Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

With a hint of curiosity, Ohm took the cherry wood wand.

The moment he took it, Ohm felt all the spiritual energy in his body rushing towards the wand, as if a drain valve had been installed in the reservoir, but this cherry wood wand was just a slender small water pipe. If you pour your own spiritual energy into it, it will definitely be destroyed!

Wouldn’t that mean you have to lose money? ! !

Ohm tried his best to suppress the surging spiritual energy in his body, and for a moment he stood stiffly on the spot.

"Relax, Mr. Messiah, and wave." Ollivander thought Ohm was too nervous and encouraged him with a smile.

"Mr. Ollivander, are you sure? I'm afraid it might cause damage to the other wands in the shop."

Holding the cherry wood wand, Ohm had to grit his teeth to ensure that his psychic energy would not explode out at once.

"My dear child, the box I hold my wand in is not something that a little wizard of your age can damage. Just release your magic power."

Ollivander found that he liked this child more and more, he was sensible and calm.Unlike other little wizards who get their wands and wave them around, making a mess in the shop and maybe even poking their own eyes.

"You said so, sir!"

Ohm raised his wrist with the smallest strength, and a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the air. Countless long boxes flew to the ceiling and were deeply embedded inside.

Ohm breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that none of the wands were damaged.

It was this breath that directly blew the cherry wood wand in his hand into flying ash.

Ohm's eyes widened in disbelief, and the ringing of the Golden Galleons' departure seemed to ring in his ears. He didn't dare to raise his head to look at Mr. Ollivander's expression now.

"First-first-sir?"

At this moment, Ohm was simply possessed by Quirrell, and his stuttering voice was exactly the same.

Unspeakable guilt filled his heart. Even though Mr. Ollivander trusted him so much, he still broke the wand.

crackle crackle...

The wand in his arms was scattered on the ground. Ollivander grabbed Orm's hand without saying a word, turned it over and looked at it carefully.

Ohm could feel the magic power in the old man's body piercing through the skin on the back of his hand like filaments, just like the tentacles of a jellyfish he had seen on TV in an electronics store.

Ollivander carefully felt the magic power in Ohm's body, and even used his fingertips to twist a little of the remains of the cherry wood wand in his palm and smell it under his nose.

The cool smell of paste and years of experience told Ollivander that the wand was "melted" by a huge amount of magic power in an instant!

"Wonderful...wonderful...what a rare phenomenon..." He murmured and thrust the magic tentacles into Ohm's body.

As a descendant of wand craftsmanship that has been passed down for hundreds of years, Ollivander rarely uses this method of determining the corresponding wand type by directly feeling the magic in the customer's body.

Compared to this method that relies more on experience and accumulation, he is more accustomed to using precise data to calculate wands that match the little wizards.

The moment his protruding magic tentacles came into contact with Ohm's spiritual energy, Ollivander withdrew his palm like lightning, and the magic tentacles instantly disintegrated as if they were burned by something hot.

It was like touching the sun!

This little wizard has power far beyond that of ordinary people!

Ollivander looked at his palm in surprise, and then at Ohm who was confused. Then he put down his hand and bowed slightly apologetically to Ohm.

"I should apologize to you, child." Ollivander said: "Even though I have felt your extraordinary talent just now, I still firmly believe that my wand can carry your power. This is really my fault as a wandmaker. A big mistake."

"Mr. Ollivander, you don't have to do this."

Om was surprised, dodged Ollivander's apology, gently held the old man's arm, and asked him to straighten up.

"No, Mr. Messiah, I regret to tell you." Ollivander looked at Ohm with his light eyes and said, "I'm afraid I don't have a wooden wand that can fit you."

"What do you mean?" Ohm keenly grasped the word "wooden" in Ollivander's words.

Ollivander showed a mysterious smile, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.Ohm saw a long box flying down from the top of the shelf. It looked no different from other wand boxes.

But when Ollivander opened it, the dark color instantly caught Ohm's eye.

This is a metal wand!

"Everyone can get a wand that suits them at Ollivander's Wand Shop, even the mysterious man!" Ollivander said proudly, pulling out the metal wand from the box and turning one end of the handle Hand it to Ohm.

"20.00% rubidium iron of nine, 30.00% mithril of three, 30.00% orichalcum of five, and three percent fine gold, embedded with the heart tendon of the black dragon of Heshidry, fourteen and three-quarter inches , a bit heavy but comfortable in the hand. This is my experiment to break through the constraints of wand materials. After making it, I found that no one can match its appetite, but now, maybe..."

Ollivander handed the metal wand with feather-like patterns engraved on its surface forward, and Ohm reached out to take it.

The moment Ohm touched the wand, he felt a sudden heat on his fingertips, as if he was touching his own No. 11 finger instead of a cold wand.

He raised his wand high, his eyes flashed with spiritual light, and a two-headed eagle fluttered out from the tip of the wand. It was solemn and vigorous, and its feathers seemed to be made of gold.

At this moment, Ohm realized very clearly that this metal wand was probably the most suitable wand for him at the moment!

"Okay! Great! My theory is correct! My calculation is correct! The soul of the wand does not only exist in the wooden body!"

Ollivander raised his hands high, jumping up and down like a child, staring almost obsessively at the two-headed eagle circling in the store, tears even flowing from his pale and colorless eyes.

For the old wandmaker, a successful experiment is more important than anything else!

It wasn't until the eagle turned into tiny specks of light that he took out a handkerchief stained with varnish and sawdust from his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Praise be to you, Ohm Messiah, for showing me another possibility of the wand."

"I just waved my wand, Mr. Ollivander."

Om waved his hands repeatedly, but couldn't take his eyes away from his wand for a moment.

This is an instrument that can turn the bench into a flying bird!

Now that I have my own wand, I should be considered a small step on the path to becoming a wizard, right?

"How much does this cost, sir?" Ohm took out the bag containing galleons from his arms, already prepared for heavy bleeding.

"Money? No, no, dear boy."

Ollivander restored the store to its original state with a wave of his hand, looked at Ohm lovingly, and said: "Before you came, I always thought that my metal wand theory was wrong, and you helped me prove my metal wand theory. Still needs some tweaking, maybe, but nothing wrong. That alone will save you from having to pay for this wand."

Seeing Ohm's hesitant expression, Ollivander knew that the little guy was embarrassed to admit his feelings.The old man patted his forehead and said to Ohm: "Maybe you can send me a letter every week to tell me how you feel about using it, so that I can also make modifications to the new wand. How about it, kid?"

"...I won't forget it, Mr. Ollivander."

How could Ohm not understand that this was the old man who asked him to take away the wand with peace of mind, saying that he was just writing the letter to make himself feel better.

This made Ohm decide to buy an owl from the owl shop he just passed by. He felt that it was a rare thing to make friends with a wise and skilled wizard like Mr. Ollivander, not to mention Ollivander and Deng. Bullido has white hair. Maybe white-haired wizards are so powerful?

At this moment, the store door was opened from the outside.