Hello.
I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter.
Seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands.
Here we are.
Give it a wave.
Apparently not.
Perhaps this.
No, no, definitely not!
No matter...
I wonder.
Curious,- very curious.
Sorry, but what's curious?
I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter.
It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave
another feather.
Just one other.
It's curious that you should be destined for this wand
when its brother gave you that scar.
And who owned that wand?
We do not speak his name.
The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter.
It's not always clear why.
But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you.
After all, he who must not be named did great things...
Terrible, yes...
But great.
Harry! Harry! Happy birthday!