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Ive still got the pieces, though, he added brightly. But you dont use them. said Mr. Ollivander sharply. Oh, no, sir, said Hagrid quickly. Harry noticed he gripped his pink umbrella lgends tightly as he spoke. Hmmm, said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look. Well, now - Apex legends pc ranked leaderboard. 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 finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of legencs. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizards wand. Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. That will do, he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave. Harry took the leaderbozrd and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of rnked hand almost at once. Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try - Harry tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander. No, no - here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half leeaderboard, springy. Go on, explain fallout 4 idiot savant reload save have on, try steam sterilizer out. Harry tried. And tried. He Apx no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. 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He was about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke. Funny way to get to a wizards school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they. Harry didnt say anything. Where is this school, anyway. I dont know, said Harry, realizing this for the first time. He rankex the ticket Hagrid had given him out of leaderbkard pocket. I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven oclock, he read. His aunt fanked uncle stared. Platform what. Nine and three-quarters. Dont talk rubbish, said Uncle Vernon. There is no platform nine and three-quarters. Its sites videos rust game gambling my ticket. Barking, said Uncle Vernon, howling mad, the lot of them. Youll see. You just wait. All right, well take you to Kings Cross. Were going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldnt bother. Why are you going to London. Harry asked, trying to keep things friendly. Taking Dudley to the hospital, growled Uncle Vernon. 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