hp Ouroboros

Four years later

It was another summer vacation, and the 11-year-old wizards who had just received the admission notice from the owl flocked into Diagon Alley excitedly. Even though they were old students, Diagon Alley was still a very attractive place.

The joke toy store in Diagon Alley during the summer holidays is always packed with kids who can't wait to pull a little mischief.Candy stores always launch new products during this season, are you tired of eating maomaoya candy?So here's some of the latest Blowbubble Gum that blows people to levitate!

There is no special special offer or some exaggerated promotional banners on the door. The broomstick shop takes the high-end route. Launching a newest broomstick in one to two years always leads the trend.As long as you put the newly launched Nimbus 1500 in the display window, it will naturally attract the attention of a large number of people.Little wizards are not the only ones crowding in front of the window and marveling at the broomsticks. Those adult wizards who really have purchasing power are also hidden in the crowd!

Compared to the ever-crowded joke toy shop or the broomstick shop whose windows are always filled with marveling wizards, Ollivander's wand shop is probably the most deserted shop in Diagon Alley.Although occasionally one or two new school wizards will come into the store and encounter their most loyal partner in life, the wand, but basically, the store is as quiet as ever amidst the bustle outside.

Following the ringing doorbell, three people walked into the store. They were an old couple who seemed to be getting older. The wrinkles on their faces added a lot of kindness to their gentle smiles.Following them into the store was a girl with long silver-gray slightly curly hair that immediately caught the eye. Her skin was fairer than the average Caucasian and her delicate facial features matched with a shy smile on her face. It made this old and somewhat gloomy wand shop a lot more colorful.

Ollivander's wand shop shouldn't be too small, but more than [-]% of the space is occupied by stacked boxes of wand boxes, and the space left for customers is only a small one at the entrance.

The old couple waited quietly and patiently, probably because they didn't make a sound, and the girl didn't speak, but from her expression, it could be seen that she was very curious about this messy wand shop.Just as the girl walked lightly to the counter to get a better look at the situation behind the counter, an elderly and erratic male voice suddenly came from midair.

"Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop."

The girl was startled, and looked to the side. An old gentleman who should be the owner of the shop was standing on a ladder and watching them.

Ollivander stepped down the ladder and came in front of them. He looked at the old couple, seemed to think about it, but soon showed a clear expression, "Yes, yes...my father sold out, ash, unicorn hair, twelve and a quarter inches, slightly springy," he said, looking at the man.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, that is the wand your father sold me. I brought it back and repaired it for you once." The old gentleman in the couple replied with a smile. Mr.'s old face doesn't match.

"Every Ollivander remembers every wand they have handled!" Ollivander said proudly, "It seems that today is the daughter of the two..." Ollivander did not finish speaking De stopped. He quickly walked out from behind the counter, came to the girl and took a closer look. His silver-gray eyes looked a little scary, and the girl shrank back.

"This lady is...?" Ollivander asked, wondering how he could tell that the girl was not the daughter of an old couple. From before to now, no one can figure out this slightly crazy Ollivander What is going on in my mind.

The old woman touched the girl's head, looked at the girl kindly and smiled and replied, "This is Silvia, who was brought to our house by Professor Dumbledore when she was seven years old."

"Josephine and I have always wanted a child..." the old man continued, with a proud smile on his face, "Sylvia is a smart and good child."

Sylvia wondered if Ollivander was listening, because he had been staring at her the whole time.

"Yes, yes!" Ollivander said suddenly, straightened up and strode back to the counter, and began to rummage through the piles of boxes on the shelves. While muttering the words "very strong...very strong..."

Not long after, he came out with a box and took out the wand inside and handed it to Sylvia, "beech, unicorn hair, twelve and a half inches."

Not to mention picking up the wand, Sylvia felt that her fingers had just touched the wand, and Ollivander was so excited that he almost snatched the wand back, "No, no, no! Absolutely not!"

"Try this one, aspen, dragon's heartstring, eleven and three quarters, good for a duel."

This one is slightly better than before, but Sylvia just picked it up, and before she could swing it, Ollivander took it back again, "No, it's not strong enough, it needs to be stronger..."

"This one, ebony, snake nerve, exactly eleven inches."

It was a pure black wand. Sylvia picked it up and realized that Ollivander had no intention of snatching the wand back from her this time, so she waved it in relief.A fuzzy silver-white mist appeared on the end of the stick, and then gradually formed an indistinct snake.

The effect looks quite good. I thought this one would be enough, but it is obvious that Ollivander is not satisfied.

"The wand chooses the owner, which is good, but it doesn't feel right, but it can be used as an alternative."

The old couple looked a little surprised, and the old gentleman asked: "Didn't you always emphasize that the wand chooses a wizard? This one doesn't work?"

"Ah, yes, the wand chooses the wizard, but don't forget, the wizard also has the right to choose..." Ollivander nodded, looked at Sylvia, and there seemed to be some concerns in his words, "A few times... .on rare occasions, yes, wizards can choose wands too..."

Before the old couple and Sylvia could react, Ollivander disappeared into rows of wand racks again.

