As time passed and July got closer, Andy's originally calm heart gradually became a little restless.
As long as Andy receives the admission letter from Hogwarts, he can have a wand of his own and learn and perform his first real magic.
And so…
"When the hell is that damn owl going to come?"
On the first day of July, Andy leaned on the windowsill with his chin on his hands, looked up at the blue sky, and couldn't help wanting to write a letter to Dumbledore.
The students are on holiday, so the principal shouldn't be very busy, right?
"Don't wait, Andy. Maybe your name isn't even on the admission book."
A little girl stood behind Andy, eating pudding and gloatingly saying, "Maybe you are a Squib!"
"Eating can't stop your mouth."
Andy said something unhappily, and then said thoughtfully, "Come to think of it, Isa, you haven't experienced a magic riot yet, right?"
Isabel went silent "…"
"Oh!"
Andy spread his hands and chuckled, "Come to think of it, I experienced a magic riot when I was six years old. Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."
The little girl felt a bit disheartened, and even the pudding in her hand didn't taste good anymore.
'Humph! You still want to fight me?'
As July approached, Andy became more and more impatient, and even Kyle and Helen couldn't stand it anymore.
"Don't worry, kid. The admission letters from Hogwarts usually arrive in late July," Kyle comforted him.
"Don't you practice casting spells on your own? Since you are not a Squib, Hogwarts will definitely accept you." Helen also said a few words of comfort during the meal.
It was no use not talking about it. Andy had been a little distracted recently. If Kyle hadn't stopped him this morning, Andy's letter would have been sent to Dumbledore's desk.
'You are so awesome, why don't you send a letter to Voldemort?'
"I'm not worried about the acceptance letter. I just want to get my wand as soon as possible." Andy supported his right cheek with his hand, having no appetite.
Kyle pinched his chin and said, "If you really want to learn magic earlier, you can try using my wand."
"Really?" Andy stood up excitedly.
"Don't even think about it!"
Helen rolled her eyes at Kyle in annoyance and said in a pointed tone, "It's better to make him anxious. This kid is usually too quiet. It's rare to see him have mood swings."
Andy was disappointed.
"That's fine" Kyle agreed.
On July 15th, the owl from Hogwarts finally arrived at St. Catchpole's and flew into Andy's bedroom through the window.
The owl flew around the bedroom, then landed steadily on the desk. It raised its legs to signal Andy that he could get the letter, but its eyes were always on a small bag next to the desk—those were the cookies that Andy hadn't finished eating last night.
"Ha! Nice eyes."
Andy knew the owl's rules, so he gave it a few biscuits as a reward and then took the letter down.
Seeing that the letter was indeed the admission letter from Hogwarts, Andy hung the reply letter he had written long ago on the owl's leg, signaling it to go back quickly after eating.
Ta-da!
Andy ran downstairs, holding the letter, and said to Helen impatiently, "Mom, the acceptance letter has arrived. Can we go buy a magic wand now?"
Andy had already read the contents of the admission letter. Only when he actually received the letter did he feel how excited he was.
This is magic!
"I see. Um... Kyle is at work, and Isa is home alone with no one to take care of her. How about we wait until the weekend to go?" Helen's expression was a little malicious.
"We can take Isa with us..."
Before Andy could finish his words, Isabel crossed her arms and said firmly, "I don't want to go to Diagon Alley!"
Andy was confused. Aren't you usually the one looking forward to going to Diagon Alley?
"We can send Isa to the Weasleys..."
Andy was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized that the mother and daughter were teaming up to make fun of him.
"Stop it, let's pack up and leave!" Andy said unhappily.
"Hee, I haven't seen you acting like a kid for a long time."
Helen shook her head with some regret, then took out her magic wand and pointed it at her body. Her home clothes instantly turned into a set of blue wizard robes.
"I'm done, Isa, go back and change your clothes, or I won't take you with me."
Isabel looked at Andy, who had already changed his clothes, and snorted with a puffy face: "You two are so cunning!"
…
Arriving at Diagon Alley through the fireplace, Helen held Isabel's hand and said to Andy, "Leave the rest to me, and go buy your wand and clothes."
Helen is always at ease with Andy.
"Got it, Mom."
Andy has been to Diagon Alley many times and is very familiar with the place.
He was very excited when he came here for the first time, and he was still interested in walking around the second and third times. But after coming here many times, he found that there was actually nothing to see here except the magic.
The scope of Diagon Alley is not even as large as the larger pedestrian streets in the Muggle world.
Ollivanders crafting fine wands since 382 BC.
Andy pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mr. Ollivander, I'm here to buy a wand."
The shop was small, with nothing but a counter and a bench, and thousands of long and narrow boxes filled the space.
Ollivander poked his head out from behind a shelf. His light-colored eyes looked bright and sharp. "Good morning, Mr. Collins. It seems you are finally old enough to go to school."
"Yeah, yeah!" Andy looked very proud.
Two years ago, Andy wanted to secretly buy a magic wand with the pocket money he had saved with great difficulty, but was rejected by the old man.
'Hateful!'
"It's the right hand, right? Raise your arm." Ollivander obviously had a good memory.
Andy raised his right arm, and a tape measure automatically flew up, measuring Andy from top to bottom, inside and out.
"Each Ollivander's wand has a strong magical nature, which is the essence of them. We use different materials to make wands, just as no two wizards in the world are exactly the same, so each wand has a different personality."
At this point, Ollivander's tone suddenly became much more serious: "Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard."
Although Andy is not sure about this, he did not want to interfere in other people's professional fields.
"Try this one. It's pine wood, with a core made of phoenix feathers, thirteen and a half inches."
Andy took the wand.
For a moment, Andy seemed to feel that he and the magic wand had merged into one, and he could even feel that the magic wand in his hand was conveying an emotion called "excitement" to him.
Andy waved his wand.
The tip of the magic wand suddenly burst into a brilliant light, and the originally dark room seemed to become much brighter.
(End of this chapter).