Brief Parting

"The core of the wand has a kind of vast and pure aura... but I don't remember which dragon would produce such an effect." Just as Li Mu was lost in thought, Ollivander continued to murmur, "Moreover, the opposing forces of good and evil cancel each other out, causing the entire wand's magic to be nullified. I've always considered this my most failed creation... Why?"

Clearly, what happened today gave this wand-making master enough of a shock.

"Why? What exactly is this so-called Dragon Whisker?"

"Maybe... it's a Celestial Dynasty dragon... generally, we call them Immortal Dragons or Divine Dragons, and even in the Celestial Dynasty, they are hard to see." Seeing the old man's almost obsessive state, Li Mu felt a little pity, so he tried to explain, "Horns like a deer, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, palms like a tiger... able to become large or small, able to ascend or hide, flying through the sky and diving into the earth, summoning wind and rain, their abilities are even stronger than the dragons you speak of."

He had heard Li Jianmin mention that the Divine Dragons worshiped by the Celestial Dynasty people were real, and now there were only a few left in the Celestial Dynasty, with two of them fortunately living in the Shushan Forbidden Ground. But that was, after all, a forbidden area, and Li Mu had never set foot inside, so he couldn't clearly see the specific appearance of those two dragons.

And the so-called Dragon Whisker... it seems that only Celestial Dynasty Divine Dragons grow whiskers from their mouths, right? Western fire-breathing dragons look more like lizards and don't have whiskers at all. Western wizards basically use dragon heartstrings to make wand cores, which are said to be very powerful. But this kills the dragon, so they are rare.

Unfortunately, Li Mu wasn't sure about this guess. Because Li Jianmin had also said that the whiskers on the Divine Dragon's mouth grow slowly, taking at least a thousand years to grow two. Pulling a Dragon Whisker is a more egregious act of courting death than touching a tiger's butt.

Li Mu's explanation also left the other three stunned and somewhat dumbfounded.

Dragons that can transform and use magic? They found it hard to imagine such a scene. In Westerners' eyes, dragons are creatures unrelated to magic; their skin resists all magical elements, whether internal or external, which also prevents them from casting magic.

"Eastern Celestial Dynasty, is that so... it seems like a very good wand now..." Ollivander muttered to himself, somewhat absentmindedly, then suddenly his expression became a little fierce, his blue eyes widened, and his face became contorted, "Eastern, Eastern..."

He threw the white wand to Li Mu, his face darkened, and he didn't want to pay attention to Li Mu and the others anymore, turning around and walking straight into the dark depths of the shop.

The three of them looked at each other, Harry pursing his lips and not daring to speak, Li Mu holding the white wand, at a loss, and even the burly Hagrid was stunned there.

Is he angry or what... what's going on?

"Mr. Ollivander?" Finally, Li Mu reacted quickly, raising his neck and shouting into the house, "There are still people here who want to choose a wand?!"

He was a little anxious. He was determined to come to Hogwarts, of course, with the intention of changing "history"—but the "history" he was changing shouldn't include getting rid of Harry Potter's wand, right?!

Ollivander's voice came from the dark inner room: "Pick one from the fifteen boxes in the second row. One wand is 7 Galleons, just put it on the counter."

The voice sounded still cold and sulky.

The three of them looked at each other again. Finally, Li Mu shrugged, mustered his courage, walked to the row of shelves, found more than a dozen boxes as Ollivander said, and opened them one by one.

"Since Mr. Ollivander said so... Harry, come on."

This time, Ollivander's judgment was accurate. Harry chose one by one, and when he got to the fifth box, he finally released a string of golden-red fireworks from the tip of the wand, looking like fireworks.

Almost in an instant, Ollivander's tsk tsk admiring voice sounded from the darkness of the inner room: "Eleven inches, a combination of holly and phoenix feather... truly rare, and very dramatic."

It seems that a little emotional fluctuation can't change his talkative attribute. Or perhaps, what was happening in front of him was so surprising that Ollivander had slightly emerged from the small sense of frustration and annoyance he had just felt.

He continued, "It's too coincidental, the tail feather of this wand and the one that hurt you came from the same phoenix, only that one! I think we have reason to expect you to do earth-shattering things in the future, after all, that person used that wand to do many things, terrible, but indeed great things!"

Hagrid's face changed, and Li Mu also smiled; they both understood who "that person" in Ollivander's mouth was.

Harry Potter still picked the wand that was destined for him, the exact same wand as Voldemort.

Next, Ollivander didn't speak again. The three of them put the Galleons for buying the wand on the counter and silently retreated from the shop. By this time, they realized that it was already dusk outside, with dark clouds rolling at the top of the sky, only a few stars and moon shining through the gaps in the clouds.

"Well, I have to go back to my hotel." Li Mu picked up his already heavy suitcase. Before coming today, there was only a letter and a few books in this suitcase, but now it was filled with everything a freshman needed... if he hadn't been working hard to exercise since he was a child, he might not have been able to lift it.

They followed the original route through Diagon Alley, passing the Leaky Cauldron, which was now only staffed by the bartender. Hagrid took them both to a passenger station and bought them return tickets.

"By the way, Hagrid, where is that Platform 9 3/4? I remember King's Cross Station doesn't have this platform, right? You must know, right?" Li Mu suddenly remembered this strange name; he was actually asking for Harry.

Now that he's here, "history" has changed more or less, perhaps Harry Potter will no longer happen to meet the Weasley family.

Sure enough, Harry immediately fixed his eyes on Hagrid. He had, of course, received his Hogwarts acceptance letter, as well as his express train ticket to Hogwarts.

"You'll understand that platform once you go to King's Cross Station," Hagrid said to Li Mu and Harry with a smile. "It's a very easy place to find."

"Then, Harry, Hagrid, see you on September 1st at King's Road," Li Mu shrugged, secretly complaining about the point of keeping things mysterious at this time... But thinking that at worst he could just wait for Harry on September 1st, he waved goodbye to the two of them.

Harry also waved in the same way: "Okay, see you on September 1st."

Hagrid gave Li Mu another sunny smile, his teeth really needed brushing... He said in a gruff voice, "I won't be taking the train, I'll see you at Hogwarts."

So, under the gaze of the four eyes of the two people, Li Mu got into his own car and drove towards the temporary hotel.

(End of chapter)