HP's Foreign Land

The box given by Karaktakus Bok was covered with a layer of unremarkable brown linen, without any pattern or color, and it was the original color of linen.Heimdall, who has no experience and no appreciation ability, can't see the way, but Ollivander, who has lived more than him for decades, can see through the mystery behind the linen at a glance.

Ollivander clicked his lips and stroked the cloth surface with his hands, "The fibers are naturally aging, which means that this thing is old, and the box is wrapped with such a good cloth... I don't know where the iron cock came from, it probably deceived others. Less money."

Isn’t it just linen? There are plenty of them outside. Heimdall asked puzzled, “Is linen very rare?”

"Linen cloth is not rare. The price of pure linen cloth of primary color is not what ordinary wizards who know how to live are willing to buy, let alone use it to wrap a box so seriously." Ollivander took the linen cloth off the box .

Heimdall pointed the cloth at the light for a long time, but of course he didn't find any gold, nor did he find any expensive clues, so he just put it aside in embarrassment.

The box behind the linen cloth was exposed to the bright light. The old and the young stared at the box for a while, and said "hmm" in unison, and then smiled at each other.

The overall shape of the box is nothing out of the ordinary. The biggest highlight is the lid, which is made into an envelope seal pattern. The lid is divided into two pieces, one wide and one narrow, and stacked together. On the top is a crawling snake-shaped golden The ornaments are fastened, and a thin metal chain is attached to the head and tail of the ornaments to fasten the upper and lower ends of the box.

Chains and serpentine metal objects gleamed in the light, shimmering in golden light.

Although the shape of this snake is not very correct, no matter how you look at it, it is related to S in "Slytherin"... He already thinks so, let alone Ollivander, a pure British wizard.

It probably came from some rich family. The golden snake, which is half a palm long and one finger wide, is worth a lot.Anyway, the things were obtained from Bock, and there is an unwritten rule in Knockturn Alley. It is impossible to spit back the things that have entered the black magic store. If you use pawn terms, it is "absolutely".Both Bo Jin and Bo Ke are veterans of selling stolen goods and destroying traces. They also value their reputation very much. Even if they are miserly, the things they sell are still very guaranteed. At least so far, no one has been sued for this.

"Since June, the Ministry of Magic has stepped up surprise inspections and confiscation of prohibited magical products. Many officials have been sacked. This time, people are panicking. The iron rooster is very nourishing these days. I heard that many good things have been imported." Levande squinted his old eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with the dazzling brilliance of the golden snake.

Since encountering the mysterious man, the British Ministry of Magic does not seem to have any turmoil on the bright side. Heimdall returned to Diagon Alley this time and saw nothing unusual. It's like a string stretched to the extreme, a little bit of the darkness before dawn.

The old and the young quickly broke free from the dullness of just emerging, and happily jumped back to the excitement of making wands.

Open the box to find a box full of small glass bottles in the shape of test tubes.The contents in the bottle are in different states, some are powdery, some are liquid, some are flowers and plants, and some look like animal organs.Ollivander patiently picked up the bottles and observed them carefully. After 15 minutes, he put down the last bottle and began to stare at the dark night outside the window, seeing that blurred eyes wandering away again.

Heimdall's cat, pretending to be deaf and dumb, waited aside, not daring to make any discordant sounds, so as not to disturb the old man's thoughts.

"These things are more complete than I expected. At the beginning, the iron rooster planned to send me away with one or two small broken bottles!" Ollivander was very annoyed, and he gritted his teeth when he spoke.

It turns out that the reason why I suddenly pretended to be deep is because of this...

Some words of reassurance rolled in Heimdall's mind, but he still didn't open his mouth. It would be a waste of time to change the topic. Now it is not easy for him to let himself wait so calmly and do nothing.

Ollivander looked at Heimdall, "What do you want to do?"

Ollivander's wand store is now adding tailor-made, pre-booked business?

Heimdall asked, "I can decide?"

"It wasn't possible at first, but you've also seen that the things are more complete than expected, almost everything you need, and there are materials that I didn't expect here." Ollivander smiled shortly. "Bock is bleeding a lot this time."

Perhaps the original owner of the box did not understand the value of the contents of the box. For an insider, this box is priceless.

"I want to give money." Heimdall was very decisive.

Ollivander was noncommittal and changed the subject.

"Are you intending to follow the ancient method entirely, or is the core only combined with the traditional crafts of wands of silence?"

"Can you tell me more about it?" Heimdall was very curious. What he learned from the old man was modern wand making, and he only heard the name of the earlier production process and didn't understand the details.

"It would be more cumbersome to completely imitate the ancient method of production. The ancient wand has a core to fix this process." At this point Ollivander suddenly stopped talking.

