Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

"Good morning!" An old man stared at Harry with very pale eyes, "I've been wondering when I'll see you, Mr. Potter. Your eyes are as beautiful as your mother's, when she came here to buy Walking the first wand seems like it was yesterday. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, and swishes."

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, and stronger. In fact, the wand chose him." Ollivander suddenly glanced up and down with a strange look Harry, the expression on his face became extremely weird.He moved closer and closer to Harry, his nose almost touching Harry's face, and Harry could already see himself reflected in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander. I think Harry can't wait to have a wand." Brian helped Harry out.

Harry glanced at Brian gratefully, and had to say that Ollivander's enthusiasm exceeded his imagination.Ollivander didn't expect Brian to ask such a question suddenly, he was taken aback immediately, and after a while, he said: "Of course, our little wizard really needs a wand, but remember, it's a wand Choosing a wizard."

Ollivander had been looking at Harry as he spoke, at the lightning scar scar on Harry's forehead to be exact.

"Okay, let me take a look!" Ollivander did not continue to stare at Harry, he took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, and said slowly: "Which one do you use? Arms with wands?"

"Oh, oh I'm right-handed"

"Put your arms up, please." Ollivander measured Harry, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head.

As he measured it, he explained to Harry and Brian: "Every Ollivander wand has a super strong magical substance, which is its essence. The core we usually use is a unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves, every Ollivander wand is unique as no two unicorns, phoenixes and dragons are exactly alike. Of course if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard , it will never have such a good effect.”

Mr. Ollivander is undoubtedly the best wand maker in the world, and it is rumored that many foreign wizards have come to London just to buy one of his wands.But Ollivander doesn't seem to fully explain the making of wands, because there are still some ancient recipes, handed down from rare wands, and those wands are very rare and suitable for a few people.

Harry nodded half-understanding, and asked, "Mr. Ollivander, are you over 2000 years old this year?"

Brian listened to this incident, and suddenly his face twitched. Hagrid laughed loudly. The laughter was hearty and thunderous, and it spread far and wide. From time to time, someone came in to check the situation.

The corner of Ollivander's mouth twitched, a smile appeared on his cold face, and there was a hint of warmth in his light eyes: "Of course not, why would Mr. Potter ask such a question."

"I saw the wooden sign at the door."

Hearing Harry's nonsense, Hagrid couldn't help shaking his head again, muttering in his mouth, Ollivander showed a proud expression, and slowly said: "I belong to the Ollivander family, all Ollivanders All the stickmakers in the House of De will be called Ollivanders."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared among the densely packed shelves.Harry's face immediately turned purple, and his expression was as ugly as it could be. He stammered, "That's great." He wanted to say something, but he saw him walking away with a box. out.

"Then Mr. Potter, please try this one, made of beech wood and dragon's heart nerve. Nine inches. Not bad, very flexible, give it a try."

Harry took the wand apprehensively, and Ollivander immediately snatched the wand away as soon as he waved it.

"It doesn't look right, try this one, alder, phoenix feather, seven inches long, good spring, try it."

Harry tried wand after wand, and the pile of tried wands piled higher and higher on the bench.Finally got the holly wood, phoenix feather wand that was destined to belong to him.Harry was very happy, but was taken aback by Ollivander's wonderful language. He paid Ollivander seven Galleons, and quickly stood beside Hagrid.

Ollivander didn't care too much, turned to look at Brian, and said softly, "Sir, I think it's your turn."

Like Harry, Brian also indicated that he was right-handed.In the same way, the size was measured first, and then Ollivander selected a suitable wand and handed it to Brian for a try.

Soon, Ollivander took out some long boxes from the shelves.

"It needs about 10 to 14 inches in length." Ollivander tilted his head slightly, looked at Brian carefully, and said lightly: "Come and try this one, willow, fourteen inches, unicorn hair, yes A fine, fine wand."

Taking the wand, Brian waved it casually, without any response.Knowing that it was not his own wand, he returned it to Ollivander on his own initiative.

"Made of vine wood, containing the heart tendons of a dragon, 14 inches, hard texture...it doesn't seem right." Ollivander thought for a while, and pulled out a box from under the counter. "A customer who is as picky as Mr. Potter, Rare. Let me see, oh, try this one. Fourteen inches long, yew, with thestral tail feathers core."

Brian took the wand and enchanted it from start to finish.A thick black light flashed across the black stick body, and Brian seemed to be able to hear the screams of the soul in his ears.

"Is this my wand?" the thought flashed across Brian's mind.

Ollivander reached out a hand and took the wand away from him. "No, not yet. It fits nicely, but it's not this one." He returned to the shelf himself, and removed a long, worn-out gray box from the very top.Covered with thick dust.

"Old formula, unknown material. This is a wand discovered by the ancestor of the Ollivander family 2000 years ago. Unknown material, unknown core, but the magic conductivity is surprisingly strong. The characteristics are Hard, very hard. I heard a wand respond, but I don't know if it's it." Ollivander spoke slowly, frantically, in a strange tone.

"Cough cough cough cough" After the box was opened, several people were choked by the dust scattered in the air and coughed again and again.Brian looked into the box while fanning the dust in the air.

The whole body of this wand is silvery white, carved with strange patterns.Brian even thought it was a little coquettish.What's more, the silver-white magic wand was shaking.

Yes, Brian swore he was right, the wand shook by itself, albeit extremely slightly.There was an impulse in his heart, an irrepressible feeling, and he wanted to grab the wand impatiently.

Ollivander looked very happy, with an elegant and gentle smile on Bai's face: "Great, great, it's him. Come on, wave it."

It was cold to the touch, as if it had been taken out of the refrigerator.A stream of heat gushes out from the wand along the fingertips, and a silver halo emits from the top of the wand, projecting onto the four walls, sacred and solemn.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining his own magic wand. The system panel is now open. Congratulations to the host for taking the first step on the road to becoming the strongest wizard in the wizarding world, and the next step is to conquer the wizarding world.

Brian looked serious, not because the chicken soup was bad, but because a virtual parchment appeared in front of him, and a series of information finally appeared in front of Brian

Host: Brian

Occupation: Wizard

Magic Bar: None

Magic item: Sealed wand (material unknown)

Mana: 5

Upgrade Points: 0

Novice task completion: 50%

Brian stared at the column of magic items in front of him, countless question marks flashed in his mind? ? ?

Boss, change one.Do not seal it!