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I walked round the back to the wall that hid the secret passage to Diagon Alley. I took out my wand and struck the wall one after the other, and every potterhead's dream came true and the way opened. The books were absolutely inadequate to describe this scene. Even though I was familiar with the entrance to the street from Hagrid's memories, it was absolutely mesmerising. The red stone bricks opened on both sides like a perfect puzzle, and as I took their places, Diagon Alley stretched out in front of me. The various magical tools and ornaments on display in the shops, along with people in colourful robes wandering between the various shops to shop, made for a fascinating sight and I have to say that this place is definitely bigger and has more businesses than described in the books. On both sides of me, cafes and various shops stretched as far as the eye could see. On the opposite side of the street a white marble building had taken root. As if to show its superiority over the other buildings, it stood at least two stories above the other buildings and looked at least three times more imposing. It was quite easy to see from any position on the street.
I moved quickly across the street towards the gringotts. Now you may wonder what he was doing here. It's actually quite simple. I want to get into my father's vault, see how he's doing and, if possible, withdraw money for the new wand I plan to buy. Now I know that in the books Hagrid's family is described as being quite poor, but I know from Hagrid's memories that his father had a vault in Gringotts. Also, his father had left him an acromantula egg before he died, and I think that the egg of a creature of rank xxxxx is not a cheap material that can be easily obtained. That's why I came to gringotts first. After climbing the stairs of the big marble building, there was a goblin guard standing guard on both sides of the door. I walked swiftly through the first gate and came to the second gate, which was made of silver and inscribed with those iconic lines:
Enter, stranger, but beware, lest you get carried away with your ambition, for the eagerness to turn a corner without sweat and toil will get you killed, I tell you. If you are going to run something that is not yours, forget it, come to your senses, and then restrain yourself. If you try to steal, think again. You will find other things instead of gold coins.
After waiting in line for a while, I told the teller that I wanted to withdraw money from my father's safe.
'Do you have your father's key with you?'
'Here you are,' I said and handed him the key.
The goblin examined the key for a while and then handed it back to me.
'Well, Gornuk will take you to your safe.' he said, pointing to a goblin standing on the side.
When we entered the black stone corridor, the goblin whistled a whistle and immediately a car came creaking on the rails. After I got in the car, the car moved quickly. As we travelled through the labyrinthine corridors, Gornuk would occasionally pull the lever next to him to change direction. When we finally stopped in front of a crate, Gornuk asked me to get out of the car and hand him the gas lamp. I followed him and got out of the car. The sooner I got out of this hell car, the better. Wizards and goblins seem to agree on the fascination of traumatic travelling experiences. The door of safe 1025, my father's safe, was right in front of me.
'Key please,' I said to Gornuk, who asked for my key, and I quickly took it out of my pocket and gave it to him.
Gornuk unlocked the door. The huge iron door opened quickly. Inside, although piles of money were not waiting for me, at least there was enough money to meet my needs. Apparently there were several small piles, each of which was a mixed pile of money.
The first thing that caught my attention was a parchment in front of the piles of money.
As I read what was written in it, I was filled with a warm feeling and burst out laughing.
It was a letter from my father.
' Dear Rubeus
Don't let those greedy goblins count the money in the safe. There is a total of 2100 galeons in the vault. The annual expense of an ordinary hogwarts student is around 200 galeons.
Take at least 250 galeons from the vault every year, this will be enough, keep the rest of the money until you graduate from hogwarts and it will help you. Don't worry about the rental fee for the safe. Six years' rent paid in advance.
Your loving father.
To tell you the truth, I didn't expect my father to be so considerate. I mean, after all, this is a man who gave his 13-year-old son the egg of a xxxxx-rated magical beast known to feed on human flesh and slept with a giant before he died. These aren't exactly the characteristics of a thoughtful and prudent person. I thoughtfully took 100 galeons from the pile, hoping it would be enough to buy a new wand or fix whatever was wrong with my wand. After quickly leaving the vault, I left the bank, walking as fast as I could without running, obviously. A few people in the neighbourhood looked at me curiously, but no one cared much, and finally the famous shop in the dust was right in front of me.
Ollivenders are impeccable staff makers from 382 BC
As I looked around, Garrick Ollivender suddenly appeared from the shadows ahead. He appeared so suddenly that I jumped slightly in my seat. I'm sure it must have been quite a funny sight for a boy of my size to jump slightly in his seat. When I looked at Mr Ollivender's face, I saw a slight smile. I guess it was true that in some fan fiction the man had a habit of startling his customers.
'Hello Mr Hagrid, I remember the day you got your first wand, if I remember correctly it is a pear and unicorn tail, six inches thick and stiff, one of the longest wands I have ever made. I hope you don't mind.'
I replied with a slight hesitation.
'Good day, Mr Ollivender. My wand worked very well until this summer. But for the last few weeks it has not been working properly. I can't even cast the spells I used to cast with ease.'
Shaking his head thoughtfully, Ollivander slowly walked towards me.
'Hand me your wand, Mr Hagrid, I can't tell what happened to it when it's in your coat.' He said and held out his hand for my wand.
I quickly took the wand out of my coat pocket and handed it to Ollivander. He examined the wand thoughtfully and cast a simple spell that made flowers come out of the end of the wand. Then, as if listening to him, he brought the wand closer to his ears. After standing like that for a while, he shook his head as if he realised what was happening and started to speak.
'Well, it seems that there is no problem with your wand. It looks more like you have lost the ownership of the staff. As I always say, the wand chooses its master, Mr Hagrid, not the other way round. Probably due to an incident earlier this summer, your wand no longer recognises you as its master. Obviously this is a very rare occurrence and the only thing to do in such a case is to get a new wand. If you wish, let us begin the trials.'
I spoke with excitement, which is why my voice was a little louder than I wanted.
'Sure Mr Ollivender, we can start right now.'
Ollivender went to the back and came back a few minutes later with several wand boxes in his arms.
After opening one of the wand boxes, he handed me the wand he took from it.
'Ebony wood and dragon heart wire, 40 cm'
After picking up the staff, I pointed to the ground and waved it quickly. A fireball from the staff quickly reached the ground and almost set the shop on fire. Ollivender put out the fire with a timely aquamenti spell and quickly took the staff from my hand and handed me a new one.
'pine wood and unicorn scarf, 45 centimetres.'
This time I was a little more scared and took the staff and shook it slightly. Thank God nothing happened. Taking this staff from my hand, Mr Ollivender quickly handed me a new one.
'chestnut and pine wood with phoenix tail feather, 50 centimetres.'
This time when I took the wand in my hand, even I felt the change, I felt my magic flowing smoothly into the wand and I felt myself becoming one with it. I knew it before I had to wave it. I waved the wand and a gentle wind blew around us. Ollivender nodded with an approving expression.
'Well, we have found the staff we were looking for. I must say that the chestnut tree is a rather interesting choice, as it favours those who are in harmony with nature. The pine tree tends to favour the intriguing and mysterious and prides itself on adapting quickly to new types of magic and the phoenix feather prides itself on providing the user with a wide range of magic.'
'Thank you, Mr Ollivander. I wonder how much I have to pay.'
'Sixty galeons, Mr Hagrid.'
I asked Ollivander while taking the money out of my pocket.
'I remember my first wand was only 7 galeons, why is this wand so expensive?'
'Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic always sponsor the first wands of all wizards and fix the price at 7 galeons, regardless of size and core. Second wands, however, do not have this kind of sponsorship, so they are significantly more expensive.'
Nodding my head, I handed over the 60 galeons I had finished counting to ollivender. wishing him a good day, I left the shop with my wand in my coat.