Spell Players at Hogwarts

Lynch always felt that Ollivander was hinting at him. In fact, he could still hear something from Ollivander's repeated words.

Regarding Meadows's unkind remarks, this almost touches upon the creed that a master craftsman has adhered to throughout his life... although this was not the case before the Ollivander family became famous.

But obviously the old man has a little temper and is even trying to brainwash himself.

This is definitely another monopoly marketing scheme in the wizarding world.

The measuring tape now used for measurement has completely entered the stage of automatic operation. In fact, the old man only symbolically measured the length of Lynch's arms and then let go.

Hmm... This should be the only one that is somewhat useful... maybe height?

If you want to ask what's the use of this, then Lynch's answer is probably that it will be more expensive.

However, regarding the material of the core...

"Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, is it difficult to make a wand out of other things?"

"Of course not." Ollivander's voice came from inside the shelf, "Yeqi's tail feathers, the nerves of the bird and snake, and the tail feathers of the Thunderbird are all great wand cores, but it's a pity..."

The old man said with some regret, and Lynch could almost understand what Ollivander meant.

The first ones are widely circulated in the UK. Even phoenix feathers are not too difficult to get with Fox. As for the latter... they will benefit from the implementation of the Magical Creatures Protection Act.

But think about it, this is not that difficult for Ollivander. Maybe Ollivander is more familiar with the former?

Before Lynch could ask, Ollivander had already emerged from the shelf, and until Ollivander opened the box, the damn tape measure was still measuring the distance between his nostrils.

Is it really an all-in-one leather case?

That's not as convenient as brushing a layer of white ash.

He flipped the tape measure aside casually, and after making a threatening gesture, the restless tape measure also lowered its lacquered gold metal head.

"Ha, come on, a great combination, yew wood with unicorn hair, eleven inches, you can try it!"

Ollivander looked at Lynch happily, and Lynch couldn't wait to hold the small, polished wooden stick in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, a bright light suddenly flashed. Lynch felt that his hand was empty, and then the yew wand he originally held in his hand was inserted straight into the shelf.

So, this thing can also be used as a hidden weapon?

How did Ron break it?

"It's sharp enough. Obviously, it's not suitable for you."

Ollivander looked a little excited. Every time is a new challenge, isn't it?

"Well, try this!"

Ollivander casually pulled out another wand.

"Hawthorn wood, fire dragon nerve, twelve inches."

Lynch took the wand and just held it tightly. Lynch felt that his magic power was like mercury leaking to the ground, and then a cluster of flames suddenly rose at the tip of the wand.

Good guy!

"Obviously, this won't work either." Before Ollivander could say anything, Lynch immediately let go of his hand. If he wanted to buy a wand, how about getting a torch back?

"Interesting!" Ollivander's eyes became more and more excited, "I haven't encountered such divided customers in a long time. Let me think about it, laurel wood, phoenix tail feathers..."

boom!

The crimson light exploded open the quaint door, as if a terrorist holding a grenade had broken into Ollivander's store. This was not too familiar to John.

"Is this really okay?" John said uncertainly. Just holding such a small wooden stick suddenly upgraded a young child's bully to a hunter who had to be treated with a gun.

John touched his thigh, almost as a reflex action.

"Relax, honey." Meadows held John's hand comfortingly, and the dazzling light for a moment was simply...

Well, an old man, a kid?

"It's okay, it's okay." Ollivander seemed a little happy. Ollivander was always very patient with picky customers.

"This child has a lot of magic power, so it is more powerful when tested. I still remember an owner of a phoenix tail feather, because the first wand he tried was... a wand of hawthorn wood and thunderbird feathers. The violent combination almost exploded. Half the wall fell down.”

"Half a wall? No, this is too dangerous." John frowned, not awe-inspiring, but such a dangerous thing was placed in the hands of a group of children.

"That's why Hogwarts teaches wizards how to control this ability." Meadows said comfortingly, recalling that when he was testing the wand, he wanted to boast that he also blew up Olivan. Germany's display window, but in front of the old man...

If nothing else, the old man would definitely expose her.

"It's okay, John, I'm sure!" Lynch clenched his fist and then handed the wand back in his hand.

"Try this!"

"Cherry wood, fire dragon nerve, twelve inches."

Boom~

"Well, not quite!"

"So, oak, unicorn hair, sixteen inches?"

Lynch: (￣ー￣)

Lynch vaguely remembered that the last guy with a wand of this size was still working as a warden at the hunting ground at Hogwarts.

Then without telling the Ministry of Magic, he secretly stuffed the wand into a small pink umbrella.

But Ollivander is very principled in doing things, at least the old man never goes against the Ministry of Magic.

The choice of wand seems to have some established rules.

If you come to Ollivander's and you don't try out all the wands in the store, it's definitely not up to standard.

However, after trying more than a dozen of them, Ollivander's search scope was significantly narrowed.

As a well-known wand maker in the magic circle, Ollivander naturally has his own set of rules. What kind of person and what kind of wand should be matched with it. Ollivander can tell from the performance of wands of different properties. Get some clues.

Maybe after the old man couldn't hold the carving knife and do fine work that day, it seemed that there would be no problem in meeting people on the street.

After all, the old man can blow up your elders with just one mouth. With some simple psychology, isn't that easy?

Of course, the price of familiarity is undoubtedly heavy. In just half an hour, the quaint Ollivander's shop seemed to have been attacked by a crazy Death Eater.

Thunderbolt explosions, swords and axes, and fire and water are all featured.

Meadows was obviously a little shocked. She pulled John to the edge of the store. If they hadn't lived together for more than three years, they would have left long ago.

If you just try one, it will be as powerful as Avada chewing a big melon, right?

