All things are three at Hogwarts

In Diagon Alley, Allen quickly walked along the street to the last store, his robe sleeves flying in the cold wind as he walked.

The shop was small and shabby, and the gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off. It read: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC.

Allen opened the door without hesitation, and the tinkling bells came from the back of the store.

No one came out to greet him, so Allen sat on the bench and waited patiently.

Suddenly, Allen raised his head and looked behind the counter, where an old man appeared. His big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"It's an honor, Mr. Alan Harris." Just looking at Ollivander's appearance, you would never guess that he would have such a soft voice.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Allen stood up and greeted the wand master politely.

"Is your wand okay? I still remember, mahogany, phoenix nerve..." He was suddenly startled, "You came here for it, okay?"

Allen shook his head, moved slowly and said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Ollivander, it was destroyed due to an accident."

"Did you bring it? Let me see if it can be repaired." Ollivander asked hurriedly.

"It's really a pity that it was completely damaged." Allen felt guilty and had no choice but to deceive the master in front of him.

"Well, okay." Ollivander's eyes sharpened for a moment, "Let's see which other wand will suit you. I remember that you are an extremely picky guest."

Allen did not refute, he knew that the other party was not talking about his temperament, but his previous magic fluctuations.

Ollivander picked through the shelves and handed a brown wand to Allen, "It's from the elderberry, and it's also the nerve of the phoenix."

Allen took it in his hand, and colorful stars spurted out from the wand port.

"That's wonderful," Ollivander clapped his hands in admiration, but he quickly stopped, looked at Allen's frown, and asked in surprise: "You don't look satisfied."

Allen originally planned to just buy one for fun, but now he has a new idea: "Yeah, I don't think it's suitable for me."

Ollivander did not ask why, but continued to search on the shelves piled to the ceiling, "Here, try this one again."

Balls of red flames spurted out, and Ollivander quickly extinguished them to prevent the entire wand shop from being burned down.

"This is not appropriate either." Allen returned the wand to Ollivander. "Although the effect is very good, I can feel that this is not what I want."

"Of course it's all about your feelings." Instead of being angry, Ollivander became more and more interested.

Alan tried one after another, and the wands he tried were piled higher and higher on the bench.

Every wand can exert its greatest effect in Allen's hands. Every wand seems to meet Allen's needs, but Allen does not show any liking for any of them.

"Oh, oh..." Ollivander finally stopped rummaging and searching. He looked at Allen with pale and colorless eyes. "It's so strange. Every wand chose to surrender, but you didn't. Express satisfaction with any one.”

"It seems that there is no wand I need here. Please forgive my presumption, Mr. Ollivander, can you lend me your workshop? Maybe I can make my own wand." Allen sincerely requested. road.

"You actually know how to make your own wand, so no wonder you feel it doesn't fit in, because you will have your own feelings about every detail of the magic wave." Ollivander immediately turned around and made an invitation gesture, "Please follow me. Let me tell you, once you learn how to make a wand, the most suitable wand in the world will definitely come from your own hands."

The store in the front is so small, but the wand making room in the back is very large, so big that it can be used as a training ground for a training class.

The walls were painted green, a lifeless olive green. Allen looked up at the ceiling and saw an iron chandelier with twelve candles surrounding it.

A huge fireplace takes up most of one wall. On the iron shelf next to it, various materials are placed in categories.

Wooden drawers and cabinets are stacked on top of each other, reaching to the ceiling. Labeled with labels such as "Dragon's Nerve" and "Lizard's Heart".

The rest of the walls are covered with black and white photos, all of which have turned yellow due to age. The wizard inside looked at Allen curiously.

"Mr. Harris, you can use the tools in the room as you like. However, it is the wand that chooses the wizard. They may not be able to recognize each other after they are done. You have to be patient."

After saying that, Ollivander sat down on a shabby green sofa, the old springs collapsed under his weight.

Allen looked at the room, at the photos, the tattered carpets with speckled burn marks, and the ancient tables and chairs. High overhead, candlelight danced gently, their shadows swaying on the wall.

"Mr. Ollivander, I have a different view from you. The wizard is the master of the wand and can freely choose the wand." Allen said loudly.

The portraits on the wall immediately became noisy.

Ollivander stretched out his hands and pressed down, and the sound on the wall immediately stopped.

"Oh, then let us see your craftsmanship." Ollivander leaned back on the sofa, but his sharp eyes were always focused on Allen.

Allen smiled slightly and did not argue. Making it was more important than anything else.

Allen took some materials from the nearby shelves and cabinets, and selected a barely comfortable wand from the nearby wand shelf.

Then Allen began to process these materials, gathering, pressing, twisting... a series of movements were as smooth as water, fast and precise.

"Very professional handling..." Ollivander sat up straight, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on his knees.

Allen put his hand into his robe, blocked Ollivander's sight and took out a box from the space. When Ollivander saw the materials in the box clearly, he could no longer sit still and stood up. , quickly walked to Allen's side. , he couldn't sit still anymore, stood up, and quickly walked to Allen's side.

"Metal material...the method of making a wand by the ancient alchemist Jabbert!" Ollivander looked at Allen with burning eyes.

Allen nodded slightly, "When I went to the United States with Professor Flitwick a few years ago, I was fortunate enough to get the incomplete notes of the alchemy master Jabberwock. Unfortunately, there were only some of them. If there are enough techniques for making wands using metal, if there are enough Mithril, this wand would be more perfect. Unfortunately, it is difficult to find enough mithril now. I can only use platinum instead. Mr. Ollivander, I wonder if you are interested in using your wand-making skills. How about exchanging ideas and learning from this lost technology that I acquired?"

Allen planned to exchange Ollivander's wand-making technology for Ollivander's wand-making technology by deleting a lot of key technologies, leaving only the part about how to make wands from metal materials, so as to better research and develop the potential of the growing wand. I believe this part of the knowledge is enough to attract Ollivander, the wand maker.