Heimdall understood, and went on to say, "The wand core fixing technology was almost lost in the middle of the nineteenth century. At the end of the eighteenth century, the International Federation of Wizards added a new regulation to the wand regulations at a regular meeting, prohibiting the use of wizard ashes. and magical animal urns to secure the core."

Hearing what he said was straightforward, Ollivander showed a satisfied smile, "After more than a hundred years of exploration, modern wand makers have mastered the method of filling cores without solids."

"The birth of this new technology has greatly shortened the production time and cost of wands, opened the curtain of the ancient craft of wand production that has been hidden for centuries, and also lowered the threshold of wand production, opening up the field of wand production. It has opened up a bigger market and brought in more talents." Heimdall felt like he was advertising.

The room was quiet for a while, and Heimdall looked serious: "Since we have to do it, we must do our best."

The old man nodded, "I think the same as you. It's a pity that these materials are not used here. I just checked the body of the stick. According to my judgment, it was formed during the early to mid-nineteenth century. It should be solid. The last wave of works when the core technology has not been lost. It was originally built as a magic wand of silence, and the magic wand of silence is different from other magic wands. It must have a process of fixing the core, otherwise the new regulations will be banned after the introduction It will not be gradually eliminated.”

Heimdall burst into tears, since that's the case, what else do you want me to say? !

"Seeing how nervous you are, let me relax." The old man spoke plausibly.

Heimdall suddenly thought of a more serious question, "Are we breaking the law knowingly?"

"Aren't you working at the International Wizengamot? You should know better than me." The old man shook his hand and threw the ball back.

Heimdall's expression was unpredictable, he struggled hard for a while, then lowered his volume obviously guilty, "The wand regulations clearly prohibit the use of wand cores in wand making. We are repairing, not making."

Ollivander said deliberately against him, "What are you going to do when you apply to change the data of the wand? Put it on the wand tester and weigh it, and all the data can be seen at a glance."

This matter is quite embarrassing, Heimdall gritted his teeth, "Then wait for Snow to become Iceland's Minister of Magic and engage in malpractice for personal gain!"

Ollivander laughed loudly, "The wand hasn't been made yet, and I don't know if it will be successful. It's too early to say anything."

Heimdall burst into tears for the second time, and he seemed very happy playing tricks on himself?

Among so many small bottles, only one is not a transparent bottle. The old man carefully picked it up. If these things are as complete as Ollivander said, Heimdall can guess what is in the bottle.

The goblins really figured it out, no wonder this method was banned in the end.

The old man uncorked the bottle and sniffed it. Heimdall admired his ordinary and plain face. Ollivander seemed to see his intentions and handed over the bottle.

"Take a look too. You won't be able to see it once you enter the wand. Maybe it will be difficult to have this kind of opportunity again in the future." The identification of the raw material of the wand core is also a big science, just as important as the selection of the raw material of the potion.

Heimdall took it, hesitated for a moment, and put the bottle under the nose like the old man did just now. It didn't have the terrible smell as imagined, but a strong herbal smell, which choked the nose a bit, and he could still smell the faint smell. aroma of olives.

"This should be the brain that has been processed. The processing method is very sophisticated. The material can be preserved intact until now, which is definitely not something that current wizards can do. Once the magic wand of silence has withdrawn from the stage of history, many raw material processing methods have also been lost. No one can say exactly what the original goblins used to deal with the brain, or what method they used."

Judging from the absolute egoism that goblins believe in, rather than imparting it to wizards to carry forward, they are more happy to see silence and all the crafts related to silence sink into the long river of history and never be seen again.Therefore, there was no strong resistance to the introduction of the Wand Regulations and the continuous improvement over the years. Perhaps on the contrary, they were happy to see their success.

Seeing the disappointment and regret on the old man's face, Heimdall said in relief, "In recent years, there have been calls for wand makers in the world to regain the craft of silence. find it again."

"Tossing about sensationalism." The old man disagreed. "I'm sure I won't be able to see it when I'm alive!" He waved his hands and said nothing.

When the brain was fused with the original rod core substance, there was no series of rejection reactions that the old man expected would happen. Except for eliminating the unnatural momentary stagnation when repairing the magic, the wizard's brain and the Thestral's heart tendons were unexpectedly combined. fit.This unexpectedly good response lifted the spirits of the frightened old and young.

Both of them had smiles on their faces.

It’s like the withered and shrinking core of the stick is filled with new substances, and the burnt black gray yarn on the surface is peeled off a little bit, like a butterfly breaking through a pupa, and a new life emerges from the ground. Ollivander exhaled quickly, and cautiously stopped the catalysis of the wand in his hand.Observe it carefully.

