Chapter 6 The Best Cane Maker in All of Europe
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Qing Mo Da Xian
A suitable wand can not only give full play to the magic power of the wizard, but also infinitely amplify the power of the spell.
Vincent, who was in Ollivander's wand shop, had now tried eleven wands.
"Ollivander's Wand Shop, making fine wands since 380 BC..."
He thought of the slogan on the badly faded gold signboard outside the store, and he doubted the professionalism here.
The boxes and dust scattered all over the ground are obviously due to the poor craftsmanship of the wand, which caused the tip of the wand to blow off a large cloud of air when it was just held.
"Son, try this one." Ollivander, who said No. 12 times, his silver-white eyes are still full of confidence.
A nervous Vincent held the thirteen-inch wand made of walnut and dragon's heart nerve.
Unsurprisingly, the tip of the staff shook the surrounding air again.
Mag, who had been prepared for a long time, waved his hand to counteract the impact of a large amount of dust in the store.
Excluding the first two times, this is the tenth time she has cast a spell without a staff.
Even Eric, who is least interested in magic, can perform this whole set of movements perfectly at this moment.
"Oh, it seems to be an extremely picky guest!" Ollivander looked extremely excited.
He looked at Vincent with some kind of indescribable fanaticism.
"Little Mr. Wayne, your physique dictates that a longer wand is most suitable—"
Ollivander, who went back and forth, held a crumpled box, "If you can't satisfy you with this one, I don't think anyone in Europe can make a more suitable one."
Vincent smiled awkwardly: "It's okay."
With these words as a guarantee, he believes that the magic wand in the long box in front of him will not be a defective product like just now.
One without a system and two without a golden finger, no matter how special it is, it can't have mana for nothing, and there is no way to use a magic wand.
Vincent had a very strong premonition that the No.13 wand would be his own.
"Alder is the least bendable wood, and the best wand wood for casting silent spells—"
Ollivander carefully lifted a fifteen-inch light gray wand from the full cardboard box.
"This kind of wood is very stubborn, so stubborn that even if it is broken, it will not change the original straight line."
This wand with a thin front end, an unknown strange bird engraved on the bottom, and its tail feathers on the handle is absolutely perfect for hitting the skull.
Ollivander with a face full of reluctance handed it over, "The phoenix tail feather inside the core is taken from an ancient phoenix from the east."
Vincent stared at the unknown strange bird with a surprised expression: "Is this what the phoenix looks like?"
"Yes." Ollivander's silvery white eyes were full of nostalgia: "She is the biggest phoenix I have ever seen in my life,
Her singing is so beautiful that I have never forgotten it. "
Vincent didn't care that the other party used "she", a word referring to people, to describe Phoenix.
He already had a deep understanding of the weird characters of the wizards with only a little impression.
"Come on child, you will do great things in this world with her."
Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, Vincent held it neatly.
A warm current started from the handle of the stick and slowly moved upwards around his left hand.
The little particles of light diffused from the tip of the staff are as dazzling as gorgeous fireworks.
"Wonderful!" Ollivander opened his mouth slightly: "The last time I saw such a matching combination was this morning."
Vincent, whose mouth was twitching, was sure that the best staff maker in Europe had definitely told every little wizard this way.
"Six Galleons in total." [-]
Gugu in his arms probed and took out five gold coins from the purse.
He looked eagerly at Ollivander, as if implying that his life was difficult.
"Okay, five Galleons."
McGonagall, whose gaze has softened, is satisfied.
This one hundred Galleons is all the savings of the Wayne family at present, and every gold coin must be counted carefully.
"Minerva, at least [-]% off." Mrs. Malkin from the gown shop smiled reluctantly.
"It doesn't matter if the size fits or not, the key is that the fabric is durable—"
McGonagall glanced at the wand in Vincent's hand, "Little Mr. Wayne, the robe can always keep fit through a simple transformation."
"Thank you Professor."
When Cuckoo took out three gold Galleons, his two big eyes were still staring at Mrs. Malkin angrily.
"Son, your pet is so cute."