Isn’t it so difficult to raise parents that they are no longer parents?

"I haven't met such a picky little wizard for a long time."

Ollivander muttered, as if he didn't see the tragic situation in the store, and wands were stuffed into Lynch's hand one after another.

Thanks to Ollivander's selection, the wands he tried later became more and more clever, and Lynch also had a bad feeling in his heart.

You won’t run out of things to try, right?

"Apple wood, phoenix tail feathers, eleven inches long, very elastic."

Looking at the three wands No. 20 handed over by Ollivander, Lynch held them tremblingly.

A soft radiance spread in Lin Qi's hands, which was a kind of restorative effect. Just for a moment, Lin Qi felt a warm feeling in his body, and even the cold white skin was filled with warmth. A slight blush appeared.

"The combination of the sublime and Nirvana, this is a cycle of life and death, but...it's still a little short of that."

"But I feel great...?"

Ollivander calmly took out the wand from Lynch's hand, so why didn't the old man do it himself when he used hawthorn wood before?

"Peach wood, fire dragon nerves, thirteen inches long."

A dark red round wand was thrust into Lynch's hand. Unlike the soft healing light of apple wood, a majesty from the inside out slowly emanated from Lynch's body.

Heaven and earth are righteous, everything...

"Well, the usage of the Eastern faction is also unexpectedly consistent." Ollivander casually pulled out the wand, and immediately, the energy that Lynch had finally gathered was drained away.

"The core of the staff is slightly insufficient, so... acacia, bird and snake nerves, eleven inches!"

A blue-grey wand was held in Lynch's hand again. With a slight wave, the already broken counter finally fulfilled its destiny.

"The shape changes blessed by nature may have miraculous effects on transformation." Ollivander said excitedly, and then naturally pulled out the wand again.

"Ahem, Mr. Ollivander, so I don't have my wand yet...I mean, these three are pretty good."

"It's just good, kid." Ollivander shook his head and looked quite regretful, "Remember, the wand chooses the wizard."

"But, didn't they choose me? Why do I feel... so comfortable?" Lynch scratched his head. Although he regretted not trying them all, to be fair, the performance of the last few wands was indeed in perfect harmony with Lynch.

Why don't you think this is better than holding a glow?

With a healing element, a brilliance and greatness, and one with its own innate skills, it can be said that each of them can be a worthy companion for Lynch.

Of course, it would be best to buy all three. I am not Hagrid, and the Ministry of Magic has not banned it...

"Each wizard can only hold one wand, so I think you need to choose the one that is most suitable and the one that understands you best."

Seemingly sensing Lynch's thoughts, Ollivander put away the three wands and then took out a shivering box from behind.

This is a tan wand. The thumb-thick wand still has threads after polishing the wooden texture. Under the texture, there are lines like blood veins running through it. Under the sunlight, it looks like...

Coated with fluorescent powder?

"Mr. Ollivander, this wand is a little hairy. I think the first two are good, or maybe apple wood."

Lynch said honestly, after all, the wand Ollivander took out at the end looked like it had just been pulled off a branch. If it hadn't been polished and polished, you would say it was a wand...

Well, the oak one is indeed more extreme than this. Under the circumstances that have been determined, Lynch's preconceived notions are not pleasing to his eyes.

"Showing hair?" Ollivander's eyebrows twitched. Such a skinny little wizard is indeed very rare.

Even those self-proclaimed aristocrats who have higher eyes than their own will have to be respectful when they see me?

Do you want them to try making a magic wand?

Will they?

"Come on, try it. According to my judgment, this should be the one that suits you best." Ollivander said with a smile, picked up the wand with both hands and bent down to hand it to Lynch.

Seeing Ollivander's serious attitude, Lynch couldn't help but become serious.

"I understand, Mr. Ollivander." Lynch nodded solemnly. After taking the wand with both hands, he looked at the wand carefully.

The body of the wand is slightly curved, and it seems to be somewhat flexible when held in hand. The wooden texture snakes upwards, and then converges with the red circuit at the tip of the wand.

Although they are both on the same wand, the decorations of two different colors give Lin Qi a sense of independence from each other.

They are criss-crossed, but incompatible with each other.

Could it be that... this is Ollivander's work, and some special... 3D effects are used on it?

In any case, at least in terms of appearance, Lynch Watch is quite satisfied. As for performance...

He held the staff in his right hand, his palm slightly contracted, but there was no sign of the expected vision being born.

After waving twice, the shelves fell over and the glass exploded, but none of it happened. It was like dying in Lynch's hands, letting the magic wash away, but not being able to fart.

"Oh, yes, that's it." Ollivander said excitedly, "Perfect, simply perfect, an unimaginable combination that can finally achieve such a wonderful effect."

"But... nothing happened." Lynch looked at Ollivander uncertainly.

Ollivander is an old man after all, maybe the excitement blinded his brain?

It can't even let out any light, how can it be called wonderful?

Sure enough, you shouldn't be too serious with your older grandfather, just like Tom in his prime, who gets into trouble with a child because of some gossip.

At such an old age, you can be Harry's grandfather, but you still can't think about it at all?

Lynch held the wand, intending to see how Ollivander would turn it around on his own, and Ollivander obviously didn't give it in vain.

In terms of staff making, looking at the whole of Europe, Ollivander said that as long as the old guy who settled in Austria was still embarrassed, no one would dare to compete for the first place.

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Tips!

If you are a young wizard from the Eastern sect, I would still recommend a wand made of peach wood and fireball dragon nerve as the wand core, which is 40 inches long and has good flexibility!

The American faction recommends the alloy faction, Adamantium alloy, vibranium, and Uru metal are all excellent products!

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