[Comprehensive] What's wrong with curly hair control!

The Sherlock Holmes who casually stimulated the platinum beauty with eyes on the top of their heads didn't take the scene just now to heart, if it wasn't because they deduced the identity of Lucius and he and Snape still have friendship and common interests , They didn't even bother to teach him a lesson.

"It seems that wizards are not all as friendly as imagined." Mrs. Holmes stroked Scarlett's hair, quite worried.

Mycroft and Sherlock thought to themselves: so what if they are not friendly, and they don't know who's unlucky in the end when they make trouble with Scarlevan.

No matter what Sherlock thinks, Mycroft said that he is used to wiping the ass of the brat.

Now they were standing in front of the wand shop.The owner of the store doesn't care much about surface work, as can be seen from the dilapidated facade, but it may also be because he's confident enough to win with his product.Over the door hangs a wooden board with the name "Ollivander" simply written on it, and next to it there is a small line "A good wandmaker since 382 BC", and the gold paint on the words has almost worn off.The window next to it was dusty, and a display wand on a faded purple cushion...was also dusty.

"Oh, this store is really dilapidated." Mycroft clapped his hands dissatisfied, and waved away the dust in front of his eyes.

In fact, this shop is not only broken, but also very small. When all the Sherlock Holmes poured in, it seemed a little bit unable to stand here.There was no one in the shop, nothing but an old chair.Behind the counter were many library-like shelves filled with hundreds of little boxes reaching to the ceiling.

A soft ringing bell came from the back of the shop, and...

"Good day~" An old man with white hair like a bird's nest drifted silently behind the counter, his big blue eyes startled all Holmes.

"Good day, sir." Scaleven said, except for her, the other Sherlock Holmes did not come forward tacitly.

"I think it's this young lady, a freshman in need of a wand. Ah, yes, yes, I think that's exactly it." The boss lowered his head and approached Scarlett, to be precise, looked into her eyes, " What beautiful eyes, I haven't seen such beautiful eyes in a long time."

Mycroft put the handle of the umbrella on Scarleven's shoulders calmly, and motioned her to step back.Sherlock stepped forward and glared condescendingly at the wand shop owner, forcing him to look up.

"Garrick Ollivander, the owner of the wand shop, has a strong hobby and passion for wand making, and has monopolized the making and repair of wands in the British wizarding world? Oh, it doesn't matter. Business is good today, you are energetic and don't feel tired but I was a bit hungry, so I just sneaked a tomato beef sandwich in the back. I became a widower when I was young and never remarried. I raised a son and a daughter by myself, but you don’t care much about them, so your current relationship It's not good either... Look what I found? You actually have a crush? Do you need me to name her? She's just..."

"I think this lady needs to choose her wand." Mr. Ollivander, who had been stunned since Sherlock spoke, suddenly interrupted Sherlock, then turned around and walked back quickly in a panic.

"Bah!"

"Oh." Mycroft, Sherlock, and Scarlett whispered together.

"It must have hurt," remarked Mrs. Holmes.

"Walk carefully, wizard houses seem to be so narrow." Mycroft waved his hand again.

"So... who is his crush?" Scareven asked.

"Mrs. Malkin, the proprietress of the clothing store we just came out from across the street." Sherlock was waiting for Scarlevin's words, and he really suffocated him if he didn't finish his reasoning just now.

Both Scarlett and Mrs. Holmes showed a very clear and gossip expression when they heard the result.

... It's really... an accident, not to mention anything else, just in terms of age, Ollivander is at least 20 years older than Mrs. Malkin, right?People are old at heart...

"He thought he covered it up very well, but in fact, the heroine and even the bosses of several nearby shops already knew about it." Sherlock added a knife.As soon as he finished speaking, Ollivander came out holding a bunch of wand boxes. A dozen boxes were stacked high and even covered Ollivander's sight, but they kept their balance miraculously and did not fall down.When Ollivander placed them on the counter, they automatically separated into three stacks.

"...What?" Ollivander felt that the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

"How do you do it? It's impossible from a physics point of view, I mean the boxes are stacked at this height and angle and they don't fall over." Sherlock said, frowning.

"Ah~ This is the wonder of magic, isn't it?" Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief.

When Sherlock was about to say something, Mrs. Holmes stopped him in time, "I think we have to hurry up, it will be noon soon."

"Yes, yes." Ollivander muttered as he placed a box in front of Scareven, "Try this, mahogany body, unicorn tail hair core. No, wait, we have to I need to measure it first, and I even forgot." He took out a long silver-marked ruler from his pocket and walked out of the counter, "Which hand do you use, little girl?"

"Right hand."

Ollivander has become very professional in doing things, and he doesn't seem to be talking about it at all.He quickly measured from Scarlevin's shoulder to fingertips, including the size of the palm, the length of the fingers, the length of the forearm, the length of the upper arm, the size from the shoulder to the foot, the size from the knee to the armpit, and then the whole The head includes the distance between the eyes.

"Choosing a wand is a very prudent thing," said Ollivander. "Okay." He put away the ruler and went back to the counter, put away some wand boxes, then brought some more wand boxes, and finally put one The black box was pushed in front of Skalevin.

"Try this first."

Scarlevin opened the box and took out the wand. This feeling was a bit strange. She didn't think this wand was suitable for her, um... how should I put it, it was the feeling of "not right".She looked at the wand in her hand. The beautiful peach wood was kept in its original color, and only varnish was applied on the outside. The handle underneath was engraved with delicate and small rhombus patterns, which made it non-slip in the hand.

