Chapter 5 This is not my magic wand! !
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 5 This is not my magic wand! !
This is a wand shop with a history of more than 300 years in the UK. Since the Ollivander family came here from the Mediterranean with the Romans, it has become the most famous wand manufacturer in the UK and one of the three major wand manufacturers in Europe. It is as famous as Gregovich in Germany.
Of course, in the eyes of many young wizards studying at Hogwarts, Mr. Ollivander is undoubtedly the best wand maker in the world.Rumor has it that many foreign wizards came to London just to buy one of his wands.
In Ollivander’s opinion, only a suitable wand is the best wand, and a suitable wand is made of the three most suitable magic materials, unicorn hair, dragon nerves, phoenix feathers, and wand bodies of various materials to form a suitable wand, and each wand is different.
Of course there are still ancient recipes, handed down from rare wands, which are rare and work for a small number of people.
The only creed in the Ollivander family is: the wand chooses the owner.
After getting Galleon from Gringotts, McGuffin naturally dragged Mr. Longman to the wand shop he remembered just now.
A wand—that's what McGuffin craves most right now.
Not only because of the broken golden finger, but also because of the magic wand that he can try to cast magic by himself.
Even just waving a wand to create a stream of fire out of thin air is enough.
That's magic!
In the large glass window of the wand shop, there was a lonely wand on a purple cushion.
The golden signboard on the door has existed for an unknown number of years. Judging from the degree of peeling paint, it seems to have a history of hundreds of years. It reads: Ollivander, since 382 BC, began to make excellent magic wands.
Entering the store door, you can hear the sound of clanging and clanging from behind.
The inside of the store is very small, except for a bench near the door, there are only thousands of long and narrow boxes containing magic wands that are almost stacked to the ceiling.
The storefront was empty, and the two began to wait.
A long time passed, so that McGuffin had a lot of thoughts in his mind.
In fact, when I first watched Harry Potter, McGuffin had a doubt in his heart, what kind of wand is that wand displayed on the window in the shop, what is its significance, or what is special about it being displayed outside.
Like a broomstick boutique, showcasing the latest in tech wands?
Some ancient, unknown, powerful and mysterious wand?
Or did Ollivander take pride in making the best wand ever?
McGuffin lay on top of it, unable to hold back his hands and wanted to pick it up and try it out.
"Good morning, Sir."
A soft voice sounded in McGuffin's ear, startling him.
"That was the first wand I made successfully when I was young, seventeen inches, east green wood, dragon nerve. Now I can still remember the successful making at that time, vividly, the joy, the feeling of joy." Turning around, McGuffin saw Ollivander staring at him with his silver eyes without emotion, as if reading his mind, and explaining to him.
"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander! I want to buy..." McGuffin lowered his head and said guiltily.
"Wand, wand! Of course, you're a freshman at Hogwarts." Ollivander stared at McGuffin until he felt hairy. He wondered if the old guy had the memory and thoughts that could see through his insanity.
"Why didn't father remind me?"
McGuffin turned his head to one side, and saw that Mr. Longman was curiously trying to touch a silver graduated tape measure that stretched and retracted beside him and measured the tip of his nose with his fingertips.
"Ahem." McGuffin immediately coughed twice angrily.
Mr. Longman flicked his fingers, and immediately put down his fingers, pretending to be okay, and came to Ollivander who was looking at him.
"Longman Albert, a Muggle, this is my son McGuffin Albert." Perhaps to avoid embarrassment, at this time, McGuffin's father actually used the words he had just learned to mock himself.
"Let's get started! Open your arms. Let's see what kind of wand suits you." Without extra politeness, Ollivander directly started the process of choosing a wand.
He took out his wand a little, before he could see what MacGuffin Ollivander's own wand looked like.
The tape measure automatically flew to McGuffin, clinging to his outstretched arms, and began to measure.
"Which hand do you use?"
"Right hand."
Ollivander carefully recorded McGuffin's arm length, height, from wrist to shoulder, from foot to head,... every body measurement.
While measuring, he uttered the famous advertisement introduction in the novel: "Every Ollivander wand has super magical properties, which is also his essence. What we use are unicorn hair, phoenix feather, and dragon nerve. Every Ollivander wand is unique, because there are no two identical magical animals. Of course, if you use force that does not belong to your wand, it will not have good results."
……
Soon, Ollivander took out some long boxes from the shelves.
"About 10 to 12 inches in length,... well, let's see which type you are suitable for." Ollivander held a large pile of boxes and handed them to Longman who was standing beside him, and took out the top one.
