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Harry thinks Floo powder is truly a magical thing!
Professor McGonagall first asked Harry, Ron, and Neville to pronounce the Diagon Alley clearly. After ensuring there were no stutters or mistakes, she allowed them to enter the fireplace.
In a flash of fire, Harry appeared in another fireplace.
It was a long room with fireplaces on both walls.
Harry was still stunned when, suddenly, a burst of fire shot out of the fireplace in front of him, and then Ron appeared from it.
"Harry, why are you still standing there?" Ron looked at Harry, still frustrated, laughed, and then crawled out of the fireplace. He thought it was amazing that he could go to Diagon Alley while still at school, and that Professor McGonagall, who was usually the hardest to talk to, had brought them.
Harry also rushed out of the fireplace, but before he could completely exit, Neville had already appeared in another fireplace. Then, Professor McGonagall was the last to emerge.
Seeing that the three of them were there, Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction and led them to Ollivanders' Wand Shop.
The long house seemed to be used as a passage point to Diagon Alley. In no time, three or four wizards had entered and exited.
Professor McGonagall was walking through the streets of Diagon Alley with her three young students. The streets were a little less crowded than the last time Harry had been there, mainly because there weren't as many young wizards around.
Harry guessed this was because all the students were at school.
When people on the street saw them, they were obviously surprised, but without exception, they waved and greeted Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall only nodded slightly.
"She's so nice." Ron whispered to Harry and Neville, both of whom nodded. Apparently, in the wizarding world, Professor McGonagall was the type of person admired wherever she went.
If it were Dumbledore, the reaction would probably be bigger, Harry guessed.
A few minutes later, the four of them arrived at Ollivanders' Wand Shop.
Harry had been here before, but Ron and Neville, at least, seemed to have never been.
"Professor McGonagall? What a surprise…" The old Mr. Ollivander looked visibly stunned when he saw Professor McGonagall. "It's been a long time since we last met. I still remember… nine and a half inches, pine wood, dragon heartstring..."
"Well, Garrick, we all know you have an extraordinary memory. You remember every wand you've made and sold." Professor McGonagall interrupted Mr. Ollivander with a smile. "I have two guests for you today."
"Well, this must be Mr. Ron Weasley?" Mr. Ollivander said, looking at Ron.
"Hello, sir." Ron suppressed his excitement and nodded.
"Hello." Ollivander then turned his gaze back to Neville, looking him up and down. "Black hair…" His eyes dropped to Neville's wand. "Could this be Mr. Longbottom?"
"Hello, I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom." Neville nodded obediently.
"Hello, boy." Ollivander nodded and then looked at Harry. "Hello, Mr. Potter, do you use your wand often?" As he spoke, he saw the wand in Harry's hand and furrowed his brow slightly, but it was brief.
"Your friend, perhaps, needs some maintenance."
Harry smiled awkwardly. "Hello, Mr. Ollivander. The wand is very useful."
His wand had never received maintenance since it had come into his possession.
Ollivander nodded and then returned his attention to Neville and Ron. First, he took a measuring tape from his pocket, measured the length of their arms, murmured something softly, and then asked, "Who's going first?"
"Neville," Ron said. After learning that Neville's parents were living in St. Mungo's Hospital after fighting a dark wizard, Ron had developed more respect for Neville's parents, which extended to Neville himself.
"Okay, Mr. Longbottom, try this one first…"
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Neville's wand adjustment went very well, and Mr. Ollivander found a second wand that fit almost perfectly.
Neville easily cast the Shield Charm, which had never worked for him before, his face flushed with excitement.
"Very good, then, Mr. Weasley?" Ollivander was obviously very pleased that another wand he had made had found a suitable owner, and his eyes turned back to Ron.
Ron nodded repeatedly and stepped forward.
He had heard his brothers talk about the process of choosing a wand, but he was the only one among the children in his family who had never gone through it.
Mr. Ollivander first handed him a slightly curved wand: "Willow wood, dragon heartstring, this is a very suitable wand for casting spells..."
Ron took the wand, but before he could wave it, Ollivander took it back. "No, no, no, this won't do. I misjudged the direction… Let's try this one instead, Sandalwood, unicorn hair..."