Now the core of the stick is like a newborn baby, delicate and fragile, exuding a lustrous and translucent light all over the body. Heimdall watched it gradually regenerate, only one step away from being reborn from the cocoon, and then thought of the previous inability to form Falling apart, I couldn't help clenching my fists, and my heart was surging.

"Quick, the staff!" Ollivander's urging made Heimdall quickly come back to his senses, and presented the staff.

The green mist on the maple gall wand was radiant under the lamp, and the haze was billowing, lifelike. When the old man manipulated the wand core close to it, the core suddenly shook violently, almost breaking free from the front end of Ollivander’s wand, causing one old and one Less startled.Fortunately, the trembling came and went even faster, before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, the core of the stick shone brightly, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Ollivander didn't dare to be careless, after careful inspection, he found that everything was as usual, and frowned in bewilderment.

Heimdall stared at the suddenly radiant "newborn baby" for a while, then looked at the antique staff held in the old man's other hand, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's going on?" Ollivander turned his head.

Heimdall shook his head, it was just his personal guess, "It's nothing, it's nothing, you can continue."

Ollivander didn't check out anything wrong with the core, and would have made it even if he didn't say so.

Heimdall is not very familiar with the specific production process of the nearly lost craft of fixing the core of the wand. He has read the introduction of this aspect in wand making and other related books, and the methods introduced in different books are quite different.There are no fewer than five existing stick core fixing techniques that have been recognized—recognized here means that they have passed the experiment and proved to be effective, but there is still no conclusion on which one is the closest to the fairy craft that was the originator of the mountain.

However, the goblins have always used the banner of compulsory wand regulations, and they are secretive and vague about this.

Which technique is Mr. Ollivander going to use today?Heimdall rubbed his hands nervously, waiting eagerly.

The core of the stick was put into the body of the stick. Perhaps it was because of the strangeness of entering a new home that the core of the stick felt a little uncomfortable. It was very dishonest in the body of the stick. Every time Ollivander was about to close his hand, he pulled it out together. , After trying several times, I couldn't make it stay inside honestly.

Heimdall figured it out, that's why the core of the stick needs to be fixed. Maybe the magical energy attached to the wizard's brain doesn't match the body of the plant stick to a certain extent, which is why it slipped repeatedly.According to this speculation, fortunately his original wand used an animal core. If it was a magical plant, it might be a different story.

"Remember you know how to repair broomsticks?" Ollivander asked suddenly.

"Yes." Right now Heimdall couldn't care less about being modest. "What are your orders?" He was too anxious to do so now. Wand making needs wands to make it. It sounded like a mouthful, but it was true.

"The braking device of the Firebolt is very complicated. After inserting into the axis, you need to add a fixed spell, will you?"

"It was tied before." Heimdall said with certainty.

Ollivander didn't hesitate, "Go and pick a working wand from the cabinet over there."

Heimdall walked quickly to the cabinet and opened the glass door, took down a large handful of wand boxes with both hands, and picked up the top box to start the experiment.Maybe it's because his ability is relatively grassroots, or maybe Merlin is in a good mood today, and the first box can be used. Although it's not easy to use, he waved it twice, neither blowing a tornado nor blowing anything up.

Heimdall sprinted to the workbench with the short, jet-black wand and took the vial of mixed ashes that Ollivander handed him.

"Just like fixing the axis, be careful." Ollivander gave a final encouragement.

Heimdall nodded cautiously, his face tensed.

Ollivander couldn't help but smile when he saw it, "Don't be nervous, I'm still here."

Heimdall took a deep breath, pointed the wand at the opening of the bottle, and said a spell. After waiting for a while, he felt the connection work and slowly pulled the wand upwards. A thin, gray-white substance came out A little bit is pulled out of the bottle.

The gray and white silk thread gradually condensed into a spherical shape at the front of the wand. Heimdall squinted at the maple wood and calculated the amount of core fixation, while paying attention to the manipulation in his hand.When he felt that it was almost done, he decisively cut off the condensation of the silk thread, and a ball the size of a fingernail took shape impressively.

In his heart, Ollivander appreciated Heimdall's courageous decision-making, and gave him a thumbs-up for his prudence and judgment of dosage, but he didn't show it at all on the surface.

Heimdall took a peek at Ollivander's face and heaved a sigh of relief. If something went wrong, the old man would have stopped drinking.

The gray-white ball was close to the wand, and the core of the wand seemed to sense something, and began to rampage inside the wand, unwilling to cooperate.If it goes on like this, it will be a trivial matter for the core of the stick to escape from the body of the stick. If it breaks free from Ollivander's control, it will fall short.