"Peach wood, the dragon's nerves are pretty flexible. Wave it and have a look—" He took the wand without any reaction, and McGuffin knew it wasn't his wand, so he handed it to Mr. Ollivander.
"Oak, phoenix feather, thirteen inches, hard. Come, try it..."
McGuffin took the wand and stroked it from end to end.
A flash of light flashed across the black stick body, from the tip to the bottom, vaguely like feathery fiery red lines.
"This is mine..." McGuffin thought across his mind.
Ollivander reached out a hand and took the wand away from him.
"No, not yet,...Phoenix Feather? It seems to be a certain type of customer, and you are not very picky." Ollivander looked very happy, as if confirming something, he returned to the shelf by himself, and soon took out a stack of boxes from it and placed it in front of the two of them.
"Let me see, phoenix feather, what combination?" He opened the boxes, kept picking among them, and muttered to himself, completely ignoring the two who were still in front of him.
"There, there, how could I forget, a marvelous combination—holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. Yes, very good." He handed a wand to the McGuffin.
"Isn't this...what the hell? East green wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long—isn't this the wand of "Iron Baby" Harry?"
McGuffin kept MMP in his heart, but he didn't know how to deal with this situation.
I had no choice but to stare at the ground, bit the bullet and took the wand.
"No, no, I don't want to."
He prayed in his heart that he must not snatch the savior's wand, otherwise, wouldn't he be tricked by that old bee (Dumbledore) at Hogwarts in the future?
What's more, he still has the secret of the traverser, the secret of Goldfinger, the secret of the original plot - he still expects himself to be a little transparent and spend seven years in school safely.
The one in front of him was not a wand.
This is fate, this is a bottomless pit, this is the proof that Harry and that snake-faced, old bee fell in love and killed each other - LOVE.
I can't take it away! ! !
McGuffin screamed three hundred words a second in his heart.
But everything tends to kick you, not pull you.
McGuffin resisted but accepted the wand resignedly.
The wand reacted quickly - a clear and pleasant voice kept beeping, like a strange song slowly echoing in the wand shop.
Then the magic wand glowed brightly, the whole body glowed with fiery red light, it no longer became cold, and the temperature gradually increased——
Do not--! ! !
Done! ! !
MM, I want to go home!
(End of this chapter)
This is a wand shop with a history of more than 300 years in the UK. Since the Ollivander family came here from the Mediterranean with the Romans, it has become the most famous wand manufacturer in the UK and one of the three major wand manufacturers in Europe. It is as famous as Gregovich in Germany.
Of course, in the eyes of many young wizards studying at Hogwarts, Mr. Ollivander is undoubtedly the best wand maker in the world.Rumor has it that many foreign wizards came to London just to buy one of his wands.
In Ollivander’s opinion, only a suitable wand is the best wand, and a suitable wand is made of the three most suitable magic materials, unicorn hair, dragon nerves, phoenix feathers, and wand bodies of various materials to form a suitable wand, and each wand is different.
Of course there are still ancient recipes, handed down from rare wands, which are rare and work for a small number of people.
The only creed in the Ollivander family is: the wand chooses the owner.
After getting Galleon from Gringotts, McGuffin naturally dragged Mr. Longman to the wand shop he remembered just now.
A wand—that's what McGuffin craves most right now.
Not only because of the broken golden finger, but also because of the magic wand that he can try to cast magic by himself.
Even just waving a wand to create a stream of fire out of thin air is enough.
That's magic!
In the large glass window of the wand shop, there was a lonely wand on a purple cushion.
The golden signboard on the door has existed for an unknown number of years. Judging from the degree of peeling paint, it seems to have a history of hundreds of years. It reads: Ollivander, since 382 BC, began to make excellent magic wands.
Entering the store door, you can hear the sound of clanging and clanging from behind.
The inside of the store is very small, except for a bench near the door, there are only thousands of long and narrow boxes containing magic wands that are almost stacked to the ceiling.
The storefront was empty, and the two began to wait.
A long time passed, so that McGuffin had a lot of thoughts in his mind.
In fact, when I first watched Harry Potter, McGuffin had a doubt in his heart, what kind of wand is that wand displayed on the window in the shop, what is its significance, or what is special about it being displayed outside.
Like a broomstick boutique, showcasing the latest in tech wands?
Some ancient, unknown, powerful and mysterious wand?
Or did Ollivander take pride in making the best wand ever?
McGuffin lay on top of it, unable to hold back his hands and wanted to pick it up and try it out.
