The Rebirth of Harry Potter

This pure white kitten was the cutest one in the shop.

And the price?

Well—

Just know that it had the word "most" in it.

The Summer Heat is No Joke

By now, it was midday.

The sun blazed overhead, making Harry's vision blur.

Sweat dripped down his back.

Harry had no choice but to buy two more ice creams to cool down.

At this moment, he was really envious of Hagrid.

Look at him—

Wearing thick clothes under this blazing heat,

And yet, his expression was completely unbothered.

"Let's hurry up and buy the wand—I'm about to turn into dried meat."

Harry groaned weakly.

Meanwhile, his kitten lazily lay inside its cardboard box, softly purring.

Harry scooped a bit of ice cream, dabbed it on the kitten's head, and let it cool down.

The kitten licked its paw, wiped off the ice cream, and gave a happy meow.

Then Harry thought of something—

The eagle.

It was still inside its cage, covered in black cloth, with barely any room to move.

In this heat?

That couldn't be comfortable.

"Hagrid, let's let the eagle out."

"Oh—yeah, good idea."

It was as if Hagrid just realized the eagle was there.

He hurriedly opened the cage.

With a whoosh, a dark shadow shot out, soaring into the sky.

Its massive wings fully spread, and it circled above Diagon Alley.

A few sharp cries echoed through the air.

The moment people heard the piercing sound,

Many wizards and witches instinctively looked up.

Reactions from the Crowd

Young Wizard A: "Whoa! What is that? Is it an owl?"

Young Wizard B: "Are you stupid? That's an eagle!"

Young Wizard A: "That's so cool! I want one!"

Young Wizard B: "Yeah, well… keep dreaming."

Young Wizard A: "…."

Young Wizard B: "I've seen that eagle before. It costs 80 Galleons."

Young Wizard A: "80 Galleons?! Which rich bastard bought it?!"

Young Wizard A: "We should find them and become friends!"

Young Wizard B: "Good idea."

Harry, who had been listening to their conversation,

At first, felt pleased.

But by the end…

He was speechless.

Still, he couldn't deny it—

Seeing all these wizards staring at his eagle with awe and envy…

He felt pretty damn proud.

"I spent all that money exactly for this effect!"

Now that he was sure the eagle wouldn't abandon him and fly off,

Harry stopped worrying about it.

Ollivanders: The Wand Shop

Following Hagrid, Harry entered a small shop.

This was the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

And in the entire wizarding world, it was legendary.

For centuries, countless famous wizards had used wands made here.

But from the outside?

It looked plain.

Old.

Even a little run-down.

Hanging above the door was a dusty wooden sign,

Its faded letters still carrying a sense of prestige.

It read:

"Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C."

Harry stared at the sign,

Feeling something he rarely felt—

A sense of reverence.

Then, his instincts kicked in, and he couldn't help but complain:

"What is it with wizards and their complete disregard for presentation?"

"Look at the Leaky Cauldron—it's a dirty, gloomy tavern."

"Look at Flourish and Blotts—a chaotic mess of books."

"Look at the apothecary—it's literally a horror movie set."

"And now this—the most famous wand shop in history…"

"…and it looks like a broom closet."

Harry sighed.

"I'm so tired. I feel like I can't love anymore."

"This shop has been around for over two thousand years!"

"Is there anything cooler than that?!"

If this were his shop,

He'd immediately rebuild it with solid gold,

Then launch massive advertisements across the wizarding world:

"Ollivanders Wand Shop! Not a century-old brand! Not a 500-year-old brand! We've been making wands for 2,300 years!

Trusted by generations! Chosen by legends! You deserve the best!

Once you try it, you'll never go back!"

"Now that's a marketing campaign!"

But perhaps,

The truly powerful never needed to show off.

Even if he was the chosen one—

He still couldn't comprehend the mindset of a true master.

The Wand Chooses the Wizard

As soon as Harry stepped inside,

A quiet, mysterious atmosphere enveloped him.

It felt peaceful, yet filled with an unspoken energy.

Something powerful lurked within these walls.

He inhaled deeply.

This was it—

The moment he had been waiting for.

The moment he would get his wand.

And he already knew—

He didn't want just any wand.

He wanted that one.

A thin old man suddenly emerged from behind a wand rack.

His cloudy eyes locked onto Harry, and he whispered,

"Welcome, Mr. Potter. Your eyes… they're just like your mother's—so bright."

"When she came here to buy her first wand,

It feels like it was just yesterday.

Ten and a quarter inches long, willow wood."

Harry had to admit—

This guy was a professional.

