the wand. Besides, I would rather find a magical creature as a pet than an owl."

After hearing this, Snape stopped mentioning the matter of helping Ash buy a pet. After paying the money at the front desk, Snape quickly rushed to Ollivanders with Ash.

Ollivander's is a small and shabby store on the south side of Diagon Alley. The gold sign on the door has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivander's: Well-made since 382 BC. magic wand.

In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion. The shop is very small, with nothing else but a bench. Thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes containing wands were stacked to the ceiling in the small shop. The shop seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time and there was dust everywhere.

And just as Ash expected, when they arrived at Ollivander, Harry had already picked out his wand and paid Mr. Ollivander seven gold galleons.

Ash pushed the door open and said hello with a smile:

"Harley."

"Ash." Harley turned around in surprise, and then saw Ash hand over the cage in his hand.

"Owl? Did you buy this?"

Harley blinked and lowered her head curiously to look at what was in the cage - it was a beautiful owl with snow-white feathers, sleeping soundly with its head buried under its wings.

Ash smiled gently:

"This is a gift, a belated birthday present from Professor Snape."

"Professor Snape..." Harry looked at the hook-nosed man behind Ash and whispered:

"Thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape looked a little moved and wanted to say, 'I'm sorry for not being able to attend your birthday party, Harry, your mother would be proud of you,' but he felt that it was inappropriate and he shouldn't have said that. Finally, Snape pondered for a long time and said softly:

"It should."

Harley took the cage from Ash and asked expectantly:

"So, where's Ash's gift?"

"ah?"

Ash was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he was also involved.

Harley saw that Ash didn't seem to want to give her a gift, and she felt a little disappointed. She forced a smile and said:

"It's okay, I..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Ash groping for a while, then finding a fiery red feather from somewhere and handing it to Harley.

"Eh?" Harley blinked, took it curiously, and asked:

"What's this?"

"This is the feather of the phoenix."

Ash explained, and then added with some reluctance:

"I only have this one."

"Then..." Harley subconsciously wanted to return it.

"Keep it."

Ash saw the girl's kind thoughts and said with a smile:

"This must be worth more than that snowy owl!"

Snape glanced at Ash, but he couldn't say anything in front of Harry.

This snowy owl cost him 40 galleons, equivalent to half a month's salary of an ordinary wizard. The price was definitely not cheap. But compared with the phoenix feathers, this is really nothing.

"Thank you, Ash."

Harley held the feather in her hand and whispered.

An old man stood in front of them. His big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop, and he exclaimed:

"The feathers of a phoenix are worth at least 500 gold galleons, or even more, because only Dumbledore in the entire wizarding world owns a phoenix!"

"500 gold galleons?" Harry asked in surprise:

"But my wand is only 7 galleons."

According to Mr. Ollivander's introduction, her wand is also made of phoenix feathers. Why is it so cheap?

Ash smiled and said:

"That's because the Ollivander family has never been for profit. If the wand is priced at 50 gold galleons or more, a large number of wizards will not be able to afford it."

"In addition, the Ollivander family has always been the best wand maker in the world. Many foreigners come to London specifically just to buy a wand made by Ollivander."

"Is that so?" Harley was in awe.

A store that has lasted for more than two thousand years is surprising, and a store that has been doing charity for more than two thousand years is even more respectable.

Ash looked at the old gentleman, considered it and said:

"In fact, Mr. Ollivander, one of my...well, someone in my family once customized a wand to Ollivander's store. That was more than a hundred years ago. The store manager at the time It's Mr. Gelbold, do you remember?"

"Oh, yes, yes, of course I remember!"

Mr. Ollivander's eyes suddenly brightened, and he immediately moved a ladder and climbed up.