Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 5 Holly Wood, Basilisk Fang, Phoenix Tail Feather
People's adaptability is actually very strong, it's like staying in the toilet for a long time, you can't smell the smell.

Either the environment adapts to you, or you adapt to the environment, Harry obviously can't do the former, he can only choose the latter.

The half-dead Hagrid walked towards the Leaky Cauldron with heavy steps, while Harry walked in the direction Hagrid pointed out. Ollivander's Wand Shop was in the middle and back of Diagon Alley.

The buildings here are much more dilapidated than the bustling commercial street in front. There are only three or four shops that still have signs of business.

Harry stopped under the shop sign and looked up.

Ollivander: Crafted wands since 382 BC.

The ad's synopsis was all right, fitting the definition of a wizard wielding a stick, but instead of a lone wand on faded velvet, the dusty window showed an old-looking wand, something like It is a weird wooden barrel like a rolling pin. From the label on it, we can know that this is the first generation of new magic wand designed by Leoc Ollivander for Europeans in 1230, imitating the oriental fire-striking stick.

Harry became more silent, but at the same time, he suddenly felt a little excited again.

He pushed open the door, and the wind chimes were crisp and sweet.

"Ring ring ring ~" sound came from somewhere deep in the shop.

The front hall of Ollivander's wand shop is very small, there is nothing but a bench, and behind the counter, a huge wooden shelf extends to the ceiling more than ten meters high, and the shelves are densely stacked There are small boxes, all kinds of long black boxes.

There seems to be some mysterious magic hidden in the dust and silence here.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice, startling Harry, and Ollivander floated out of the darkness behind the counter like a ghost, with big bright eyes and pupils The color is very light, which makes him look a bit like a ghost.

"Good afternoon, old sir." Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Oh yes," Ollivander said, "yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, that's no problem, your eyes are like your mother's when she came here Came in to buy her first wand, it was literally yesterday, ten and a quarter inches long, willow, the trigger clicked and clicked, and it was a fine wand for spellcasting."

Ollivander walked up to Harry and stared at him with moon-like light silver eyes. Harry's hair stood on end and his back felt cold, as if he had been seen through. This gaze seemed to possess magical power.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany. Eleven inches long. It springs back well. It's flexible. It shoots faster. It's a bit stronger. It's perfect for Polymorph, I say you. Father likes it - in fact, the wand chooses the wizard."

Ollivander moved closer, not looking into Harry's eyes, but at the scar on his forehead, where Harry had never hidden him, and for him, the tattoo on his forehead Locke is actually quite handsome, and it fits well with my Stallone's tendons.

"It's different, it's really different."

Ollivander touched the scar on Harry's forehead with his fingers, and he murmured, "There are indeed subtle differences. It's an interesting discovery."

"What?" Harry asked a little confused.

"Your scar." Ollivander withdrew his fingers and stepped back a little. "It's from a wand I sold, thirteen and a half inches long, yew, very strong, very strong , most people can't pull its trigger, but it falls into the wrong hands."

"A .50 Desert Eagle?" Harry said of the pistol he'd seen in his dream.

"I don't know what it was like after that, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, if there was a wand that recognized two wizards at the same time, I mean if, because that kind of thing can't happen, it never happened, then it was in two It will look different in the hands of wizards."

"The wand chooses the wizard, the wand recognizes the wizard, and the wizard affects the wand. They are one, one that affects each other."

"The study of wands is a very profound knowledge. If you are interested, Hogwarts has introductory books. It is on the east side of the library, shelf 133, the seventh from the left on the second floor. I read it back then. Written by my great-great-grandfather, it is still a good book to start with."

Ollivander's memory is unbelievably strong. He is at least a hundred years old, but he doesn't even need to hesitate to recall these things. Harry believes that he should be a person with hyperamnesia.

"Then let's measure the size first." Ollivander took out a silver scale tape measure, "Which hand do you use?"

"You can use both left and right hands. I practiced it specially so that I can also hit a KO with a left uppercut."

This is one of Harry's winning tricks in the group arena. Under normal circumstances, the strength of the left hand will be weaker, and the defense against it will be weaker, but the difference between the punch strength of Harry's left arm and the right arm will not exceed one kilogram.

"Then open your hands, okay, that's it."

Ollivander was delighted to measure such a sharp, slender hand, and he and Harry chatted about wands through this gap, which played into Harry's hands.

"Mr. Ollivander, the wand I saw in the window is the first new-style wand in Europe. What did the old-fashioned wand look like?"