Then, the old man's bony fingers lightly traced Harry's scar.

His voice was apologetic.

"I'm truly sorry… It was a wand I sold that caused this."

Harry politely smiled.

"It's alright."

The Wand Selection Process

"Now, let's see… which wand will choose you?"

"Which hand do you favor?"

"Right."

"Hold up your arm—good."

Ollivander then took precise measurements:

Shoulder to fingertips

Wrist to elbow

Shoulder to the floor

Knee to armpit

Head circumference

As he worked, he murmured,

"Every Ollivander wand contains a powerful magical core—that's what makes it special, Mr. Potter."

"We use unicorn hair, phoenix feather, and dragon heartstring."

"No two wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are identical."

"If you try to use a wand that belongs to another wizard, it will never work as well for you."

Testing the Wands

Ollivander pulled out a box.

"Try this one."

Harry had just lifted it—

When Ollivander snatched it away immediately.

"Not the right match."

He handed Harry another.

But this time—

Harry paused.

"Wait."

Ollivander looked puzzled.

"What's the matter?"

Harry Knew Exactly What He Wanted

I'm not gonna waste time like in the original story—

"I want to try the wand that was made from the same phoenix feather as Voldemort's."

Both Ollivander and Hagrid were stunned.

Ollivander's hands trembled slightly as he searched.

"I believe… it was… holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long."

Harry took the wand in his hand.

The moment his fingers wrapped around it,

A brilliant light burst forth from the tip, illuminating the entire dim shop.

Ollivander let out a deep sigh.

"Oh… yes, this is the one."

"As expected… Fate, it seems, has spoken."

But Harry?

He wasn't interested in this old man's dramatic nonsense.

"Whatever, old man. You're being dramatic."

Ollivander carefully boxed up the wand, and Harry paid without hesitation.

Then, they left the store.

A Change in Plans

"Hagrid, I don't want to go back to Aunt Petunia's house."

Harry said it calmly, but firmly.

"I'll just stay at the Leaky Cauldron."

Hagrid nodded immediately.

"I agree—their family is awful. I wouldn't want you going back either."

"At first, I thought you might feel uncomfortable around wizards…"

"But since you're fine with it, you can stay at the Leaky Cauldron."

"I'll check on you using Floo Powder over the next month."

Harry smirked.

"Sounds like a plan."

"This place is too interesting. Only an idiot would go back to the Dursleys."

A Glimpse of Someone Important

As they walked through the crowded alley,

Harry suddenly caught a faint sound—

"...Hermione… bookstore…"

Harry's head snapped around—

But he only caught a brief glimpse of a brown-haired girl disappearing into the crowd.

"Was that her? One of the future Crystal Palace members?"

(*Author's Note: Crystal Palace = The legendary team of badass Hogwarts students.)

Hagrid noticed Harry's distraction.

"Something wrong, Harry?"

"Ah, no. Nothing."

"Let's go eat."

They had lunch together, and afterward, Hagrid booked a room for Harry at the Leaky Cauldron.

As for the cost?

Just look at old Tom, the bartender.

The moment he heard Harry Potter was going to stay at his inn,

He looked so excited, it was as if he won the lottery.

An Evening in Muggle London

Hagrid left on his flying motorcycle,

But Harry didn't go straight back to the inn.

Instead—

He spent the afternoon exploring Muggle London,

Buying a few things along the way.

When the sky darkened,

Harry finally returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

A Cozy Room at the Leaky Cauldron

The wooden stairs creaked as he climbed to the second floor.

The hallway was wide, with about ten rooms on either side.

Harry entered his room.

Everything inside was made of wood—

The floorboards were wide, golden planks.

The furniture, the bed, the walls—all wooden.

The ceiling was low, so the bed was also low.

But—

Harry was very satisfied.

His Furry Companions

He took out a small fish he had bought earlier.

Instantly, his white kitten perked up—

It sniffed the air, then let out a happy meow.

"Mew~!"

Excitedly, it pounced on the fish and began eating.

As for his eagle…

No idea where the hell it went.

Harry shrugged and dropped his shopping bags onto the floor.

Then, he collapsed onto the bed.

Burying his face in the pillows, he let out a content sigh—

"Mmm… Today was a fun day."

(Author's Note: "Hey! That's my line!" — ?? (Some unknown character, probably fate itself. ))

As Harry slowly drifted to sleep,

His kitten continued eating its fish, purring softly.

Outside, the moon shone brightly, casting a gentle glow over London.

(Author's Note: Do you guys like the kitten and the eagle?)