Ron took it, waved it a little, and successfully cast a Lumos spell.
"It seems fine, but..." Mr. Ollivander frowned, "It's not quite right." He grabbed another wand and said, "Try this one, mahogany, dragon heartstring..."
Ron took it and tried again, but still cast the spell faintly. Mr. Ollivander shook his head. "It seems fine, but still not good enough."
Ron had tried forty-seven wands in total, effortlessly casting spells each time. Fortunately, there were no other customers that day.
But Mr. Ollivander's eyebrows deepened with each failed attempt. He looked at Ron and said, surprised, "A very special Mr. Weasley. He can use every wand, but it seems something is missing."
"This seems to be a sign of very good magical compatibility," said Professor McGonagall, who had been silent until then. "Garrick, I'm not very knowledgeable about wand learning, but this seems like a very good phenomenon?"
"Your knowledge is so vast, Professor McGonagall." Mr. Ollivander praised. "Yes, it's rare to have such a high degree of magical compatibility at this moment. As long as it's a wand without an owner, Mr. Ron Weasley can control it with ease."
Mr. Ollivander nodded, then hesitated. "Maybe this one?"
Mr. Ollivander went to the back of the shop, this time taking a little longer. He grabbed an old box and said, "Perhaps I should've thought of this a long time ago. At least I should've thought of it the twentieth time..."
As he said this, he opened the box.
A very beautiful, golden-brown wand with golden spiral patterns on the surface: "This one is very special. My American colleague suggested it, so I tried it. The heartwood is acacia, paired with Thunderbird feathers. It's a very special combination..."
Ron took the wand, and his expression changed immediately.
At that moment, he suddenly understood what Mr. Ollivander had meant: the wand chooses the wizard. The instant the wand came into his hands, he felt as though it were part of his body.
Harry looked at Ron's expression and immediately knew that Ron had found his wand. He felt that wonderful sensation when he first received his holly wand.
"It's incredible, it really is this one," Mr. Ollivander also seemed amazed.
"The acacia is very clever. If it's not its proper owner, it'll offer obvious resistance. But it's very picky about its owner, and it's hard to find a suitable one. Along with the equally picky Thunderbird feathers, I once thought I'd never find a suitable owner. I really didn't expect Mr. Weasley, who's the least picky about wands, to be the best match for this wand, which can be considered the most demanding."
Harry and the others were stunned by what they heard.
"Thunderbird? So, this must be a wand suitable for Transfiguration and derived spells?" Professor McGonagall said, surprised.
"Yes, yes, Professor McGonagall, you're an expert in this area. This is indeed a wand suited for Transfiguration. However, if it's soul magic or Dark Magic, it may be a bit obscure."
"It's a very beautiful wand." Professor McGonagall nodded with a smile and looked at Ron strangely.
Ron's performance in Transfiguration class had been terrible, but unexpectedly, he had received a wand that was extremely well-suited for Transfiguration.
"Yes, yes, sixteen galleons." Ollivander looked at Ron and Neville. He didn't look at Professor McGonagall. There was no precedent for a teacher buying things for students, of course, this was because Mr. Ollivander didn't know that Professor McGonagall had bought Harry a Nimbus for two thousand galleons.
"Here, here." Harry quickly grabbed a handful of gold galleons before Ron and Neville could seem embarrassed.
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Ron and Neville waved their wands, and Harry silently activated his magical senses. Sure enough, both of them cast their spells very smoothly, without any delay in their wands.
It seemed that the previous problems they had with magic had actually been caused by their wands.
By the way, Harry also looked at Professor McGonagall.
Then, Harry became depressed for several days. When Ron and the others asked, Harry didn't know how to respond.
Because he saw that, although the golden magical flame around Professor McGonagall was very large, over ten meters high, the projection of her soul was also as tall as her body and was condensed like a substance, similar to Professor Flitwick.
But it seemed, smaller than Snape's, much smaller.
Harry clearly remembered how big the black magical flame around Snape had been in the crowd on the Quidditch pitch that day. Much taller than Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall, is she not as good as that Snape?
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