A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

The atmosphere in Ollivander's Wand Shop is a bit strange.

"Mr. Ollivander, something doesn't look right with you." Williamson's face gradually became serious.

"The last time I saw you, you were weird enough but not that uncomfortable. In fact, I thought you were a rather enthusiastic old man, but now—"

He slowly pulled out the wand from the wand pocket of his scarlet robe: "Have you been cast by some evil spell?"

The air in the room was condensed, and Snape calmly blocked Junifer and Endresi behind him.

"I'm fine, Williamson." With the wand pointed at him, Ollivander seemed much more normal. He spread his hands, indicating that there was no wand in his hand, and explained:

"I may be a little carried away, because I have made a new breakthrough in my magic wand theory, which is an extremely rare thing. And you are the first batch of customers after I made a theoretical breakthrough."

"I may have been a little too excited," he said.

"But I think I'd better make sure first. As you can see, I am an Auror after all." Williamson said, "Also, I have been having a bad feeling lately, as if something is about to happen."

"No resistance, just a harmless spell."

As he spoke, he waved his wand, and what followed was a quick and short spell, giving Ollivander no chance to react.

"FiniteIncantatem!"

I saw a little golden-red star burst out from the tip of the stick, turning into a wonderful halo and shrouding Ollivander. The shelves on both sides lit up, but then extinguished quickly.

"As you can see, I'm not under any spell."

Ollivander did not offer any resistance. He stood there and said lightly: "Anyone will be very excited after making a breakthrough, not to mention that what I made is a very important breakthrough."

He continued: "Although it is just an idea at the moment, as long as that idea turns around in my mind, all my nerves will tremble. It is really a genius idea!"

Seeing that the curse stopped causing any reaction, Williamson breathed a sigh of relief and put down his wand. This place contained his childhood memories, and he didn't want anything to happen.

But immediately, he started to have a headache.

The person he had just targeted was the leading wand maker in Europe. If he was complained, it would probably be more than just writing a report.

This made him lose interest in what Ollivander called "genius ideas".

"I'm very sorry." He apologized, "Your Majesty Ollivander, I hope you can forgive me for my recklessness."

"I seem to be a little nervous lately. I always have some unfounded ideas in my head, and I can't help but act on them." He rubbed his brows, "Maybe after I've been busy for a while, I should go to St. Mungo's. Get a therapist to prescribe me a palliative.”

"It doesn't matter." Ollivander waved his hand and said, "I remember that the wood of your wand is silver-haired basswood. Maybe your idea is not completely unfounded."

"Ha, are you talking about a premonition?" Williamson laughed at himself, "Although I always have a premonition, it never seems to be accurate..."

He suddenly paused and said: "But not long ago, it seemed that it was really accurate once..."

They exchanged some nonchalant words, and the tense scene gradually calmed down. Snape, who was standing aside, finally became impatient and said, "I think it's time to do something serious. I hope it can be done soon." End this farce."

"This is no farce, Snape." Ollivander said seriously, "But you are right, it is time to entertain my two little customers."

"Two little wizards, I hope I didn't scare you just now, but you have to know that the world of wizards is always full of surprises, and only the wand is trustworthy." He came over and said.

He looked at Yunivo, then at Endresi, took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, and asked: "Speaking of which, who do you plan to come first?"

"I'll go first," Yunivo said.

Under normal circumstances, he probably wouldn't care about it, but now that a conflict had just broken out, he felt that he should give it a try first.

Endrexi glanced at him and said nothing.

"A brave little wizard." Ollivander walked up to Yunivore and asked, "Which hand do you usually use?"

"I can use both hands, but I usually use my right hand," Yunieff said.

"Then take your right hand and raise your arm. Okay." He began to measure the size, even more carefully than Madam Malkin did, and he also measured the head circumference.

"Why do you need to measure your head circumference? What does the wand have to do with this?" Yunieff was more concerned about this.

"Some wands prefer smart wizards. Although a big head does not necessarily mean smart, based on my years of experience, it seems to have a certain relationship." Ollivander said, "Of course, it is limited to normal humans. The race has a small brain case and a small cerebrum.”

"Then what kind of wand will favor smart wizards?" Univer asked.

"That's a long story. Wands are composed of wood and core. We generally use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and fire dragon heartstrings for the core. They determine the character of the wand. There are many kinds of wood, which determine the character of the wand. Wand preference," he said as he measured it.

"Of course, this is not necessarily the case. After the two are combined, they will continue to influence each other and become unique."

"So, studying wands is a very mysterious thing, just like studying people and magic."

"As for what wands like smart wizards, black walnut generally prefers wizards with keen intuition, while grapevine prefers those with far-sightedness, and so on."

"Is this your new theory?" Yunieff asked tentatively.

"The new theory goes a step further. I always say that the wand chooses the wizard, and it is indeed the case. But a recent incident has made me think more deeply about this." Ollivander said.

"what's up?"

"Then it's a longer story..."

As he said this, he left the tape measure and continued to measure while he rummaged through the shelves and moved some long boxes down the ladder.

He took out a wand from one of the boxes, handed it to Yunieff, and said: "Grapevine wood, phoenix feather. Thirteen inches. The elasticity is average. Try it-"

Yunieff took it in his hand and showed no reaction.

"Try this one, ebony, unicorn hair, nine inches long, quite flexible."

Yunieff took it in his hand and showed no reaction at all.

"Picky customers, try this one again..."

Tried a few more, nothing happened.

"This is no longer a picky question..." Ollivander raised his eyes and asked suspiciously, "You are actually a Muggle, right?"

"No, my magic power is very restrained." Yunieff explained, "The only time it appeared was when my magic power exploded a few days ago."

"That was quite a burst of magic," Williamson added, "shaking several London neighborhoods and the fragile nerves of our ministers."

"Then I have never encountered such a thing." Ollivander thought for a while and asked, "Can you control your magic output a little?"

Yunieff blinked and asked innocently: "What should we do?"

"For example, cast a spell." Ollivander suggested.

"But I don't know how to do magic spells." Yunieff naturally couldn't cast another repair spell.

"..." Ollivander said nothing. This was the first time he encountered this situation.

"Perhaps you can learn a spell first and then come here." He thought for a while and said, "It only requires a simple spell. If you have a skilled teacher to teach you, you can learn it in a day or two."

Junifer looked at Snape.