It took a little time this time, and when he appeared at the counter again, he held three boxes in his hand, and instead of rushing to open them for Sylvia to try, he said to Sylvia: "Choose carefully, I My children...they are very powerful wands, and there must be something suitable for you." He looked at Sylvia with an excited but worried look.

Probably this is the speaking style of this somewhat crazy old man. The old couple didn't ask much, but Sylvia could feel their eyes falling behind her, and she knew the emotions that would appear in their eyes: worry, fear, dread... Anyway, it was the eyes that had always been there.

Originally, the old couple was already at ease with her. This crazy old man ruined her efforts to pretend to be a good child over the past few years... Sylvia felt a little depressed, but it didn't matter. The way to let go of your guard is just to spend a little more time.But this weird old man who made the magic wand is a bit interesting. She hasn't said a word since entering the store. She is also sure that the expression on her face is easy for ordinary adults to let go of their guard, and the magic power in her body is also quiet. Dormant under her control.So how did this old man see some of her abilities?

Ollivander opened the first wand box, "Japanese cherry wood, phoenix tail feathers, thirteen and a half inches." It was a wand with beautiful wood grain, just looking at it felt that it was an exquisite work of art like a magic wand.

Without stopping to let Sylvia try it out, Ollivander went on to produce another wand.

Among the wands of all dark colors, the extremely light almost whitish wood of this wand is very special. "Yewwood, the heartstring of a dragon, exactly thirteen inches."

Then Ollivander looked at an exquisite box on the far left with a complicated expression on his face.He opened the beautifully made but dusty wand box and said, "Elderwood and thestral tail feathers..." Seeing the surprised expressions of the old couple and the young guests, Ollivander immediately went on to say, "This is not the wand. The fabled Elder Wand, which was just a replica of my grandfather. Many wandmakers who pursue power dream of replicating a replica comparable to the Elder Wand, and my grandfather is no exception. Thanks to the Ollivander family Excellent workmanship, this replica of my grandfather's Elder Wand is still not as powerful as the legendary one, but I can proudly say that it is the most powerful wand I can find in my shop."

Speaking of which, Ollivander looked at Sylvia, "There is nothing wrong with a powerful wand paired with a powerful wizard, but I still hope you can try it."

Sylvia agreed.In fact, she didn't particularly care about the power of the wand. She was able to control her magic power and perform some tricks before she knew the existence of the magic world.Although she read a lot of books and heard a lot of stories after being brought up by the magic world a few years later, and understood the importance of the magic wand to wizards, Sylvia still felt a little disapproving in her heart—after all, if she could Why is the wand so important when casting spells empty-handed?

However, besides being equipped with a magic wand that can hide her talents, a handy wand that can help her perform magic that she can't do with bare hands is naturally very beneficial.

Sylvia already had a general idea in her heart: it was easy to use, and the wand that made her feel comfortable was her better choice.

She picked up the cherry wood wand, waved it lightly, and the tip of the wand shot out a light curtain that shone like fireworks in silvery white with a little bit of pink, which looked pleasing to the eye.

A silver dragon's head flashed out of the yew wood wand very quickly. The overall dragon's head looked a bit blurry, but the dragon's pupil that slowly opened and shone with golden light was clearly captivating. I looked at Sylvia for a while, perhaps satisfied, and then gradually disappeared into the air.

The elderberry wand, which was introduced by Ollivander, had an ordinary reaction—only two thin bands of light, one black and one white, flashed from the tip of the wand, wrapped around the wand, and then spread to Sylvia’s hand .

"Yes, the four wands have approved you, now...it's you." Ollivander said in an admiring tone.

Unfazed, Sylvia tried all the four wands on the counter again, carefully feeling the subtle differences of each wand: ebony wood and snake nerve, although the response is very fast, but not Know why it always felt like the wand was in a hurry to finish the spell and wanted her to put it down?Cherry blossom wood and phoenix feathers...the light and shadow effect is full, but it feels a bit exaggerated.The heartstring of yew wood and dragon has quick and powerful response, unlike the one of cherry wood, which will add some unnecessary light and shadow effects to it.Elderberry and thestral tail feathers are very powerful and quick to respond.

Sylvia thought for a while, and finally picked up the yew wood wand again and touched it again. She waved it seemingly casually, and the other wands that Ollivander took out on the table immediately jumped back to her in the box, and flew back to its own place on the shelf.Sure enough, there is no exaggerated effect, no additional increase, what you think is what you get, orders and orders are prohibited, and the response is extremely fast.

"Very good. It seems that this is the partner you have chosen. The wood of this wand is quite special. It is made of the joined parts of two yew trees that have almost grown together. The core is a The sea dragon heartstring only comes from the North Sea. It is a material that I brought back by accident when I traveled to Northern Europe when I was young. It is strong and stable, but it seems to be not very satisfied with the wizards in England. I used this material to make three magic wands. The other two were sold to grown-up wizards of Nordic blood. It is a very powerful wand, and its owner lived no mediocrity, my boy."