Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

"Jingle Bell!"

After pushing open the door of Ollivander's Wand Shop, the bell rang, and Miss Cassandra entered the store carrying her dog.

Surrounded by miscellaneous shelves filled with wands.

"The wand is hawthorn and the core is unicorn feathers. It fits perfectly."

Draco was receiving the wand, his pale face flushed, and he was filled with excitement and joy. This was the moment he truly had his own wand.

Behind him, Lucius had a dull expression. Just a wand could not move the pure-blood noble.

Hearing the bell, he turned to look at the person coming in.

I hope it's not Weasley... Lucius thought.

I saw a familiar redhead on the street just now. Today, all magic families will come to Diagon Alley without exception.

Not only is it to teach the children about their social circle today, but everyone also has an important purpose, to meet the savior hidden by Dumbledore, the boy-who-lived, Harry Potter.

Potter is a magical family.

The other party must know how to show up today, become the leader of this generation of Hogwarts students, and promote his legend of saving the wizarding world.

Even Minister of Magic Fudge went to Diagon Alley today just to wait for Harry Potter.

"Mr. Ollivander, I brought my brother to choose a wand."

He made a voice like a arrogant kitten and took the first step to assume an intimidating posture.

When Cassandra saw the Malfoy family here, she was afraid that Lucius would make pure-blood remarks again and insinuate her brother.

Raise eyebrows!

Lucius didn't smile when he saw the eldest daughter of the Woley family. He stretched out his hand and patted Draco on the shoulder, indicating not to play too much.

When I saw the boy following Cassandra again, he was not a white-skinned British man, but a yellow-skinned Zhongzhou man.

He scrunched his nose vigorously, as if the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of mud, and had a sad expression on his face.

Draco, who was pulled aside by Lucius, stared at the girl walking in front of him, with flowing and beautiful blond hair, her head raised and smiling like a proud peacock.

The eldest lady of the Woley family, Cassandra.

Beautiful, but prickly.

Draco turned his gaze to the young man following Cassandra, and was stunned when he saw his appearance. He never thought that a Middle-earth person would be admitted to Hogwarts.

And he was in the same class as himself.

He was taken by the eldest lady of the Woley family and called his younger brother. It could not be a blood relationship. It could only be that he had some ability that attracted the attention of the eldest lady of the Woley family.

Is it worth making friends with?

Goyle and Crabbe can only be regarded as followers, but they will definitely abandon themselves when they are in danger. They have no practical effect at all. If they can have an ally of the same age...

No, he must meet Harry Potter first. Harry Potter is the most suitable ally for him... Draco firmly believed.

Looking back at Ricardo's back, he smiled arrogantly and raised his eyebrows frivolously.

Let's use him as a spare tire for now.

The Malfoy and his son walked out of Ollivander's Wand Shop, while Professor McGonagall and a Miss Beaver had just come out of Diagon Alley and walked towards Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Hermione Granger.

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Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"Girl of the Warley family, your wand uses thunderbird feathers as the core. Taking the wand away is like yesterday. You can still remember it."

Ollivander crossed out the wand Malfoy had taken away from him in his notebook.

His gaze also shifted from Cassandra to Ricardo behind him.

"Boy of Middle-earth, please hold out your dominant hand and I will select your wand."

Put the quill down and wait for Ricardo's move.

However, it was not the hand that was waiting.

Ricardo took out a pure white ore from somewhere and placed it on Ollivander's counter.

"Sorry, before I choose a wand, could I ask you sir to make me a wand, using this as the wand material."

The richness of resources can never be compared to that of Tianfu Sichuan. When Ricardo found the Iron-eating Beast, the rare magic ore was buried under the bamboo, and the Iron-eating Beast was still fighting for the bamboo with ordinary pandas.

The ordinary panda turned to Drunken Fist and knocked out the iron-eating beast, allowing Ricardo to take the goods away with him.

This rare magic ore is the feces of the iron-eating beast.

Ollivander was ready to touch the boy's bones as usual and let him hold the stick, but he never thought of hitting a brick on the counter to fully express the rabbit's friendly greetings.

After hearing what Ricardo said clearly, I held the ore with both hands, thinking it would be heavy, but when I held it in my hands, it felt light and weightless.

Carefully rub the texture of the ore with your fingertips, the clean ore like ice emits white mist, and the magic in your body pours into the ore uncontrollably.

It is also this layer of white mist that creates the floating effect.

Rare magic ore? !

It had been many years since he had seen this precious item. Ollivander's eyes widened and he carefully observed the ore, recalling in his mind the method of making a wand that had not been used for many years.

Really, since the extinction of the iron-eating beasts, there has been no source of rare magic ore. A small piece on the market can be sold for a sky-high price, but the amount is not enough to make a wand.

So much so that Mr. Ollivander believed that he would never have the opportunity to make a metal wand again in this life.

Rub your nose up and smell the scent of the magic mine carefully.

correct!