Scaleven flicked her wand lightly, "snap", the empty wand box on the counter turned into a very strange animal, it had four legs, it ran towards the counter quickly, then jumped up and down Jump, land on the ground and break yourself in half, and turn back into the original box.

"Oh, I don't think so." Ollivander smiled dryly, took the wand from Scarlevin's hand, picked up the box that had been cut in half, and stuffed it back.

"Then try this, twelve inches, hornbeam." Ollivander passed another box.

"Boom!" There was a hole in the wall from the wand shelf all the way to the back, and the wand boxes on the shelf fled that terrible place. Two boxes were hit, and the pieces fell to the ground.

"Oh, Merlin!" Ollivander frantically ran over to check, and found that the wands in the two boxes had been smashed to pieces and could not be repaired at all.He walked back dejectedly, took out a box and put it in front of Skalevin, "Miss, please don't face the shelf behind me, please?"

"Okay." Skalevin agreed casually.

"Snapped!"

"Pang bang!"

"Boom!"

"Whoo~"

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After Scarlett tried a dozen wands, the whole wand shop looked like it needed a makeover, and as early as she tried her first wand, Mycroft and Sherlock were running with Daddy and Mummy went out the door.

"Interesting, very interesting." Contrary to Mycroft and the others, Ollivander became more energetic. He eagerly pulled out the next box and put it in front of Scareven, "Try this, Ten inches, with a holly wood body and a core of mermaid scales."

Scarlevin didn't take out her wand right away, she seemed to have a stronger feeling after trying so many wands, she felt that she had a clue.

"I think willow would be more suitable," Scaleven said.

Ollivander made a dazed expression, "Yes, oh, yes, Willow, why didn't I think of that... Please wait." Climbing up the ladder to look for it, he finally took out a dusty velvet box from the top shelf and patted it on. He came to the counter and handed it to Scareven carefully.

"Willow core stick body, dragon nerve core, twelve inches."

This is a reddish wand, soft and strong, with very good elasticity.The entire body of the staff is engraved with spiral patterns, which are slightly conical, and the handle is made of another material, engraved with patterns that resemble letters and patterns.

Scareven had a feeling that this was it.She picked up the wand, and it seemed that magic power flowed into the wand from her arm involuntarily. Smoke began to emerge from the top of the wand, and a small black dragon with golden eyes flew out of the smoke. It circled the wand in a roaring manner, and then Gone with the smoke.

"It's amazing, it's amazing," Ollivander exclaimed. "That's it."

This is indeed it, Scarlevin thought, rubbing her wand in her hand, and then she asked, "Well, Ollivander."

"What?" Ollivander looked at Scareven expectantly.

"This..." Skalevin pointed to various places that needed renovation, "Do you need me to compensate?"

"Uh." Ollivander choked. "No, little girl, don't worry, magic~ is magic, isn't it?"

"Oh, thank you, then..." Skalevin elongated her tone again.

"What?" Ollivander also looked expectantly again.

"Does that dragon appear every time I take out my wand?" Scalevan asked sincerely, as if she really was a little girl who didn't know anything.

"Of course not." Ollivander waved his hand impatiently, "but you are indeed the first little girl to ask me this question. Well, listen, all wizards have a destiny wand , and all wands also have a destined master. When a wand meets its destined master, they will reveal their essence in a show of submission."

"It's the stick core? After all, it's a dragon."

"No, no, not every time."

"Okay." Skalevin felt that it was almost done, and she finally asked the question that Ollivander wanted to hear the most: "Then what did you mean when you said miraculously?"

"Oh~~~~~" Ollivander patted his hands and made a very exaggerated expression, and then he also felt that he was too exaggerated, "I remember all the wands sold and the matching of them. Twelve inches , willow wood core, soft but flexible, suitable for operating spells..."

"I thought it would be more suitable for making potions? After all, many parts of willow trees can be used as medicine." Scaleven joked.

"Yes." Ollivander agreed with Scarleven's words in surprise, "Few people have noticed this. In fact, if it meets a suitable owner, it can also shine in potion making. We Let's talk about the wand core, dragon nerve, it's a powerful dragon, it's full of power... this combination is very contradictory but I really managed to make them into a wand, which is what I think is amazing, And it has chosen you now, my dear."

"Well, how much shall I pay for this wonderful wand, sir?"

"Ten Galleons."

"Okay, please wait."

Scarlevin walked to the door, and was surprised to find that Sherlock was the only one standing at the door. "Where is Daddy and Mummy still with Mycroft?"

"Because you've wasted too much time in there, they can't wait to decide to go shopping first." Sherlock said with a stinky face, "It's over?"

"Yes, you can come and pay."

Sherlock walked in, still throwing the money bag on the counter with a stinky face, and Scareven counted out ten gold coins to Ollivander.

"I don't understand why wizards still use this kind of metal currency, not even banknotes let alone credit cards." Sherlock said suddenly, he didn't need others to answer, "Leave your own economic affairs to the ones you don't trust What kind of logic is there to continue to use the more clumsy metal currency because of vigilance?"

"Probably because of laziness." Skalevin put the purse into her pouch.

"No, it's because of stupidity." Sherlock added a knife.

"Okay, it's time for us to go, goodbye, Ollivander."

"See you again." Ollivander said that he never wanted to see each other again.