hogwarts rose

Ollivander Wand Shop.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Oncasia took Triya's hand into this small-looking wand shop full of old atmosphere.

Triya had just finished eating her ice cream standing at the door, and now she was looking at the store curiously beside her brother.

Rows of wooden shelves were piled high with small boxes that, if they were all wands, would at least be enough for every wizard in England to throw one at a time.

"Oh~"

one.Suddenly poked his head out from behind the shelf, looked into Angcasia's eyes and let out a sigh.

"It's a pair of familiar eyes, I guess."

The old man came out, still holding some strange-shaped pieces of wood in his hands.

"It's the little Mister Blacks, isn't it?"

He walked behind a desk that looked like a cash register, and noticed Tria again, who was blocked by Oncasia.

"Of course, and a beautiful Miss Blake."

"Good day sir, we want to buy wands."

Oncasia politely led Tria forward, while Ollivander put a bunch of things in his hands under the counter.

"Of course, then, let's take the measurements first."

Mr. Ollivander came out of the counter with a measuring tape.

"Set an example for Miss, Mr. Black."

Ollivander's tape was on Oncasia's shoulder.

"Which hand do you wield your wand with?"

"Right hand, sir."

The tape measure moved left and right on Ancasia's body neatly, wishing to measure the length of each knuckle.

Mr. Ollivander turned left and right as the tape worked, watching Uncasia.

"Try this one."

Mr. Ollivander rummaged through the shelves for a while, and produced a brown wand with a straight body.

"Beech and snake nerve, 13 inches, tough. Come on, give it a swing."

Ancasia held it in his hand and waved it lightly.

A light blue magic power sprang out from the tip of the wand, circled around the wand shop, and finally landed on the hem of Tria's skirt. The light blue magic power shone like glitter powder. Wearing a tria beige dress.

Made Tria so happy.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and jumped up and down twice.

"Brother, it is a fine wand."

Mr. Ollivander also nodded frequently, his tone full of surprise and praise.

"The body of the beech wood represents unparalleled wisdom and prestige, and the core of the snake nerve represents ambition and status."

Speaking of this, he paused, and continued.

"But I never thought a wand of this nature could display such a pure sense of guardianship! It's wonderful!"

He couldn't stop looking at the magic power full of gentle power on Triya's skirt, as if he was looking at the most magical creature in the world.

"Miss Black, let us also look forward to your wand."

Ollivander looked away reluctantly, and the tape measure that was put away jumped on Tria again.

"Yes sir, I use my right hand too!"

Tria was looking forward to it, and obediently stood there, watching Mr. Ollivander sized her up in circles, and then dived into the shelf.

"It's hard to choose, but it's possible to give it a try."

When Ollivander got out again, he held at least ten boxes in his arms.

He first drew out a moon-white wand, long and a bit like a bone.

"Ash body, unicorn hair core, 11 inches, nice."

He handed Tria the wand, and Tria took it, eager to wave it.

"boom!"

The magic power seemed to be compressed ten times and then released again. The poor ash wood wand exploded directly, and the snow-white unicorn tail fluttered pitifully in the air, making the atmosphere very awkward.

"I'm sorry sir, I..."

Tria didn't finish her sorry words, a wooden box was like a rocket, passing through countless shelves, hitting almost all the wand boxes, sparks and lightning flew towards Tria all the way.

Before it hit Triya, the wooden box hit the ground like crazy again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ollivander looked like he was about to cry.

"Don't hit it, don't hit it!"

He took out his wand in a panic and cast a spell on the wooden box, controlling it.

"I'll open it for you, don't bump into my baby box!"

Ollivander taught the contents of the box loudly, while drawing a few complicated patterns with his magic wand, he unlocked the lock on the wooden box.

The box fell, but the contents of the box were still floating in the air.

It was a very beautiful wand.

It is pure black and very straight, but the body of the wand is studded with incomprehensible lines, those lines are like vines, surrounding the whole wand, making it look ancient and full of mystery.

This wand obviously has its own consciousness. After being free, it flew towards Tria again, and directly stuffed itself into Tria's hand.

Both Tria and Oncasia were drawn to it.

"Wave it, miss, the wand chooses its owner, and this wayward ghost obviously chose you."

Mr. Ollivander regained his composure after rescuing his wooden box.

He looked at the wand in Tria's hand, his eyes were full of inquiry and excitement.

Tria was also very excited, because she could feel a very strong tacit understanding between herself and the wand in her hand. She held her breath and waved it lightly.

With her waving, a silver-white magic power spewed out from the tip of the wand, they jumped, and soon filled the entire shop.

The shelves and wands that had fallen to the ground were picked up and put back in place.

The whole store became bright, and the magic circled around the store, and finally returned to Tria.

They gently wrapped Triya, causing her to fly slightly, and it took several minutes for them to put her down, and they left reluctantly.

"It's amazing."

Mr. Ollivander and Ancasia sighed at the same time. They saw that Tria's whole body became radiant as if she drank some vitality potion.

Although Triya was already very white, but I don't know what the magic power did. Now Triya's skin has become more radiant, like a jade without impurities, revealing a little healthy blush, beautiful and beautiful. eye-catching.

"Looks like we don't need to try wands any more."

Mr. Ollivander's eyes seemed to be glued to the wand in Tria's hand.

"It's a wand made by my great-grandfather. Maybe, it's been too long and I can't be sure. But what is certain is that it has absolutely magical powers."

Ollivander's gaze became deep, as if recalling some long-ago memories.

"The body of the willow stick comes from China. It has no special ability, but it can communicate with souls in local mythology. The core of the stick is the hair on the chest of a dream-eating beast, which is extremely precious. As far as I know, there should be no first one in the world. Two wands made from dream eaters, because they are extinct. Maybe hidden, but humans can't find them."

Ollivander seemed to really be able to remember the characteristics of each wand and their little stories, and both Tria and Oncasia listened with gusto.

"Unfortunately, no one has been recognized by this wand, so we know very little about this wand. The only thing that is certain is that it has a strong emotional stabilizing power. As for the others, Miss Black can Explore slowly."

Mr. Ollivander looked at Tria with a look of entrusting his own children,

"You are its destined master."