Hogwarts Shippuden

Half an hour later, standing in front of Ollivander's wand shop, Kyle's questioning eyes moved back and forth between Dumbledore and the wand shop sign.

"This is the legendary Goldfinger Wholesale Market, ah no, the wand shop?"

The shop looked small and shabby, the gold sign on the door had peeled off, and it read - Ollivander: Well-made wands since 382 BC.

In the shop window, a wand stands alone on a faded purple cushion.

"Some things don't just look at appearances," Dumbledore smiled gently. "Olivander is the best wand maker in the British wizarding world, and is also among the best in Europe."

Pushing open the door, Kyle walked into the wand shop.

The store is small, with nothing but a bench in the corner.

Thousands of long, narrow cartons of wands piled from floor to ceiling, a thin layer of dust everywhere.

A gust of wind bell rang when they stepped into the store, and a white-haired head emerged from the stack of cardboard boxes. When they saw the old man behind Kyle, they immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"Dumbledore? Welcome, it's such a pleasure to meet you!" As for Kyle next to him, he ignored him for a while.

The old man came to them, and those big light-colored eyes that looked like two bright moons in the dim shop only caught the presence of Kyle.

"Oh my God, this is it!" Ollivander stared at Kyle's strange-colored eyes, exclaimed, and then cast his eyes on Dumbledore, as if confirming something.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Ollivander, just what you think."

Kyle's eyes are extremely rare. In front of this wand maker who has dealt with all kinds of wizards all his life, it is impossible to hide Kyle's identity.

The guess in his heart was confirmed, Ollivander rubbed his hands excitedly, and took out a tape measure with a silver scale from his pocket, "Which arm are you used to using?"

"Right hand."

Measure your head circumference from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally.

While measuring, Ollivander rambled: "Every Ollivander wand has super-strong magical substances, which is the essence of it."

"We used unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves."

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

"Of course, if you used a wand that should belong to other wizards, it would never have such a good effect."

Kyle wonders if Ollivander has said this to every wizard.

Looking at Old Man Ollivander's mysterious operation, Kyle couldn't help but ask, "Why do you need to measure these when buying a wand?"

"Because every wand in the Ollivander family is unique. To help you pick the right wand, I first measure your arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference, etc., and then use these parameters Choose a wand."

Hearing Ollivander's explanation, Kyle thought for a while, then stretched out his hands.

I saw that he put his left hand on his right arm, and with a sudden force, with a click, his right arm was dislocated.

Seeing Kyle's arms lengthened by a few centimeters, Ollivander, who had been dismantled from the stage, instantly turned black.

Dumbledore looked at Ollivander's frozen smile and the corners of his mouth twitching constantly. He turned his face away and tried hard not to laugh out loud. Then he turned around and felt a little distressed.

"Healing as ever." As Dumbledore chanted the spell, Kyle's arm snapped back.

"Excuse me, sir, can we continue?"

Hearing Kyle's words, Ollivander opened his mouth awkwardly, and said in a dry voice, "Oh, okay."

Professional staff making and selling sticks for so many years, what kind of situation has he never seen Ollivander?

Sorry, he has never seen such a situation.

Returning to his senses, Ollivander took off a cardboard box on the shelf, took out a wand and stuffed it into Kyle's hand.

He introduced dryly: "Cherry wood, unicorn hair, thirteen inches, try to wave it."

It seems that Mr. Ollivander does not intend to talk to him about unnecessary things.

Kyle waved his wand at will, and he suddenly felt the urge to pour out the magic in his body.

He obeyed this urge, let go of the control of the magic power, and an electric light shot out from the tip of the wand, blowing the shelves behind Ollivander, along with many wand boxes, to shreds.

Kyle: Worthy!

Ollivander: Damn Fake!

Looking at the situation in the store, Kyle and Ollivander couldn't help but swear in their hearts.

Kyle was worried that the old man in front of him would corrupt him, while Ollivander was distressed by his loss.

Ollivander looked at Dumbledore eagerly: "Dumbledore, this..."

Dumbledore understood what Ollivander meant, and only he could restore them.

As Dumbledore waved his wand, everything in the wand shop felt like the rewind button had been pressed, and the shelves, wands, and cardboard boxes that had been blown to pieces flew backwards and returned to their original appearance. .

Both the old and the young breathed a sigh of relief.

The wand in Kyle's hand was taken away, and another wand was stuffed into Kyle's hand.

"Try this one again. Willow, phoenix tail feather, twelve inches. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Don't wave! Just shake it lightly!" Seeing that Kyle was about to shake his wrist again, Ollivander was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped him.

Seeing Ollivander's reaction, Kyle felt a little amused, and he still waved his wand regardless.

It's just that this time he reduced the output of magic power.

Seeing Kyle's action, Ollivander shivered suddenly.

It was still an electric light shot from the wand in Kyle's hand, rubbing Ollivander's scalp and landing on the cabinet behind him.

Fortunately, this time, the cabinet was not blown to pieces.

Ollivander was frightened half to death by Kyle. After calming down, he hurriedly took out a mirror from nowhere and looked at his Mediterranean hairstyle with tears in his eyes.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Ollivander."

"It's alright, it's alright, this little problem can be solved with a little bit of life." Ollivander forced a smile.

If he hadn't been able to offend the person standing behind the bear boy, Ollivander would have let the bear boy know why the flowers outside the window were so red today.

"Looks like this wand doesn't fit you well," Ollivander took out the third wand, "Walnut, dragon heart, eleven inches."

Different from the first two wands, when Kyle held this wand, a strange feeling arose spontaneously.

As if, this is the same as the wand should have been one with him.

He no longer controlled the magic power in his body. With a flick of his wand, a stream of water was created out of thin air. As Kyle waved his wand as a baton, the water stream constantly changed its shape in the air.

"It's amazing, this is the first time I've encountered such a situation." Ollivander stared at Kyle's strange-colored eyes, "That's it."