Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Without too much nostalgia, Eric and the two of them sorted out the fireplace ashes on their bodies, and then walked towards the primary target in Diagon Alley - Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Standing in front of Ollivander's wand shop again, Eric still felt a little happy when he saw the famous saying on the sign on the door that wand making began in BC.

Under normal circumstances, when the streets of Diagon Alley outside are very noisy, Ollivander's wand shop is also very quiet.At this moment, with no one visible outside, the atmosphere in the store was even more silent, which could even be described as dead silence.

"Jingle bell~"

The moment they closed the door, the bell hanging next to the door suddenly rang, scaring Digory's body to tremble violently. Looking at Eric's speechless eyes, Digory patted his chest, While explaining: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't know there was a bell here."

"Who is it?"

An old voice sounded from the warehouse behind the shelves. A slightly stooped old man slowly walked out on crutches. He looked at the neatly dressed Diggory and the two standing at the door, with a smile on his face: "Oh, we have a guest. Please sit down."

The old man took out the wand from his sleeve and waved it gently. Two cups of hot tea floated from the counter and landed on the coffee table.

The old man put on the glasses hanging on his chest, looked at Digory and recognized him: "Oh, Digory Kirk, the nephew of the Ketterley family, yew wood, unicorn hair, Ten and one-fifth of an inch, I remember correctly!"

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, the wand you made is perfect." Digory smiled and bowed to the old man.

"It's a pity that Garrick is different from me. He always makes wands based on the principle that the wand chooses the wizard, but he often ignores that the wizard is actually the user of the wand. Only when the wizard chooses the wand can the wand work. Function. Hey, young people nowadays have their own ideas..."

Old Mr. Ollivander was so chattering that he brought out another plate of snacks, walked to the sofa in the store, and waved to Eric and the two of them: "Don't be stunned, children, come and sit down, it's rare for someone to sit down." Come to my old man, Garrick went to the countryside to buy materials today, and I am the only one in the store to help him look after it."

Eric was pulled by Digory to sit on the sofa. After seeing him, old Mr. Ollivander pushed the plate with snacks over, then looked at Digory and asked, "Who is this?"

Digory took a sip of tea and introduced to old Mr. Ollivander: "Mr. Ollivander, this is a distant relative of mine. No, he came to England to join me in order to escape the war. He used to His wand was lost, and now he is using his ancestral wand, so I can only take him to buy a new one."

After saying that, he introduced Eric in a low voice. This was the father of Mr. Garrick Ollivander.

his father?

Eric thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the words he heard when he bought a wand. His poplar wand seemed to be made by the man in front of him.

"Can I see the wand you're using now?"

It happened that at this time, old Mr. Ollivander spoke. Eric thought for a moment and handed him his wand.

"Twelve and three-quarter inches, very tough. It doesn't seem to have been used for a long time, but the power contained in it seems to be amazing...wait..."

After old Mr. Ollivander took the wand, he closed his eyes and touched it skillfully a few times, and said his identification information. Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise: "Is there my signature in it? This Did I make the wand?"

He looked at Eric in surprise, his eyes full of surprise, and his fingers kept moving: "But with such a wand, why don't I have an image?"

"Wand material: poplar, wait, this wood..."

The expression on Ollivander's face continued to be astonished: "I have never come into contact with this kind of wood. This kind of wood actually has the element of thunder and lightning? The core of the wand... The core of the wand is dragon nerve, but it seems to be very incomplete. Only Part of it? Hiss~ No!”

As his fingers rubbed, the expression on Ollivander's face became more and more exciting: "This rod core is not an ordinary dragon nerve. This... what kind of dragon is this?"

The expression on his face was extremely wonderful. After a long time, he reluctantly placed the wand on the coffee table: "It's strange. This is obviously a wand made by me, but I have no impression of it. To be honest, your wand is just made of wood. The material and quality are hundreds of blocks behind my finished wands."

He kept praising him, but it sounded very strange to Eric.

Good guy, you just said that you made this wand, and then you praised the wand for its power. Is this an act of self-promotion and self-promotion?

Suddenly, Eric thought of something again, and pretended to take out a small bag from his pocket, and then pretended to take out a piece of wood from the small bag.

It was the lightning strike poplar wood obtained in the world of Narnia. At that time, the system said that this piece of wood could be used to make powerful magic props.

"Mr. Ollivander, this is an ancestral piece of wood in my family. How does this piece of wood compare to the material of the wand in my hand?"

Ollivander took the wood, touched it carefully, and then exclaimed: "This...with all due respect, the quality of these two pieces of wood is almost the same...even..."

He paused, and touched the wood and the wand handed over by Eric with both hands: "Even I had the illusion that these two are almost the same piece of wood."

Eric's eyes couldn't help but shrink, he took a breath of cold air slowly and imperceptibly, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind.

The poplar wand...couldn't he have given it to old Ollivander to make?

"Since you have such a powerful wand, do you still need to buy another one? I think if you buy another one, you might not be able to use this wand as smoothly as this one."

Ollivander handed the thing in his hand back to Eric, took off his glasses, carefully rubbed his sore eyes, and asked Eric.

Eric put away Thunderbolt Poplar and the wand, and then looked at Ollivander who put on his glasses again, with a smile on his lips: "Of course, by the way, if I buy a wand now, what will happen? Will the traces on this wand disappear automatically in a few decades?"

Old Mr. Ollivander blinked doubtfully, looked at Eric, thought for a while and then replied with a measured tone: "Logically speaking, when a magician chooses a wand, regardless of whether he uses it or not, at 17 After years, the traces on the wand will automatically disappear. Of course, under normal circumstances, it will be 6-7 years. When the little wizard reaches adulthood, the traces will automatically disappear, unless those poor people who encounter accidents, I believe you understand of!"

The old man's answer fell in the ears of Digory and Eric, which made their eyes light up. After the two looked at each other, Eric stood up with a smile: "Then, please trouble the old man, I want to buy one. New wand!"