Master Druid Fish at Hogwarts

In fact, Fei Xu also knows that there is probably something wrong with doing this.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help it.

Fortunately, as Mr. Ollivander said, this wand was indeed very hard. Fish bit it down, leaving only a shallow tooth mark.

However, it seemed to be stimulated by this, and streaks of white light burst out from the tip of the stick crazily, hitting the shelf next to it and blowing the box above to pieces.

"Running Gorgon!"

Professor McGonagall quickly pulled out her wand and cast a protective spell to block the white light that was still spraying wildly. Mr. Ollivander also snatched the wand out of Fish's mouth as quickly as possible.

Regardless of whether this wand is suitable for Fish, after all this trouble, it will definitely not serve Fish.

"Fish! The wand is not a teething stick! It cannot be used for biting!"

Professor McGonagall scolded her cat child, while pressing his head and bowing to apologize to Mr. Ollivander.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ollivander, but some of this child's habits still haven't changed."

"It's okay, I understand..." Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand in his hand distressedly, then glanced at Fish who still had a confused expression (pretending to be). After a long sigh, he finally had no intention of pursuing the matter. .

"Just don't do this next time. Not all wands are as hard as this one."

"Did you hear that? Fish!"

"Meow~"

Although he was very dissatisfied with the previous behavior of the young customer in front of him, Mr. Ollivander still forgave him.

No matter how close Fish is to animals, most people will not easily dislike him, including Dumbledore, let alone Ollivander.

Moreover, Mr. Ollivander, who knew Fish's "life", also felt that the situation was excusable. If other young wizards dared to do this, even if that person was the child of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Ollivander would not do it again. business.

So the selection of wands continues.

Mr. Ollivander picked up a wand, thought about it, put it back, took out another wand from the bottom of the box pile, and handed it to Fish carefully.

"Horbeam, phoenix feather, eleven and one-third inches, characterized by...well...very hardness."

This time, Fish didn't make any mistakes. He took the wand and waved it, but nothing happened.

While Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief, he quickly took the wand out of his hand, and then took out the wand he had put back before.

"Ebony, unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, very flexible...just be careful, it's not as stiff as the first two wands."

After many instructions, Mr. Ollivander handed the wand into Fish's hand.

This time Feishu's swing finally had some reaction, a glimmer of light that would have been ignored if not careful flashed past the tip of the stick, but that was all.

This reaction obviously did not satisfy Mr. Ollivander, so he took back the wand and replaced it with a new one.

"Black walnut, thunderbird tail feathers, nine inches, not very easy to control, but very popular with shapeshifters... not too hard either."

"Crackling."

There was a flash of lightning, and the reaction was bigger this time, but Mr. Ollivander was still not satisfied.

"Mahogany, unicorn tail hair, thirteen inches, pliable, perfect for transfiguration."

Seemingly influenced by Fish's status as a "born Animagus", Mr. Ollivander's chosen direction focused on transfiguration.

Well, except for the hornbeam one.

The reaction of the first two wands made Mr. Ollivander feel that his idea was correct.

As a result, the moment Fish grabbed the mahogany wand, Mr. Ollivander discovered that his guess was wrong.

He snatched it back before Fish could wave his wand, shaking his head at the same time.

"It seems we are going in the wrong direction..." Mr. Ollivander picked through a pile of boxes for a long time before he found a wand and put it in Fish's hand, "Yew, the heart nerve of the fire dragon. , ten and two-thirds inches, a very powerful wand."

Fish waved it, and a bunch of sparks popped out.

"This isn't right either."

The wand in his hand was withdrawn again, and Fish became a little impatient.

"Minerva."

Fish pursed his lips and looked at Professor McGonagall.

"You have to be patient, my dear," Professor McGonagall comforted him: "The choice of wand is a very important thing for wizards, and it cannot be taken lightly."

"But this is really boring..."

Fish felt a little wilted. At first, he would be attracted by the strange light effects, but after being novel for a while, he gradually became bored with this boring act of waving a wand.

"Oh I see!"

Mr. Ollivander seemed to be inspired by the conversation between the two. He stopped searching in the pile of boxes at his feet and started searching on the shelves again.

"Here, try this one. It's made of sycamore tree. It's suitable for curious masters. The core of the stick is the tail feathers of a phoenix. It's nine inches."

Fish, who had lost his initial enthusiasm, waved casually. Although nothing happened, Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands suddenly, "That's it!"

Then he changed another wand for Fish to try.

"Meow!"

Fish has never been patient with things that he is not interested in. If he hadn't wanted a magic wand, he would have lost his temper and run away.

After trying several wands back and forth, Fish became more and more irritable and his little face became more and more smelly, while Mr. Ollivander seemed more and more happy.

For a wand maker, the more discerning a customer is, the greater the sense of accomplishment when meeting their needs.

"I think we're pretty close to the final answer."

Mr. Ollivander also noticed Fish's impatience. While replacing the wand, he kept comforting Fish to prevent him from taking another bite of the wand he made.

"Maybe this is it."

Mr. Ollivander took out a wand made of several vines intertwined and handed it to Fish's hand.

"Grapevine wood, twelve inches. The core of the wand is made of cat and leopard hair. In order to test the effects of different wand cores, I went to Appalachia to buy it from the Cherokee tribe, a wand maker in North America. Johannes Jonker likes to use it as a wand core, and after several attempts, I still think that phoenix feathers, unicorn hair and fire dragon heart nerves are the best wand core materials.”

When it comes to wand making, Mr. Ollivander is somewhat eloquent.

"Although I no longer use cat and leopard hair as the core of my wand, there are no problems with this wand from material to technology, and it is still one of my favorite works."

Although Ollivander said a lot, Fish was not interested at all. He took the wand casually and was about to wave it casually as before, when he suddenly felt his hand holding the wand getting warm.

Feishu subconsciously followed the direction of the force and waved his arm vigorously.

As he waved his arms, the entire interior of the store was enveloped in a layer of vibrant green light. New branches were taken out from the wooden bookshelves and benches. The branches quickly grew and stretched out, and hung layers of With green leaves, the originally dilapidated shop was instantly decorated with lush green leaves.

"This is it!" Mr. Ollivander shouted excitedly: "There will be no wand more suitable for you! Mr. McGonagall!"

"Grapevine wood is more sensitive than any wand made of wood in terms of instantly connecting with the wand owner!" Mr. Ollivander excitedly explained to Fish and Professor McGonagall: "I have witnessed similar scenes twice. This is the third time, and without exception they are all grapevine wood.”

Fish was not interested in the trivia about wands at all, and was happily playing with the wand in his hand.

When I used this wand just now, I felt that it was indeed different from other wands. This old man with silver eyes was a bit rough on his teeth, but he did have a good hand in selecting wands.

Fish held the wand, looked at Minerva who was paying Mr. Ollivander, and recalled the spells she had cast on him...

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Professor McGonagall turned around and looked at Fish, who was pointing his wand at him with a confused look on his face.

"The pronunciation is very accurate, dear Fish, but the magic spell is not just about shouting out. But don't worry, there is still a month until the start of school. During this time, I will teach you carefully about it. Knowledge of spells.”

Professor McGonagall squatted in front of Fish, with a gentle smile on his face, gently stroked his head, and said softly.

However, Fei Xu felt a chill down his spine at this moment. If he were in the form of a cat now, all the hair on his body would have exploded.

Fish blinked twice, quickly put back the wand in his hand, lay down on the ground, then lifted up his clothes, revealing his belly to Professor McGonagall, with a fawning smile on his face.

"Meow~~~"(●?w?●)

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