"This." Ollivander was slightly taken aback. Few people are interested in wand science, and it was the first time he heard a guest ask about it.

"Look, on the wall over there are all styles of wands used by wizards from ancient times to the present. Look at the first row. That's the original appearance of the wand."

Harry's eyes moved up, and the wall shrouded in darkness was now illuminated by a soft light from nowhere, revealing its little-known side.

But after seeing this thing, Harry became even more restless.

"Why...why does this thing look like a sheep's whip?"

Harry pointed to the wands in the first row and opened his mouth in surprise. The wand displayed there was a wooden stick with a rope as thick as a little finger tied at the front end. Looking back, the wand slowly turned into a long piece of wood with two ends attached. Attached by a string or strings, some of which looked like some sort of queer stringed instrument, in the third row the wand became a bent stick, resembling a bow and arrow.

"The original wizards used magic by 'projection', that is, when they waved the stick, they threw the magic out of the wires woven with magical creature hair and other things. The accuracy of this was not good, so it was quickly improved to The plucked type, that is, the second row, and later evolved into a bow stick, that is, the third row. From 445 AD, European wizards used it on a large scale until - 1000 AD, Eastern wizards A new type of wand was invented, but due to the chaos of the times, the concept of the new type of wand was not introduced here until 1230, and it has been improved and used until now.”

"Although many of the new wands have lost their shape, we still use the word wand to refer to it. You can also call it a gun."

"Okay, Mr. Potter, you can put your hands down."

Ollivander finished measuring, and he turned and headed for the shelf behind the counter.

Not long after, Ollivander came back with several boxes.

"Then try this, made of beech wood and dragon teeth, the excitation core is made of dragon's heart nerve, nine inches long, this refers to the length of the gun barrel, the total length is thirteen inches, the trigger force is moderate, you try to pull it .”

"Give it a shot?" Harry reached out and took the wooden-handled flintlock gun from Ollivander. Harry had seen this antique thing in pirate movies in his previous life, and they all used pirate movies in this world. It is an earthen stun gun. This world has used electric energy very early, thanks to a kind of natural electricity storage crystal that exists widely in all parts of the world.

"Yes, pull it. If you want to know whether a magic wand has chosen you, pulling the trigger to activate the excitation core is the simplest test. The magic power in your body can be transformed into the carrier of the magic spell by it. It used to be an arrow or an arrow. It was something else, now bullets."

"But don't worry, the transformed bullet does not have magical power in the orthodox sense without using the spell."

"No bullets?" Harry asked.

"You understand it very accurately and correctly." Ollivander nodded and looked at him approvingly, "You can aim here, there are targets for testing here."

Ollivander pointed to the right side of the counter, where a dummy was placed as a target.

Although what Harry got was not the modern pistol Harry had used in his previous life, but an ancient flintlock gun, this wonderful feeling still made him feel a fire burning in his heart.

'What a broken stick. ’ Harry had already tossed the old man’s wand aside in his mind, ‘This is what a real man should use! '

Harry twirled the gun in a cool way, and put his finger through the trigger guard to turn the flintlock in his hand. Then he squeezed the trigger without aiming.

With a "bang~" gunshot, a puff of black smoke suddenly exploded, and Harry, who was so smoked and coughing, realized that the flintlock gun in his hand had been snatched away.

"This won't work, this won't fit." Ollivander said again and again, and then stuffed a new one, "Try this, ebony rhino horn and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long."

Harry tried flintlock after flintlock, but none of them made Ollivander nod, and the pile of boxes on the counter was getting higher and higher, but the more so, the more interested Ollivander was.

"A fussy customer, huh? Never mind, I think, there's always a perfect, perfect, perfect fit for you - let me see - oh, yes, why not - — an extraordinary combination!"

"Holly wood, basilisk fangs, phoenix feathers, the ultimate collision of death and rebirth, eleven inches long."

"Remember what I said just now, Harry?" Ollivander hesitated before handing out the gun. He said, "The man who left the scar on your forehead used a purple wand. Shan wood, basilisk fangs, phoenix feathers."

"It is a twin pair with the current wand. It is taken from the longest and sharpest two fangs of the same basilisk, and the longest and most gorgeous two tail feathers of the same phoenix."

Ollivander solemnly handed the flintlock gun. No, this wand to Harry, "Try it."

Harry felt a slight pressure, and when he picked up the wand that seemed to be entwined with the thread of fate, he also tensed up.

He held the gun in both hands, then aimed at the dummy target, and pulled the trigger!
(End of this chapter)