"Quick!" Ollivander yelled.

The tip of Heimdall's nose was sweating, and he didn't dare to breathe.The gray silk thread is like a spring, winding layer after layer around the body of the rod. As Heimdall pulls it, the thread gradually closes, shrinks, and becomes tighter and tighter until it completely penetrates from the surface of the rod body.

The core of the stick writhed in the body, repelling the unexpected guest who was about to restrain him. Under the control of Heimdall, the unexpected guest stuck to the core of the stick silently. The core of the stick is completely indistinguishable from you and me.

This process is extremely short, fleeting in the blink of an eye, but to the old and the young, it seems like a century has passed.

"I'm pulling my hand now, don't move." Ollivander didn't dare to relax at all.

Heimdall nodded.

Ollivander cut off the connection between his wand and the wand core, and Heimdall took over the initiative. The remaining hair-thin threads spread rapidly at the end of the wand, just like the final capping of a building. All the gaps at the end are blocked, so that the core of the stick is completely isolated from the outside world.

Heimdall withdrew his hand suddenly, and the old and the young took a step back in unison. The new wand lay quietly on the workbench, and there was no sound for a while.

After a while, Ollivander broke the silence, "This is basically enough, let me help you modify the appearance...do you need to add a handle?"

Heimdall thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "The addition of a handle is inconsistent with the existing appearance. Its design is similar to that of modern wands."

Ollivander put away his wand, saw Heimdall looked at the new wand in awe, and laughed dumbly: "Go and try the feel."

Heimdall touched his nose in embarrassment, put down the black in his hand, and carefully picked up the new wand on the table.

Waited for a while, waited for a while, and waited for a while.

Nothing happened.

There was no flickering of strange lights, no radiance, no wind blowing from flat ground, the lights in the house remained the same, there was no eerie flickering of light and darkness, and there was no extraordinary scene of shaking the earth.

Ollivander bent his lips mockingly, not knowing what he was expecting.

At this moment, Heimdall turned his head abruptly, and said with surprise, "It's so light." With a wave of his hand towards the workbench, the table that was a little messy due to the previous production was swept away, and the objects on the table were arranged in order.

Heimdall was overjoyed, the reaction speed of the spell was faster than before, "It is indeed an ancient craft." Heimdall praised it without hesitation.

Ollivander touched his chin, is the wand of silence just like this?Immediately thinking that this wand was fused on the basis of the original core, and it was not [-]% forbidden, Ollivander was relieved.

"I'll modify the body of the wand for you." Ollivander picked up the cleaning cloth for wands on the workbench.

Heimdall fondled the stick body fondly, "It's great to see you back." The tip of the stick flashed, Heimdall was so surprised, he fiddled with it foolishly, but there was nothing, thinking he was dazzled up.

"Rig!" urged Ollivander, and Heimdall patted his head and handed over his wand.

A burst of intense white electric light erupted in Ollivander's hand, and the current quickly spread to the entire arm. Ollivander couldn't help but screamed loudly. Heimdall rushed forward to try to pull the wand out of his hand, forgetting himself for a while. It is also a conductor, and the magic is that those electric currents all shrink back like a backward lens at the same moment Heimdall touches it.

After being freed, Ollivander collapsed on the ground, panting and sweating profusely, the palm holding the wand showed yellow-brown burn marks, and his whole arm twitched like a spasm, which he couldn't restrain.

"Sir!" Heimdall said anxiously.

Ollivander shook his head, unconcerned about his injury, and sat on a chair with Heimdall's help. "Go and pick up your wand." It was this time, and he was still thinking about his wand.

Helplessly, Heimdall bent down and picked up the wand. The scene just now was really shocking, and he was a little at a loss for this new wand.

"I'll take you to St. Mungo..." Heimdall was worried.

"It's okay, it's normal for people in our industry to get hurt a little bit, don't make a fuss, St. Mungo is busy." He became more and more stubborn as he got older.

Heimdall couldn't help it, "I'll let Victor come in to help you see, he knows some healing magic."

"No rush," Ollivander tossed him the wipe. "No one else can get close to this wand, so you should make up for it yourself."

In the well-lit studio, Heimdall was wiping his new wand carefully while peeking at Ollivander, who had been grinning from ear to ear since he was almost paralyzed by the burn, feeling more and more anxious in his heart.

You won't be stupid, will you? !

"Very good, very good." Ollivander laughed.

As if in response to his praise, a silvery sparkle burst from the tip of the new wand with a snap.

Ollivander laughed even louder.

Heimdall beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Oh my wand, why are you so perverted!!!"

Ollivander: "..."

Wand: "..."