you soon. harry potter.” it wasnt a question. ”you have your
mothers eyes. it seems oerday she was in here herself,
buyi wand. ten and a quarter ing, swishy,
made of and for charm work.”
mr. ollivander moved closer to harry. harry wished he would
blink. those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.
”your father, oher hand, favored a mahogany
wand. eleven inches. pliable. a little more power a for
transfiguration. well, i say your father favored it -- its really
the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.”
mr. ollivander had e so close that he and harry were almost
o nose. harry could see himself refle those misty eyes.
”and thats where...”
mr. ollivaouched the lightning s harrys forehead
with a long, white finger.
”im sorry to say i sold the wand that did it,” he said
softly. ”thirteen-and-a-half inches. yeand, very
powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if id known what that
wand was going out io do....”
he shook his head ao harrys relief, spotted hagrid.
”rubeus! rubeus hagrid! how o see you again.... oak,
sixteeher bendy, wasnt it?”
”it was, sir, yes,” said hagrid.
”good wand, that o i suppose they s in half
when you got expelled?” said mr. ollivander, suddenly stern.
”er -- yes, they did, yes,” said hagrid, shuffling his
feet. ”ive still got the pieces, though,” he added brightly.
”but you dont use them?” said mr. ollivander sharply.
”oh, no, sit,” said hagrid quickly. harry noticed he gripped
his pink umbrella very tightly as he spoke.
”hmmm,” said mr. hagrid a pierg
look. ”well, now -- mr. potter. let me see.” he pulled a long tape
measure with silver markings out of his pocket. ”which is your
wand arm?”
”er -- well, im right-handed,” said harry.
”hold out your arm. thats it.” he measured harry from shoulder
to fio elbow, shoulder to floor, ko armpit