some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 7 The Wand Chooses the Wizard
Hagrid's little pink umbrella is peculiar.

William had seen him perform spells with the umbrella more than once.

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

Although William was curious, he didn't pay much attention to it.He is just a novice now, and he has not deeply realized how extraordinary it is to be able to restore the broken wand to its original strength!
"Okay, our little wizard is also impatient." Ollivander turned his gaze to William again.

As he spoke, he took out a tape measure with silver scales from his pocket.

"Mr. Stark, which arm do you use with your wand?"

"Right hand."

"Well, put your arms up, okay."

Ollivander began by measuring William, from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head.

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

But he didn't ask, being so straightforward...it's easy to be beaten.

While measuring it, Ollivander babbled: "Every Ollivander wand has a super magical substance, and this is its essence, Mr. Stark.

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

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

Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, it will never work so well. "

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

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

But Cedric didn't show any impatience. It could be seen that he liked this job very much.

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

"Then, Mr. Stark, try this one. It's made of hawthorn and unicorn hair. It's ten inches and has a good spring."

As an apprentice, Cedric took out a dilapidated notebook, but he didn't open it, but backtracked familiarly:
"No.90 page five, line six.

Gregorovich 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 can be healing, and the smell of its branches can lethal'……"

Ollivander nodded and started on-site teaching: "

While I disagree with most of Gregorovitch's opinions, we can relate very much to the complex and fascinating properties of hawthorn wands.

They only accept owners who are most suitable for them. "

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

Saying that, Ollivander snatched the wand from William.

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

"Try this." He drew another wand with black markings.

"Applewood and clam nerve. Nine and a quarter inches. Very soft."

Cedric said quickly: "The first thousand and ninety-two six pages, No.920 four lines.

Applewood represents longevity, complemented by clam nerves..."

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

"Wizards of the East use this combination, and my ancestors made similar wands for Nicole Flamel.

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

As soon as William touched the wand, he felt the magic power pouring out uncontrollably.

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

"Oh, sorry," William said.

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

Ollivander became more and more excited. He hadn't seen such a picky customer for a long time.

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

William tried one wand after another, and the pile of tried wands piled higher and higher on the bench.

But Ollivander kept telling Cedric to draw his wand from the shelf, and he was shaking, in a kind of arousal.

"A fussy customer who can't find the perfect match? Never mind, let me think about it, there's always a perfect, perfect fit for you - let me see - oh yes , why not?"

Ollivander yelled so hard that Hagrid nearly snapped his little pink umbrella.

Ollivander was jumping and jumping like crazy.

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

He personally walked to the window, and carefully picked up the magic wand that lay quietly on the faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

William took the wand, feeling a sudden heat in his fingertips.

He held his wand high above his head, swished it down, and saw a streak of red light across the dusty air, and the top of the wand shot like fireworks, dancing spots of light onto the walls.

Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Oh, that's great, oh, really, that's great."

Cedric put the wand in its case and wrapped it in brown paper, while Ollivander watched William with pale eyes.

"This wand was the last wand made by my grandfather - Gabbard Otavi Ollivander - the greatest wandmaker of nearly 200 years.

The material is rare cherry wood, which has become the favorite material of Mahotokuro Magic Academy since the grandfather started this combination.

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

Hagrid also clapped his hands and said, "When I came to buy wands when I was a kid, this one was already in the window."

William: "..."

What Ollivander said was bluffing, but William wondered in his heart—is this old man sure he is responding to the "supply-side structural reform" proposed by the Ministry of Magic and carrying out destocking? !

He didn't dare to say this, but asked in confusion, "Mahotokuro?"

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

Ollivander said, tidying up the bombed gate, and at the same time gave Cedric a "you know" look.

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

His tone was still humble, but he turned into a salesman.

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

But fear not!Our Ollivander Wand Shop has launched a special summer maintenance package:

For three galleons, you'll get five galleons worth of maintenance tools to keep your wand in top condition forever.

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 breaks, our Ollivander Wand Shop will repair it for free.

Of course, in addition to this, we also have a family package, which can guarantee all the wands in your family, but the cost is more expensive..."

William seemed to see the salesman in the barbershop 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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(PS The picture of the protagonist's magic wand has been posted in the comment area, which was selected for him by the system.

Cedric reminds all wizards, as long as you recommend it, the wand will be guaranteed for life, and high-quality door-to-door service will also be provided. )
(End of this chapter)