Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The shop is very small, with nothing but a bench. As far as the eye can see, it is full of shelves. On the shelves, thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes containing magic wands are stacked almost to the ceiling.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, as the wands appeared to be well stocked.

"Good afternoon, my guests." A thin, silver-haired wizard stood in the middle of the shelf and greeted a group of people who came in.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Let me see, it must be you little gentleman who needs a wand."

Ollivander bent over the counter and looked at Cyril.

The sudden approach made Cyril a little unnatural, and his eyes were almost out of focus because of the close distance. It was not until Ollivander straightened his body that he noticed that the other party had a pair of rare light gray eyes.

"Every wand in the McLean family is made by me. The core may not be...but it must be birch wood. Is your lady from the mysterious East?" The last sentence was addressed to Benny.

"Yes, Ollivander." Benny had already sat gracefully in a corner of the store with his family, and even exaggeratedly conjured a pot of tea with his wand, and each of them poured a cup and sipped slowly.

"Then we can try the birch wand first. Before we start, I need to measure the length of Mr. McLean's arm. Please raise your usual hand."

Cyril obediently stretched out his left arm, and Ollivander took out a small silver tape measure, measured from his fingers to his shoulder, then from his shoulder to his elbow, and even measured the circumference of his head.

"I remember the wand in your father's hand. Forget it, which one I don't remember? Birch unicorn hair core, 12 inches, birch is suitable for you to make potions, gentle, smooth... The wand set fire to old Mr McLean's robes when it picked him... what a naughty little fellow."

Ollivander whispered in Cyril's ear, speaking very slowly, enunciating words clearly and simply, obviously speaking for Cyril.Cyril was very competitive at the critical moment, and he completely understood the sentence that Dad set grandpa's robe on fire.

"Cough." Benny coughed lightly in the corner, and Ollivander closed his mouth tightly with a smile, made a movement of zipping his mouth, and went to the back to get his wand.

"Try this, birch unicorn hair, just like your dad's, but not at all oriental, who knows?"

Cyril took the one that Ollivander handed over and stood there in a daze.Then nothing happened.

"Shake it." Ollivander gestured at him.

There was still no response, and Cyril suspected that he was holding a branch.

"This one, birch wood, dragon heart string, thirteen and one-half."

Shaking it lightly, this time Cyril felt that the wand suddenly became hot, as if it was about to burst, so he quickly put it back on the table by himself.

"It's too powerful. How about this one?"

Cyril flicked it casually, and a torrent spurted out from the wand, almost overturning the small coffee table in front of the family.

The wand boxes in front of him piled up more and more, and Ollivander became more and more excited:

"It must be because you have oriental blood in your body! You are really a picky little guest, don't worry, I will look for it again..."

Cyril carefully placed the wand that was about to breathe fire just now on the table, with an obedient expression on his face.

See, I'll just say mine was bought, and I'm pretty desperate just thinking about it.

Lin Jiu stepped forward at this time and said to Ollivander in English, "Sir, please see if this material can be used as the core of Cyril's staff."

There were a few hairs emitting a faint light floating in the white palm, and Cyril knew what it was almost immediately.

Ollivander did not pick it up directly, but took a close look at it with a magic magnifying glass that can automatically focus, and his voice was softer when he spoke again:

"Ma'am, this is... Excuse my ignorance, I have never seen this material, it looks a bit like the hair of a magical creature?"

Lin Jiu nodded slightly, conjured up a brocade box, put the things in his hand into it, and handed it to Ollivander.

"This is the brocade hair of the Chinese white fox clan. It has magical properties. It belongs to...the ancestor of Cyril. Can you use birch wood and it to make a magic wand for my child?"

Ollivander carefully took the box with both hands and said that he would try it out and asked the guests to wait a while before he entered the studio behind.

"So, mom, where did you pull it out?" From the understanding of Xiriel's mother, she must have pulled it out now.

"On the back of the neck, dear."

"It hurts..." Cyril's warm eyes were slightly sore.

"It's okay, honey, your wand is important." Lin Jiu rubbed her son's curly hair indifferently and returned to Benny.

"Dear when did you pluck?" Benny handed his wife a cup of tea.

"It's been hot lately... Just rub your neck casually, you know." Lin Jiu said calmly.

"..." Benny looked at his son with red eyes not far away sympathetically.

The matching and fusion of wand materials and cores is a relatively long process. Mr. Lin Qi, who couldn't relax, directly took his wife and ruthlessly abandoned his daughter's family, and went out for a stroll.

When they came in again with two huge floating cloud ice creams, they just caught up with the precious grandson who was trying out the new wand.

Cyril took over the woody wand, and it was hard to describe his mood at the moment, as if he couldn't see anything else in his eyes, only it was left.

When I held it in my hand, I felt it was like a part of my own arm. To use my grandfather's speaking style to describe it, it was connected in context.

But no matter how emotional he was, his wand still didn't respond.

The boy blinked and shook it lightly, but there was still no movement.

The intense curiosity in Ollivander's gray eyes dimmed, and he seemed to feel that the wand had failed.

Not knowing whether Hogwarts would accept students without wands, Cyril pinched the "experiment" in his hand and was extremely frustrated.

"Son, relax, close your eyes, and imagine that you are writing the transcription of Miss's horse arrangement." Benny did not know when he came behind Cyril, gently holding his left hand holding the wand.

"Then think of the wand as that pen, and you want it to write automatically."

Cyril slowly closed his eyes, tried to calm down, followed his father's instructions, slowly mobilized the strength in his body, and tried to control the "pen" (magic wand) in his hand.

The surging magic power hit the left hand and the magic wand tightly held in the left hand one by one like a blood pulsation, like a wave hitting a reef, and a strong wind blowing a tree branch.Suddenly, the power seemed to break through a layer of barriers, and all the magic power that had found a breakthrough spewed out.

The top of the white magic wand spread out circles of moon-white light, and finally a white fox jumped out of the magic wand and ran happily around the room.

Every time the fox met a person, it would pause for a while, and even lay down in front of Lin Jiu and turned over to reveal its fur belly... No matter how you look at this posture, it looks like a coquettish dog?

"Amazing! It's amazing!" Ollivander exclaimed.

"Just now, you conquered it! Yes...it's too proud, but you are undoubtedly its partner and its master, you did it!" The old man added in surprise, his dim gray eyes seemed to be caught Polished like a refraction of bright light.

"You'll be a great wizard, Merlin bless!"

Until he got home, Cyril was still in a daze. He had heard his father tell the meaning of the magic wand to wizards since he was a child, but the mother of the fox family had never used the magic wand, so he didn't have such a deep feeling until Now……

Looking at the beautiful white wand in his hand, Cyril felt an unprecedented fit and satisfaction.