Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

Ollivander finally gave in after Travis gave him two hundred galleons.

The next process of Ollivander helping him choose a wand was far beyond Travis' expectations.

Ollivander did not keep bringing him wands to try out one by one as Travis remembered. Instead, he spent a long time selecting them before taking out a box and telling him directly that this wand was from the store. The wand that suits him best.

"Eleven and one-half inches, the staff body is made of ebony wood, and the staff core is made of Thestral tail hair. It's a very special combination."

Ollivander said as he handed the wand to Travis.

Travis looked at the wand in his hand and did not experiment immediately. Instead, he was thinking about why he didn't have to choose the wand again and again.

In the end, Travis came to the conclusion that repeated selections were just an act of pretense by the old guy Ollivander.

Even if there are many ways to combine the wand body material and wand core material, Ollivander cannot 100% accurately determine which one is most suitable for the little wizard. What about the length of the wand?

I spent a long time measuring the length of my arms, even my nose, head circumference, and body measurements. In the end, none of the wands I took out were the same length. Isn’t this a lie?

"You can try the effect by waving it." Ollivander saw that Travis had not moved for a long time and couldn't help but remind him aloud.

Travis came to his senses, but did not immediately wave as Ollivander said.

"Why do you say it is a very special combination of ebony wood and thestral tail hair?" Travis asked.

"Ebony is very suitable for offensive magic and transformation, and people who work well with ebony are often people who don't care about other people's eyes, don't follow the crowd, and are mavericks. They are usually outsiders. .”

"It is said that the Thestral's tail hair can only be controlled by a wizard who controls death, but this is just a legend. From my experience, in fact, only those who have a deep enough understanding of death can fully exert its power."

"The combination of these two materials makes you special, Mr. Clyde."

Ollivander looked into Travis' eyes, as if trying to read his heart.

Travis looked at Ollivander calmly, not panicking at all.

After five full seconds, Ollivander could no longer hold on and his eyes were a little dry.

"Try it, Mr. Clyde. It will suit you very well. It may even suit you better than the wand you want to order."

Travis nodded and waved his wand slightly.

The next moment, a large piece of lightning burst out from the top of the wand, but the lightning did not scatter and shoot out. Instead, it condensed together and turned into the shape of a dragon.

Eastern Dragon

Travis was suddenly shocked, his pupils shaking violently.

"This is"

Transforming into thunder and lightning was something he had always wanted to do before but could not do it.

"I never thought that all my hard work over the years would not be as good as a magic wand that money can buy."

At this moment, Travis suddenly agreed with what Bell said before: The world is so unfair.

He worked hard every day and only had some free time when school started recently. As a result, he didn't even catch a loach.

It's better now, just spend a little money to buy a magic wand and create a dragon directly

Not sure whether he was angry or unwilling to give up, Travis waved again.

This time, a tiger appeared, and the previous brontosaurus did not disappear

"What an amazing magical talent"

Ollivander couldn't help but admired.

"If Mr. Clyde can thoroughly study his talent in the future and summarize it into a magic spell that other wizards can master, I believe that level [-] or level [-] Merlin Order will be fine."

Travis said nothing and put the wand back into the box very solemnly.

"How much does this wand cost?" Travis asked.

"Let's just say it will suit you better than a custom-made wand."

Ollivander smiled proudly.

"This wand costs 20 Galleons. You just gave me 200 Galleons, so now I'll give you change."

"No, no, no," Travis shook his head and opened the suitcase: "That is the money for custom-made wands. I will give you another 20 Galleons."

"By the way, the body of the custom-made wand is made of ebony wood, not thunderwood."

Ollivander:

You naughty kid, why don’t you listen to any advice?

Seeing Travis's persistence, Ollivander let out a long sigh and reluctantly accepted another 20 Galleons.

After buying a wand that was much more than he expected, Travis was not in the mood to continue shopping.

Now Travis just wants to return to his lair as soon as possible to study the wand and magic.

Jogging all the way back to the cold drink shop, Travis was stunned for a moment.

Bell was still there, but he, who had been eating ice cream before, actually got a bottle of wine from somewhere, and was drinking melancholy while watching the wizards coming and going outside the window.

"Uncle, it's time for us to go."

"Oh, let's go"

Wow

Bell stood up suddenly and stumbled to hold the table, knocking the glass on the table to the floor.

Travis hurried forward to help Bell.

Bell slowed down for a moment and then patted Travis' hand: "It's okay. It's okay now. Let's go."

Picking up the things on the side, Bell walked out unsteadily.

Travis took out the change he had received when buying clothes from his pocket, motioned to the store manager, put it on the table, and hurried to follow Bell.

After correcting their direction four times along the way, the two finally returned to the empty room under Bell's leadership.

After pressing the electric bell and waiting for half a minute, Grandpa Robert opened the passage for them from inside.

Originally, Travis wanted to try to open the door with a wand himself, but considering that Bell's current state might not be suitable for accepting stimulation, Travis gave up.

Walking out of the candy store relatively smoothly, Travis put the things in the trunk and walked to the driver's window.

"Uncle, why don't I drive it?" Travis suggested.

"Have you ever learned to drive? Just drive. This is not a magic car. Hurry up and get in."

Travis sighed helplessly.

Unexpectedly, his uncle actually knew about magic cars. He really met Peeves.

The first thing he did when he got in the car was to fasten his seat belt, and then Travis also fastened his seat belt for Bell under Bell's complaints.

Safety comes first and life is paramount. Travis doesn’t want to get into a car accident on his first day of contact with the magical world. That would be too embarrassing.

Fortunately, Travis didn't say anything about what he was worried about, but

"Uncle, drive slower and look for an opportunity to turn around. There is a police car on the road ahead, maybe a traffic policeman." Travis reminded.

Bell squinted his eyes and leaned forward to look. He nodded vigorously and looked at the opportunity to turn the steering wheel.

嘭

"fcuk why did this police car hit us?"

Travis:

I'm afraid the police car is also wondering.

Pulling Bell's legs apart forcefully, Travis pulled the handbrake, then leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh.

He might have to spend his first night in the police station when he comes into contact with the wizarding world.