The Wizard's Marvel Journey

Rolle sneered at James' statement, but he still can't get rid of James. Who makes this cheap uncle his only responsible person now, although James is not very responsible.

Next, Rolle had the opportunity to see Miss Hermione Granger's efforts to rectify the wizarding world.

In other words, can you imagine that molecular theory, biological evolution, and other things that mark the scientific process are mixed into the subject of wizards?

In the words of Miss Hermione Granger, magic can also be analyzed. Understanding the essence of magic is what every wizard must do.

Although there is nothing wrong with that, looking at the illustrations in the Defense Against the Dark Arts books.

Ok……

Maybe it's simple geometry?

In fact, Rohr has to worry about the mathematics level of the general public. Although wizards belong to the elite education category, choosing the masses is not a genius like Tony Stark, right?

Thinking of this, Luo Er couldn't help but want to beep beep beep beep again.

Is this what people do?

He also understands the multiverse theory, but no matter how diverse it is, there is no such multiverse method.

Mutants, mages, superpowers and wizards, it’s just enough chaos here.

"Ahead is our destination, Dusty Miller, the best wand maker in the world." James said, "But I think this is nonsense, Ollivander and Gregovich are about the same. , but you have no chance."

"I think Ollivander is better." Rohr whispered, thinking of the white-haired old man sliding out of a row of shelves on the stairs.

Well, it is indeed a bit scary.

"Hurry up, we have to walk back!" James urged impatiently.

"Does it mean that since we are carrying so many things, we can't just take a taxi... I mean, take a bus back?"

"hurry up!"

"Okay, here we go." Luo Er looked at the books and props in his hand, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that this was indeed something he would need to settle down in the future, so he might as well hold it honestly.

"Uh, may I ask..."

"Nothing to ask!" James seemed to have a very bad attitude. He slammed the door shut, "Miller, Miller, look at the damn wand you made. It doesn't work at all. It's even weakening my spell. .”

"You don't want to make so many excuses!" A voice came from inside, seeming accustomed to James' bad attitude.

Through the shelves, Luo Er probably saw what was going on inside.

White hair, fat guy, blue overalls?

If you turn your head and wear a pair of thick round glasses, well... well, this man named Miller does have a pair of thick round glasses.

Coupled with the nose squeezed together by the round cheeks and the snow-white beard, for some reason, Luo Er felt that Miller should be equipped with a computer.

The kind with a large head, preferably a retro typewriter type keyboard.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'd like to ask you this year?"

"I'm forty-five!"

Miller looked very impatient. He turned his hand and pulled out a wand. Then, everything behind the shelf became blurry.

"What, are you afraid that others will find out that your wand is made of inferior material?"

"That's better than your body that falls down at the first touch."

"Oh, profiteer!"

"Oh, get out!"

……

This boss doesn't play by the rules.

But James is a man of status, and he can talk in front of many students in Ilvermorny, so shameless...

I should say yes, let’s let our strength speak for itself, right?

Seeing James' unkind gaze, Rohr chose to look away rationally.

"Okay, let's get down to business." James seemed to have forgotten his previous ridicule to Miller, "Take out your wand, choose one for this kid, and make do with it. It won't be used anyway."

"I said, the wand chooses the wizard!" Miller's face suddenly turned red, like an apple filled with butterbeer...

Sorry, I'm a little queasy.

"Yes, yes, the wand chooses the wizard." James said nonchalantly, "Didn't the little wizards these years just buy a good-looking one?"

"That's their talent..." Miller wanted to say something else, but in the end he gave up the foolish approach of convincing James. It once took Miller seven years, and then...

"Open your arms. Which hand are you used to?"

"Uh, right hand."

Roll swallowed a sip of saliva. Roll was still very eager for the wand.

This scene made Rohr feel very kind.

A tape measure measured his height and arm length in all directions, but Miller didn't even look at it and let the tape fall to the ground.

"Mr. Miller, your..."

"Put it down, it's useless." James said disdainfully, "Or do you think that the wand you chose based on your eleven-year-old height and arm length will always be suitable?"

"???"

If you think about it carefully, it seems to be the same. So, what is the significance of doing this?

"He admires Ollivander, but it is obvious that he has not learned the essence." James looked at his watch, "Ollivander is a master of wand making. Unfortunately, he has passed away, and my superior I bought a wand from Ollivanders, and it's much better than this one."

"If you say one more word, I will throw you out of here into the street!"

Miller panted and took out a large number of boxes from the shelves.

"They are all here. Let's come one by one. Let's try this first. Holly wood, unicorn tail hair as the core, fourteen inches long."

Looking at the wand handed over by Miller, Rohr suppressed the joy in his heart and took it carefully.

"Try waving it?"

"Oh, yes, of course!" Rolle waved his wand expectantly, and then...

Then nothing happened.

"Very good, next one, grapevine wood, dragon heartstring, eleven inches..."

"Hmm... It's not a big problem. This one is mahogany, dragon nerve, nine point seven inches..."

"This one, the heart of white birch wood, the nerve of the Moon Crazy Beast, ten inches..."

"???"

……

Time went back and forth, and unknowingly, the boxes on the counter had been replaced batch after batch. However, Rolle seemed to be insulated from the magic wand. No magic wand could trigger the vision of Rolle's magic power.

"Okay, okay, last one, white birch, ptarmigan feather, fifteen inches long."

Rolle took the wand in a daze, waved it vigorously, and then a ray of lightning popped out from the tip of the wand. After that, the wand made a crisp sound, and with the black smoke rising from the tip, Rolle felt that he had A dirty word to say.