A sharp Hogwarts

The flowing blade split two or three wooden boxes in one breath.

Finally, mixed with a hint of terrifying residual power, it was nailed to the side of the fourth wooden box.

Huh?

She just clearly...

Dalia blinked sheepishly and looked at her right hand in confusion.

"Sorry, I just-"

"I mean, swing it... not throw it."

Mr. Ollivander raised his eyebrows and made a few gestures while hesitating to speak.

However, he didn't say anything in the end, and instead handed Dalia a new knife that shone silvery white.

"Forget it, try this one, and hold on tighter this time—black walnut handle, tempered in unicorn blood, eight and a half inches long, forged with unicorn horn powder. And don't Aim at me or the knife holder, just swing it towards the wall..."

"Well, don't worry. I will wave slowly this time, slowly..."

Dalia nodded seriously, holding the handle of the knife tightly with her right hand, and slashed as if cutting cowhide.

whoosh-

clap clap-

A stream of light lit up again, accompanied by a crashing sound.

But this time, Dalia and Mr. Ollivander finally saw it clearly.

"Did you just see it?! Did you see it! I didn't swing it hard at all, that knife, that knife -"

"Well, it took the initiative to light up and broke free."

Mr. Ollivander nodded quickly, his eyes moving excitedly between Dahlia and the missing blade.

"Interesting, interesting-"

"Let's try this, poplar wood handle, tempered by dragon's blood——"

whoosh-

"What about this one? Rosewood, forged with cat and leopard whiskers -"

whoosh-

"Willow wood, blood quenching of the horse-shaped water monster, and continuous forging of red hat heart powder?"

whoosh-

whoosh-

Dalia tried one magic knife after another.

The wall not far away was covered with knives, and it looked like someone was practicing knife throwing skills on that wall.

"Don't you mean, eh? Let me see, - what do they have in common, weird - maybe I should try that?"

However, Mr. Ollivander seemed to understand something.

He did not continue searching the shop for other possible wooden boxes.

Under Dalia's confused gaze, Mr. Ollivander turned and walked towards the back room.

A few minutes later, the old man came out with a pile of dusty wooden boxes, and piled them beside Dalia in one fell swoop.

It's just that compared to the magic knives hanging and displayed in the store, the styles of these are obviously different.

"Are these...also magic knives?"

"Of course, but these are mainly used by some wizards abroad -"

Ollivander shrugged and frowned at Dahlia and the dusty magic knives.

"Wizards from different countries have different abilities and understandings of magic. Although it's not common, maybe your magic ability has some foreign origin?"

Foreign... knife?

Daria looked at the blades in the boxes in confusion.

In fact, she had seen almost all of them - in the memories of her previous life.

Thin-edged knives, willow-edged knives, de-edged knives...

These are the most common Japanese or Southeast Asian kitchen knives.

as well as……

The back of a knife is thin at the front and thick at the back. The front end is semi-arc, and the back is thick and square...

It looks like a clumsy guy - the most common chopping knife in China, or a must-have for every household - a kitchen knife.

Without any hesitation, Dalia reached out and touched the ugly and silly-looking kitchen knife.

Dalia held the handle of the knife firmly and felt a sudden heat on her fingertips.

boom!

The air around him swelled, dust flew into the air, and a golden-red light bloomed from the tip of the knife.

Different from the previous flashes of light on the blade, countless fireworks-like Venuses surged and jumped at the tip of the blade.

The light spots filled the four walls of the store in an instant.

"I knew, oh, yes, yes, I knew—"

Mr. Ollivander was stunned for half a second, took a long breath, and shouted loudly.

He kept mumbling as he put Dalia's magic knife back into the box and wrapped it in layers of brown oilcloth.

"Wonderful...wonderful..."

"Eh?"

"Your soul, the blooming magical soul, is not a blank slate - she has her own talents and preferences."

Before Dalia could ask, Ollivander excitedly took the initiative to explain, his pale and colorless eyes staring at Dalia with interest.

"I know every magic knife in Ollivander's Smithy, Miss Dursley, every magic knife. And yours is actually an oriental style."

"Different from our division of chef's knives and boning knives, there are many differences and similarities with ours in terms of magic dishes and even magic - most top wizards are in the bottleneck period after middle age. You will try to get involved in the magic of other regions. You will have quite remarkable achievements in the magical world... Maybe you will make slow progress in learning at first, but you will not have a bottleneck period - and this knife is quenched with Kirin blood. Kirin Will guide you in the future - Qilin's approval is not something ordinary wizards can get."

Mr. Ollivander took a long breath, carefully handed the box in his hand to Dalia, and said in an erratic voice.

"More importantly, the Qilin Sword... usually represents prophetic abilities, leadership abilities, and a mind that transcends ordinary people - great evildoers or goddesses and saints."

"...Qilin?"

Dalia frowned, not as excited as Ollivander imagined.

That is an auspicious beast from Eastern mythology. The blood of the auspicious beast is tempered. This does not sound like something serious at all.

You know, although she is not a saint, she is definitely not a psychologically twisted pervert. As for the future vision, she made it up to deceive people.

"How about I change it..."

click-

slam-la-

Ding, ding, ding——

At this moment, a strange sound of metal dragging on the ground suddenly came from the right side of the store.

Dalia followed the sound and looked over, and then she discovered that some extremely strange boxes had appeared in the right corner.

Different from other boxes, those boxes were all made of metal, and there were circles of iron chains wrapped around them, as if they were locked up with some kind of monster.

"Well, Mr. Olivier, those are..."

Dalia turned her head and was about to ask when she suddenly felt a huge push.

"Those are not things you can buy. Only Aurors can buy them... knives. Those are too early for you."

"Can--"

"Don't ask, don't pry...Okay, keep your knife."

As if he had seen some evil spirit, Mr. Ollivander hurriedly pushed the packed box into Dalia's arms.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his hands and "bombed" Dalia out of the store, half pushing and half driving.

Of course, before leaving, Ollivander still did not forget to collect the seven galleons for the sword purchase.

boom!

"call……"

Mr. Ollivander closed the door hard.

"That child, could he be the reincarnation of some devil..."

As Dalia left, the clanging metal box finally stopped.

After waiting for a while, Mr. Ollivander pulled the chains of the metal boxes and dragged them into the dark secret room on the right side of the store.

The bottom of the wooden door at the entrance to the secret room was covered with all kinds of terrible scratches, as if something was rubbing back and forth on it.

bang.

He threw the box into the corner.

The dim candlelight reflected the murderous oriental character on the box.

If Dalia were here, she would definitely recognize her immediately.

【Chinese】