Chapter 7 The Wand Chooses the Wizard

Hagrid's little pink umbrella is peculiar.

William has seen him cast magic with this umbrella more than once.

But Hagrid said his wand had been broken and refused to acknowledge the peculiarity of the umbrella.

Although William was curious, he didn't care too much. He's just a newbie now, and he doesn't realize how extraordinary it is to be able to restore a broken wand to its original strength!

"Okay, our little wizard is also impatient." Ollivander turned his eyes to William again.

With that, he took out a tape measure with silver scales from his pocket.

"Mr. Stark, which arm do you use for the wand?"

"Right hand."

"Well, raise your arms, all right."

Ollivander started measuring William, first from shoulder to fingertip, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally head circumference.

William would like to ask: "Since it is the wand that chooses the wizard, the size of each wand has already been made, and it will not be tailored according to the size of the wizard like a wizard's robe... Now measure it, What's the point?"

But he didn't ask, so he was so upright...it was easy to be beaten.

While measuring, Ollivander babbled: "Every Ollivander wand has super-powerful magical substances, which is the essence of it, Mr. Stark.

I'm used to using unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves.

Every Ollivander wand is unique because no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same.

Of course, if you use a wand that is supposed to belong to another wizard, you will never have such good results. "

The tape measure began to operate automatically, and Ollivander shuttled between the shelves, constantly instructing Cedric to select some long boxes to move down.

Cedric, an apprentice, is, in a sense, a coolie.

But Cedric was not impatient at all, and it was obvious that he liked the job very much.

"Okay," Ollivander said, and the tape slid to the ground and curled up.

"Then, Mr. Stark, try this one. It's made of hawthorn and unicorn hair, ten inches, and it's quite flexible."

As an apprentice, Cedric took out an old notebook, but he did not open it, but retorted familiarly:

"Page ninety-fifth, line six.

Gregorovitch once said, 'The hawthorn wand is a wand full of contradictions, like the tree itself that gave birth to this contradictory quality, its leaves and flowers are therapeutic, and the smell of its branches is lethal'……"

Ollivander nodded and started the live teaching: "

While I disagree with most of Gregorovitch's opinion, we resonate very well with the complex and fascinating properties of hawthorn wands.

They only accept owners who are best for them. "

"Cedric, you remember, from my experience, this wand will be a favorite for wizards who are going through a period of their own confusion."

With that, Ollivander snatched the wand from William's hand.

"Obviously not for you, child." Ollivander shook his head.

"Come and try this." He pulled out another wand with black lines.

"Made of apple wood and clam nerves, nine and a quarter inches, very soft."

Cedric said quickly: "Page one thousand nine hundred and twenty-six, line ninety-four.

Applewood represents longevity, complemented by clam nerves…”

"That's right! A combination of genius." Ollivander rubbed his palms excitedly.

"There are elders in the East who use this combination, and my ancestors used to make similar wands for Nicole Remay.

The effect seems to be good, although people think it is more because of time magic or the Philosopher's Stone - come on, try it, boy! "

William just touched his wand,

He felt the magic all over his body pouring out uncontrollably.

Ollivander grabbed the wand immediately, but it was too late, and the door was blown to pieces.

"Oh, sorry," William said.

"It's none of your business, boy, the gate will be restored soon, but this wand doesn't seem to be for you either."

Ollivander was getting more and more excited. It had been a long time since he had seen such a discerning customer.

"We'll find it, the most suitable one, won't we?"

William tried one wand after another, and the wands he tried were stacked on the bench higher and higher.

But Ollivander kept asking Cedric to draw his wand from the shelf, and he was shaking, in a state of excitement.

"A picky customer who can't find the perfect match? It doesn't matter, I think about it, there's always a perfect, perfect, perfect fit for you—let me think about it—oh, there , why not?"

Ollivander roared so much that Hagrid nearly broke his little pink umbrella.

Ollivander was jumping and jumping like crazy.

"Extraordinary combination, cherry wood, phoenix feathers, twelve and three-quarter inches. Yes, very hard."

He personally walked to the window and carefully picked up the wand lying quietly on the faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

William took the wand and felt a sudden heat in his fingertips.

He held his wand high above his head, swung it down with a swishing sound, and swept through the dusty air, and saw a red light, and the wand head was like a firework of gold stars, and the beating spots were thrown on the walls.

Mr Ollivander exclaimed: "Oh, great, oh, really, great."

Cedric put his wand into a case and wrapped it in brown paper, while Ollivander watched William with pale, colorless eyes.

"This wand is the last wand made by my grandfather, Gabbard Octavius ​​Ollivander, and the greatest wand maker of the last two hundred years.

The material is a rare cherry wood, which has become the favorite material of the Maho Tokulo School of Magic since my grandfather started this combination.

I originally thought that this wand would be stored in the window forever, but I didn't expect..."

Hagrid also applauded, "When I came to buy a wand when I was a kid, this one was already in the window."

William: "..."

Ollivander was bluffing, but William wondered in his heart - is this old man sure that he is not responding to the "supply-side structural reform" proposed by the Ministry of Magic and destocking? !

He didn't dare to say this, but asked suspiciously, "Maho Tokulo?"

"Oh, that's the only known magic school in Asia, although I don't think that's accurate."

Ollivander said, tidying up the bombed door, and gave Cedric a "you know" look.

Cedric nodded imperceptibly, and out of nowhere, took out a gift box.

His tone remained humble, but he became a salesman.

"The wand is bought back, but it's not over, it's a very expensive thing and needs regular maintenance.

But don't be afraid! Our Ollivanders Wand Shop has a special summer care package:

For three Galleons, you get five Galleons worth of care to keep your wand in top condition.

If you pay five Galleons, in addition to maintaining the appliance, you can also get a two-year warranty card.

During the warranty period, unless the wand is broken, our Ollivander Wand Shop will repair it for you free of charge.

Of course, on top of that, we have a family package that covers all the wands in your family, but it's a bit more expensive..."

William seemed to see the salesman of the barber shop again.

Before he said anything, Hagrid stood up from his chair and shouted excitedly, "Come on, give me a set!"

William: "..."

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(The picture of the protagonist's wand in ps has been posted in the comment area, which was chosen by the system for him.

Cedric reminds all wizards, as long as you vote for a recommendation, the wand has a lifetime warranty and also provides high-quality door-to-door service. )