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Next was Lily. Mr. Ollivander asked her about her dominant hand, measured her body parameters, and then took out a wand and handed it to Lily.

"The handle is made of cedar wood, the core is dragon nerve, ten and three-quarters inches, try this one!"

Lily took the wand that Mr. Ollivander gave her and shook it. A spark immediately came out of the wand and ran around in the wand shop. It was obvious that this was not Lily's wand, and she even felt a little repulsive.

Ollivander immediately said in a nagging voice, "No, but this reaction is probably the opposite of it." After trying several wands, they still couldn't match. Ollivander became interested instead, "Another picky customer, I will definitely find the most suitable one for you, let me think about it..."

Carl couldn't wait to help Lily find her own wand, so he reminded her according to his memory, "How about the willow one? Have you tried this one?" Ollivander clapped his hands and said in a surprised tone, "It's really suitable. I haven't thought about it yet. Your intuition for choosing wands is great."

"I have to say, maybe you can come to work for me after graduation? What's your name?" Mr. Ollivander said jokingly, "Carlos Coster. But sir, my career plan is to be an Auror."

Mr. Ollivander took a willow wand and handed it to Lily. This time, a small flame came out from the tip of Lily's wand, but the flame stayed obediently between the wands. Lily waved her wand again, and the flame extinguished obediently.

"Willow wood, unicorn hair, ten and a quarter inches, this wand is very suitable for silent spells or healing magic. I can see that you will be a very powerful witch in the future. What's your name?" Mr. Ollivander looked at the wand in Lily's hand.

"Lily Evans."

"Ms. Evans, it belongs to you." Lily paid the money and took the wand. Carl was happy to see Lily get her own wand.

Carl was the next one to choose the wand. He immediately came to Ollivander and asked impatiently when he could try the wand.

"You have to tell me which hand you are more dominant in first."

"Right."

Mr. Ollivander was measuring and thinking, "The last Mr. Coster, let me think about it. You have a strong insight. How about black walnut, dragon nerve, eleven and two-quarter inches?"

Carl took the wand excitedly. He thought the wand was very handy, so he waved it. As a result, the whole room began to shake as soon as he waved it. Mr. Ollivander immediately held Carl's arm to signal him not to shake it anymore.

"Not suitable, but not completely suitable." Ollivander took the wand from Carl's hand and picked another one. Carl was a little confused.

"What is not suitable but not completely unsuitable? Is there a suitable but not completely suitable one?" Ollivander took out another wand and explained it to Carl. "The wand's choice of owner is always very mysterious. I can't explain it to you in detail, but I can change it for you."

"This one is still black walnut, but the inner core is unicorn hair." Carl waved it, and a beam of light flashed on the wand, which was very soft and beautiful. This time the room did not shake everywhere. When Mr. Ollivander and Carl thought that this was the one that was amazing, the wand suddenly went out in his hand the next second, and then it was motionless without any movement.

Carl looked at the wand and waved it again, but there was still no movement. Lily and Sever looked at Carl together. Lily was mainly because the little girl was interested in everything, and Sever was very curious about why this happened. Carl thought that they thought he had broken the wand, and immediately shouted loudly, "I didn't break it!"

If Ollivander hadn't done something like a fake, Carl would definitely think that he had encountered some black-hearted store. Why did this thing flash like a leaky light bulb?

Mr. Ollivander took the wand with great interest. He had been in the profession for so long, and even though he had seen all kinds of rejection reactions between wands and wizards, he had never seen such a scene where a wand suddenly went out after releasing a spell normally. He picked up the wand and waved it himself, using a simple fluorescent flash. A beam of light immediately flashed between the wands. Obviously, the wand was not broken.

"The inner core is probably matched, but the wood is not suitable. Unicorn hair, let me find it." Mr. Ollivander rummaged through the carton containing the wands and took out at least a dozen wands with unicorn hair as the core. He arranged them on the table in the middle and asked Carl to try them one by one. The result was that without exception, these wands all went out after flashing for a while, and no matter how Carl waved them, it was useless.After using up all the wands and still not finding the most suitable one, when Ollivander took out another unicorn hair wand, Carl rubbed his sore arm and wanted to cry, "Why don't I use the first one? Although it is not suitable, at least it won't go out..."

"Don't worry, Carl, you will definitely find your own wand, the most suitable one!" Lily encouraged Carl and told him not to give up.

Mr. Ollivander also said that he would never compromise. He could not allow the little wizard who entered his shop to walk out of the store with a wand that did not match him. This was an insult to him. "Believe me, I swear I will definitely find a wand that matches you, Mr. Coster."

"I believe you too, but I don't really believe in myself, especially my arm!"

Mr. Ollivander was actually very confused, but he still combined the possibilities and expressed his own views. "Unicorn hair. Unicorn hair usually makes the most stable wand core for spells, and it is least likely to fluctuate or get blocked."

"But in your case, your magic is very strong and... violent?" Mr. Ollivander tried his best to find a suitable adjective, although it may not be very suitable.

"I saw it when I waved the black walnut just now. Although it was successfully waved, it almost forced the wand to submit, so the magic used by the black walnut wand made the whole house shake." Mr. Ollivander changed the subject and said, "But in fact, a young wizard of this age does not have enough magic to drive the wand to submit, but you unexpectedly drove it, so I said it was not completely inappropriate."

"This is a very rare situation, it can be said to be rare. I need to find a wood that can accommodate your magic as the wand body..."

Carl's blood stagnated for a moment when he heard what Mr. Ollivander said. After all, he was not a genuine young wizard, but fortunately Mr. Ollivander did not continue to talk about this topic, and Carl relaxed slightly.

The little wizards watched Mr. Ollivander pace back and forth in deep thought. Just when Carl thought he might lose his wand, Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands and rummaged through the cardboard box in the corner in ecstasy.