Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 6 Bomb Explosion!Weaving a new destiny
"Boom!" A loud bang!
Ollivander shrank his head, while Harry fell on his back at this moment. The sharp pain in his forehead made him curl up on the ground in pain, twitching, as if the feeling of being torn was accompanied by a sticky feeling.

His eyes couldn't be opened.

"Are you all right, kid?"

Ollivander stepped forward quickly, and he drew a gleaming Smith & Wesson M629 revolver from his robe, aiming the 11.176mm muzzle at Harry's head.

"Healing as ever."

He pulled the trigger, and there was a click, soft but clear in the silence of the shop.

Harry felt as if something cold had touched his forehead, and the tearing pain quickly eased.

"I'm so sorry boy, it never occurred to me that this wand would explode"

Ollivander's face showed remorse and guilt, he pulled the trigger again, and many fragments flew from all corners.

The holly wood, basilisk fangs, and phoenix-feathered flintlock that Harry was holding before had been broken into dozens of pieces of different sizes, and they could no longer be put together.

"What happened just now?"

Harry rubbed his forehead, and Ollivander brought in water, a towel, and a mirror.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror. His face was covered in blood, and there was a freshly healed scar on his forehead that was fading fast.

He wiped his face, wiping away the blood all over his face.

"Explosion." Ollivander repeated, "This is an extremely rare accident. Under normal circumstances, there are only two situations that can happen. First, the wand is extremely against a certain wizard, more than hating it to the bone." Hate it to the bone, and number two, I don't know."

"Don't know?" Harry turned his head and looked at Ollivander in surprise.

"Yes, I don't know, because there are only two bombing accidents in history, one of which has not been recorded."

"The recorded case is that after a dark wizard killed a person's family of 130 and five members, he tried to kill him with the last survivor's wand, but the wand possessed loyalty and fortitude to its master and self-destructed. Burst."

"The dark wizard is dead?"

"No, his hand was injured, and the dark wizard strangled the last survivor with his other hand, killing his whole family."

"In the end, it was the dark wizard who wrote this crazy autobiography before his death, and this matter was known to people."

Ollivander shook his head, lost in thought again.

"It doesn't work, so what should I do?"

He paced back and forth in some distress, with a dignified expression.

"perhaps."

Olivandra raised his voice and turned to look at Harry, staring at his hand, staring at it.

"Give me your hand."

Ollivander carefully compared Harry's hand and re-measured.

"I understand! I understand!"

Ollivander, who suddenly realized, clapped his hands happily, and then rushed into the pile of shelves behind.

In just half a minute, Ollivander ran back with two boxes in hand. He swept away the other wand boxes on the counter, and opened the two boxes carefully.

Two identical flintlock guns were put together.

"This is brother."

"Yew wood, basilisk fang, phoenix feather and holly, basilisk fang, phoenix feather, these two wands are sisters, because the phoenix tail feather as the excitation nucleus comes from a female phoenix."

"And these two, ebony and white ivory, are the heart tendons of the Maharaja."

"What is Maharaja?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"When you go to Hogwarts, you will gradually understand." Ollivander put the two guns in front of Harry.

Although he was a little puzzled, Harry put the thing aside first, and reached out to grab the two identical flintlock guns.

At the moment of contact, an unprecedented sense of affinity arises spontaneously.

His two guns shone slightly at this moment, and changed accordingly. The one in his right hand became a Glock 18, and the one in his left hand became an M1911. His right hand was shining silver, and his left hand was black and dumb. Light.

"Yes! That's it!"

Ollivander clapped his hands, eyes full of joy.

"You may not know that all the wands today are a template at the beginning. Although the shape is different, the basic structure is almost the same. But if the wand chooses a wizard, and the wizard fits it very well, then the wand There will be changes, more than once, and wands will continue to evolve as wizards become more proficient in their abilities."

"It's like this."

Ollivander took out his wand, and the Smith & Wesson revolver he had just seen turned into a double-barreled flintlock, and then changed into a double-shot, similar to a starting gun, with two hammers that could The pistol that loaded two bullets at the same time, and then the revolver just seen, and finally became the super red eagle point 50 caliber micro-sound rotor with long silencer, front grip and rear support, and high-power scope. round sniper rifle.

"Under normal circumstances, a wizard who just got a wand will not let the wand change, but needs a period of time to run in. This time may be months or years. People who can appear immediately at the moment they get it are not too big. There are about four or five out of 100 people, but you change two at a time, and they are two completely different ones, which is something I have never seen before.”

"Congratulations, Harry." Ollivander said with a smile, his brows stretched, obviously very happy, "Congratulations on getting the most suitable wand for you!"

Ollivander applauded Harry, "From today onwards, you have officially stepped into the magical world. From now on, you are a wizard. I hope you can make great achievements in the future."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." Harry nodded to Ollivander in thanks. "Then how much do I have to pay? For these two wands."

"I don't think so, Harry."

Ollivander shook his head, "Because of my mistake, the wand exploded, which is a great sin for a wand maker, but luckily you are fine, and you managed to find your wand wand."

"I should thank you for bringing me so many surprises. Even accidents are very inspiring to me, very inspiring."

"You don't need to pay, two wands are nothing to me, as long as they can be used well in your hands, that's the best thing to me."

"Take it." Ollivander also found a pair of dragon skin storage sets, and tied it around Harry's waist. "It's very suitable, right?"

"Excellent, sir."

Harry twirled the flower guns and put them away handsomely.

"Then remember to take good care of them. Maintaining the health of the wand is also an element that is beneficial to casting spells."

Ollivander took out a two-finger-thick book and a box that looked like a medical box, "I'll find you a backpack, you wait."

Harry's interest in wand science made Ollivander have a good impression of him. He also sells these small things here. It doesn't matter if you give a copy. As a result, he has monopolized the entire England and even occupied one-third of the European wand market. The owner of Ollivander's wand shop in Jiangshan, he is not short of money at all.

Finally, Harry, who was carrying a black dragon leather backpack, was sent out by Ollivander, and the two waved goodbye.

(End of this chapter)