"Good morning, Sir."
A soft voice sounded in McGuffin's ear, startling him.
"That was the first wand I made successfully when I was young, seventeen inches, east green wood, dragon nerve. Now I can still remember the successful making at that time, vividly, the joy, the feeling of joy." Turning around, McGuffin saw Ollivander staring at him with his silver eyes without emotion, as if reading his mind, and explaining to him.
"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander! I want to buy..." McGuffin lowered his head and said guiltily.
"Wand, wand! Of course, you're a freshman at Hogwarts." Ollivander stared at McGuffin until he felt hairy. He wondered if the old guy had the memory and thoughts that could see through his insanity.
"Why didn't father remind me?"
McGuffin turned his head to one side, and saw that Mr. Longman was curiously trying to touch a silver graduated tape measure that stretched and retracted beside him and measured the tip of his nose with his fingertips.
"Ahem." McGuffin immediately coughed twice angrily.
Mr. Longman flicked his fingers, and immediately put down his fingers, pretending to be okay, and came to Ollivander who was looking at him.
"Longman Albert, a Muggle, this is my son McGuffin Albert." Perhaps to avoid embarrassment, at this time, McGuffin's father actually used the words he had just learned to mock himself.
"Let's get started! Open your arms. Let's see what kind of wand suits you." Without extra politeness, Ollivander directly started the process of choosing a wand.
He took out his wand a little, before he could see what MacGuffin Ollivander's own wand looked like.
The tape measure automatically flew to McGuffin, clinging to his outstretched arms, and began to measure.
"Which hand do you use?"
"Right hand."
Ollivander carefully recorded McGuffin's arm length, height, from wrist to shoulder, from foot to head,... every body measurement.
While measuring, he uttered the famous advertisement introduction in the novel: "Every Ollivander wand has super magical properties, which is also his essence. What we use are unicorn hair, phoenix feather, and dragon nerve. Every Ollivander wand is unique, because there are no two identical magical animals. Of course, if you use force that does not belong to your wand, it will not have good results."
……
Soon, Ollivander took out some long boxes from the shelves.
"About 10 to 12 inches in length,... well, let's see which type you are suitable for." Ollivander held a large pile of boxes and handed them to Longman who was standing beside him, and took out the top one.
"Peach wood, the dragon's nerves are pretty flexible. Wave it and have a look—" He took the wand without any reaction, and McGuffin knew it wasn't his wand, so he handed it to Mr. Ollivander.
"Oak, phoenix feather, thirteen inches, hard. Come, try it..."
McGuffin took the wand and stroked it from end to end.
A flash of light flashed across the black stick body, from the tip to the bottom, vaguely like feathery fiery red lines.
"This is mine..." McGuffin thought across his mind.
Ollivander reached out a hand and took the wand away from him.
"No, not yet,...Phoenix Feather? It seems to be a certain type of customer, and you are not very picky." Ollivander looked very happy, as if confirming something, he returned to the shelf by himself, and soon took out a stack of boxes from it and placed it in front of the two of them.
"Let me see, phoenix feather, what combination?" He opened the boxes, kept picking among them, and muttered to himself, completely ignoring the two who were still in front of him.
"There, there, how could I forget, a marvelous combination—holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. Yes, very good." He handed a wand to the McGuffin.
"Isn't this...what the hell? East green wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long—isn't this the wand of "Iron Baby" Harry?"
McGuffin kept MMP in his heart, but he didn't know how to deal with this situation.
I had no choice but to stare at the ground, bit the bullet and took the wand.
"No, no, I don't want to."
He prayed in his heart that he must not snatch the savior's wand, otherwise, wouldn't he be tricked by that old bee (Dumbledore) at Hogwarts in the future?
What's more, he still has the secret of the traverser, the secret of Goldfinger, the secret of the original plot - he still expects himself to be a little transparent and spend seven years in school safely.
The one in front of him was not a wand.
This is fate, this is a bottomless pit, this is the proof that Harry and that snake-faced, old bee fell in love and killed each other - LOVE.
I can't take it away! ! !
McGuffin screamed three hundred words a second in his heart.
But everything tends to kick you, not pull you.
McGuffin resisted but accepted the wand resignedly.
The wand reacted quickly - a clear and pleasant voice kept beeping, like a strange song slowly echoing in the wand shop.
Then the magic wand glowed brightly, the whole body glowed with fiery red light, it no longer became cold, and the temperature gradually increased——
Do not--! ! !
Done! ! !
MM, I want to go home!
(End of this chapter)
