How Fickle Fate Is
"Who are you here with?" Sirius looked at the two kids behind Murphy, slightly puzzled.
"Oh, I'm a professor at Hogwarts now, and these two are Hermione Granger and Lucas Brightson. Just like Harry, they're both first-years this year, and I'm here to bring Lucas to buy a wand."
"Lucas Tom Brightson." Tom took the initiative to walk up to Harry and held out a hand. "You can call me Tom."
"Nice to meet you, Tom." Although Harry thought it was a bit strange for the other boy to ask him to use his middle name, he didn't dwell on it too much, and he also reached out a hand. "My name is Harry Potter, you can call me Harry."
"Nice to meet you, Harry."
The two boys' hands grasped each other, and suddenly a tingling, electric-shock-like sensation shot from their fingertips, startling them both.
"Ouch." Harry pulled his hand back. "Sorry, it must be static electricity on me."
"It's fine," Tom said.
He felt a bit puzzled. This boy looked a little goofy. Would they become friends?
At that moment, Ollivander turned out from the back, and upon seeing so many people, looked slightly confused. "Are you here to buy wands?"
"Yes."
Tom and Harry said simultaneously.
"Ah, two young wizards, both first-years, eh?" Ollivander looked at the two of them. "Then who's going first?"
"You go first. You got here first," Harry took the initiative to say. He had always been a very polite boy.
Tom gave him an encouraging look. For a lackey, he was quite observant.
Lackey?
Did I used to have a lackey?
Harry received Tom's look, sensed the goodwill, and returned a smile.
Putting aside what the two of them were thinking, Ollivander began handing wands to Tom for testing.