It is even purer than the magic ore in the world, which shows that the iron-eating beast that produced this rare magic ore is a super powerful existence.

(Iron-eating beast: Am I strong... I eat bamboo, I am a panda)

Ollivander looked at the young man in front of him, and he did hear him say that he was looking for him to make a wand.

His hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

His eyes shifted from the magic mine to his own hands. A pair of old wrinkled hands, no matter how skilled they were, they could not withstand the torture of years.

Moreover, my energy level has dropped, and making wands every day is all I need, and it is impossible to touch the making of metal wands.

It is a process that consumes energy and energy.

No matter how much you long to make another metal wand, if you don't have the ability, you won't have it. In the end, you won't even be able to complete it, and this precious material will be damaged.

"Hey."

Desire has no value to the elderly, but the cherishment of the wand will never change, and it is this cherishment that makes Ollivander choose to go against his desires and give up making metal wands.

"Sorry, sir, I no longer have the ability to make a metal wand. If you need it, I can introduce you to someone who can make a metal wand."

"In addition, the higher the quality of the rare magic ore, the higher the temperature required, and your ore needs to be melted at a temperature of at least [-] degrees before being cast into a wand."

"Metal wands are different from wooden wands. Wooden wands need cores to activate magic power, but metal wands need inscriptions, which are words with magic power. They only exist in ancient stories and are now lost."

"The last step is to burn the inscription on the metal wand at the moment of shaping, so that the wand can truly have an amplifying effect."

This is the whole process.

Just like the pharaoh's tin staff in ancient Egypt, it will be engraved with the Eye of Horus, which symbolizes everything.

Merlin, the prophet of Great Britain, also had an inscription engraved on his wand, Avalon.

It was just recorded in fairy tale novels by future generations, and no one believed in the back of the fairy tale. It was not a story, but a history.

Ollivander looked at Cassandra, to be precise, Cassandra's earrings, on which was the icon of the Woley family.

Hand pointing icon.

"If you are making a wand for yourself, you need to find your own inscription. But if you give it to the lady next to you, her family has a very good inscription."

Because Ollivander signed a contract spell when making wands for other families, even if Ollivander knew some inscriptions, the elf script of Great Britain, or the rune script of Northern Europe, he could not tell others, and he was not allowed to violate the contract curse.

But seeing the icon of the Woley family, I recalled that my ancestors had made magic props for the Woley family, and it was the Woley family who provided the inscription at that time.

It's a choice.

Such good materials, even if cut into pieces and sold, can make this Central-Continent boy prosperous throughout his life.

Or make a wand for the girl next to you.

"Brother, no..."

It seems that at this moment, I feel the difference between Ricardo.

Cassandra never thought that the boy who slept in her arms last night would quietly take out the rare magic ore that other families were snatching up.

"I have the flame and the inscription now. Mr. Ollivander, can you tell me how to make a wand."

Stretch out your left hand and burn the flame.

Ricardo suppressed the release range of the flames, and borrowed the volcanic-level flames from the Flame Lion. The temperature sleeping in the flames exploded, and evaporated all the moisture in the air as soon as it appeared in the wand shop.

The temperature soared.

The magic ore was pinched by Ricardo. The temperature of the flames turned the magic ore into a liquid state, and it was controlled by magic power so that it would not drip.

The temperature is still rising, the wooden shelves are also bursting into flames, and all the wands are corroded by the high temperature.

Ollivander marveled at the scene in front of him. He had never heard of humans being able to control flames above a thousand degrees. Even magic could not achieve this.

But, this boy did it.

Picking up the burning wand, he walked out from the counter and came to the boy.

The messy white hair fell down, and his forehead was covered with sweat. His body was dehydrated due to the high temperature, but he did not hesitate to hold the wand in his hand.

If other magic families want to make it, they need to find a suitable environment for refining, an extinct volcano.

However, it is extremely difficult to truly control lava, and the failure rate is extremely high.

"Give me control of the wand...and you control the fire..."

I didn't dare to say another word to save energy, as smoke was already coming out of my throat and my voice was much hoarse.

The eyes are bright and bright.

As I said, if you could make a magic wand, and make it perfectly, you could even give up your life.

Ollivander is not prepared to destroy his own brand.

Use a flaming wand to control the liquid metals and spin them, just like rubbing putty. Use even force and fine control to become a wand.

Round and slender, shining with silvery white light, the handle, body and head of the wand are undergoing final shaping.

However, there seems to be too much material.

Ollivander finally lost to his own greed, his eyes flashed with madness. If his life passed away in the next second, he would only be able to leave behind a metal wand.

He is not willing to give in, he needs more honor.

So the extra material was used to make another one, both of which were in absolutely perfect condition, missing only the final inscription.

"Mr. Ollivander?"

Ricardo was also aware of the old man's thoughts, but there was only one inscription that could be burned, so he chose to burn the inscriptions of the Woley family on both.

The opponent's body is depleted in seconds. The Flame Lion's flames are not protected by a guardian spell and will cause irreversible injuries.