If the owl doesn't come soon, I'm sending Dumbledore a howling letter.

Chapter 5 If the owl doesn't come soon, I'm sending Dumbledore a howling letter.

As the days passed and July drew closer, Andy's once calm and collected heart began to stir with restlessness.

Once Andy receives his Hogwarts acceptance letter, he will have his own wand and be able to learn and cast his first real spell.

and so…

"When is that damn owl finally coming?"

On the first day of July, Andy rested his chin on his hands on the windowsill, looked up at the azure sky, and couldn't help but think of writing a roaring letter to Dumbledore.

The students are all on holiday, so the principal shouldn't be too busy, right?

"Don't wait any longer, Andy. Maybe your name isn't even on the admission list."

A little girl stood behind Andy, eating pudding while saying gloatingly, "Maybe you're a Squib!"

"Even food can't shut you up."

Andy said irritably, then added thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, Isha, you haven't experienced a magical surge yet, have you?"

Isabelle: "..."

"Oh!"

Andy shrugged and chuckled, "Speaking of which, I experienced a magical upheaval when I was six years old. Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."

The little girl is a bit withdrawn; even the pudding in her hand doesn't taste good anymore.

Hmph! You think you can mess with me?

As July progressed, Andy became increasingly irritable, to the point that even Kyle and Helen couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't worry, child, Hogwarts acceptance letters usually arrive in late July," Kyle reassured him.

"Didn't you practice casting spells on your own? Since you're not a Squib, Hogwarts will definitely accept you," Helen said, offering a few words of comfort during the meal.

I had no choice but to speak up; Andy had been acting strangely lately. If Kyle hadn't stopped him this morning, Andy's rant would have already reached Dumbledore's desk.

If you're so awesome, why don't you send Voldemort a roaring message?

"I'm not worried about the acceptance letter, I just want to get my wand as soon as possible." Andy rested his right cheek on his hand, looking somewhat distracted.

Kyle stroked his chin and said, "If you really want to learn magic sooner, you can try using my wand."

"Really?" Andy stood up excitedly.

Don't even think about it!

Helen rolled her eyes at Kyle, and said meaningfully, "It's good to make him anxious. This kid is usually too quiet, and it's rare to see him have any emotional fluctuations."

Andy: "?"

"That's fine too," Kyle agreed.

On July 15th, the owl from Hogwarts finally flew to St. Catchbolt Village and flew into Andy's bedroom through the window.

The owl flew around the bedroom once before landing steadily on the desk. It raised its leg to indicate that Andy could take the letter, but its eyes remained fixed on a small bag next to the desk—the bag of cookies that Andy hadn't finished eating the night before.

"Ha! You have good eyesight."

Andy knew the owl's rules, so he first gave it some cookies as a reward, and then took down the letter.

Upon seeing that the letter was indeed an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, Andy hung the reply he had already written on the owl's leg, signaling it to hurry back after it finished eating.

Deng Deng Deng!

Running downstairs, Andy eagerly said to Helen, holding the letter, "Mom, the acceptance letter has arrived! Can we go buy a wand now?"

Andy had already read through the contents of the acceptance letter, but only when he actually received the letter could he truly feel how excited he was.

This is magic!

"Okay, um... Kyle went to work, and Isa is home alone with no one to take care of her. How about we go on the weekend?" Helen's expression was somewhat malicious.

"We can bring Isha with us..."

Before Andy could finish speaking, Isabel crossed her arms and said firmly, "I don't want to go to Diagon Alley!"

???

Isn't Diagon Alley usually the place you look forward to the most?

"We can send Isa to the Weasleys..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when Andy suddenly realized that the mother and daughter were playing a prank on him.

"Stop messing around, let's pack up and leave!" Andy said irritably.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've seen you act like a little kid."

Helen shook her head with some regret, then took out her wand and touched herself, instantly transforming her home clothes into a blue wizard's robe.

"I'm changed, Isa. Go back and change your clothes quickly, or I won't take you."

Isabel glanced at Andy, who had already changed his clothes, puffed out her cheeks, and huffed, "You two are too cunning!"

……

As they passed through the fireplace and entered Diagon Alley, Helen, holding Isabel's hand, turned to Andy and said, "Leave the rest to me; go buy your wand and clothes yourself."

Helen always trusted Andy.

"Okay, Mom."

Andy had been to Diagon Alley many times and knew the place like the back of his hand.

The first time I came, I was very excited. The second and third times, I was still interested in wandering around. But after coming many times, I realized that apart from the magic, there wasn't much to see here.

Diagon Alley is smaller than even the largest pedestrian streets in the Muggle world.

Ollivander: He has been making fine wands since 382 BC.

Andy pushed open the door and went inside.

"Mr. Ollivander, I've come to buy a wand."

The shop was tiny, with nothing but a counter and a bench; thousands of long, narrow boxes filled the space.

Ollivander poked his head out from behind a shelf, his light-colored eyes shining brightly. "Good morning, Mr. Collins. It seems you've finally reached school age."

"Yeah, yeah!" Andy said smugly.

Two years ago, Andy tried to secretly buy a magic wand with the pocket money he had painstakingly saved, but the old man flatly refused.

hateful!

"It's your right hand, right? Raise your arm." Ollivander clearly had a good memory.

Andy raised his right arm, and a measuring tape flew up automatically, measuring Andy from head to toe, inside and out.

"Every Ollivander wand possesses extraordinary magical properties, which is their essence. We make wands from different materials, just as no two wizards in the world are exactly alike, 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."

"..."

Andy neither confirmed nor denied this, but he also did not want to comment on other people's areas of expertise.

"Try this one, made of pine, with a phoenix tail feather core, thirteen and a half inches long."

Andy took the wand.

For a fleeting moment, Andy felt as if he and the wand had become one, and he could even feel the wand in his hand conveying an emotion called 'excitement' to him.

Andy waved his wand.

The tip of the wand instantly burst forth with a dazzling light, making the originally dark room seem much brighter.

(End of this chapter)