Vincent touched Goo Goo, whose head was sticking out of the purse, "It's not my pet,
It was my first friend in the wizarding world. "
Madam Malkin took two Galleons from Gu Gu's beak, "Son, you are really kind, no wonder Minerva treats you so well."
"Ma'am, you are very discerning." Vincent blinked playfully.
Such a humorous answer immediately caught two pairs of blank eyes from the Wayne couple.
Other people's children spend money to go to school, but my own son not only spends no money on going to school, but even earns a lot back.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Eric decided not to step into the Leaky Cauldron again next year.
He is now considered a well-known figure in the magic world, and breaking his oath will have a huge impact.
It's just that when he walked into Lihen Bookstore, this decision was thrown out of outer space.
"Oh, are you Mr. Wayne?"
"I am, but you..."
Several young wizards surrounded Eric, their big eyes shining brightly.
"Can you give me an autograph?"
"Of course." He raised a very bright smile.
The speed at which news from the magic world spreads seems to be not much worse than the time before Vincent traveled.
"Professor, are the reporters of the Daily Prophet so efficient?"
"Newspapers will make changes based on the content of the day."
McGonagall asked the clerk for a newspaper, "Look, now the front page has been replaced by your father."
What was supposed to be praising the Ministry of Magic's new policy was moved under Muggles who challenged Gamp's success.
The Eric in that dynamic photo was provided by an enthusiastic wizard in the bar when he just put down the bottle and screamed out the proclamation.
"Unbelievable, this Muggle is better than all wizards in the past 300 years"..."
Just this sensational title gave Vincent a very bad feeling.
As an example, Mr. Potter, a well-known figure in the magic world, encountered bullying on campus in the first grade, and the disparity between good and bad treatment from various professors.
Although he didn't dare to speculate about the changes brought about by these experiences after only watching the first movie, he also knew that he would definitely be uncomfortable in the future.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
"According to the interview, Mr. Wayne's only son is a freshman at Hogwarts this year..."
Vincent showed such a look.
That unscrupulous reporter even got a dynamic back photo of him.
Although they were just folding napkins in a very dignified manner, the article described the Wayne family as a Muggle family of fallen nobles in an extremely exaggerated way.
"Professor, does the wizarding world have portrait rights?"
"Image rights? What does that mean?"
Vincent, who mourned more than dying, turned the newspaper over, "It's nothing, I just think the Daily Prophet is a bit weird."
He shrugged and confided his bitterness to Mag: "Forget about the headlines, why are these big pages all about our family?"
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Vincent, who was in Ollivander's wand shop, had now tried eleven wands.
"Ollivander's Wand Shop, making fine wands since 380 BC..."
He thought of the slogan on the badly faded gold signboard outside the store, and he doubted the professionalism here.
The boxes and dust scattered all over the ground are obviously due to the poor craftsmanship of the wand, which caused the tip of the wand to blow off a large cloud of air when it was just held.
"Son, try this one." Ollivander, who said No. 12 times, his silver-white eyes are still full of confidence.
A nervous Vincent held the thirteen-inch wand made of walnut and dragon's heart nerve.
Unsurprisingly, the tip of the staff shook the surrounding air again.
Mag, who had been prepared for a long time, waved his hand to counteract the impact of a large amount of dust in the store.
Excluding the first two times, this is the tenth time she has cast a spell without a staff.
Even Eric, who is least interested in magic, can perform this whole set of movements perfectly at this moment.
"Oh, it seems to be an extremely picky guest!" Ollivander looked extremely excited.
He looked at Vincent with some kind of indescribable fanaticism.
"Little Mr. Wayne, your physique dictates that a longer wand is most suitable—"
Ollivander, who went back and forth, held a crumpled box, "If you can't satisfy you with this one, I don't think anyone in Europe can make a more suitable one."
Vincent smiled awkwardly: "It's okay."
With these words as a guarantee, he believes that the magic wand in the long box in front of him will not be a defective product like just now.
One without a system and two without a golden finger, no matter how special it is, it can't have mana for nothing, and there is no way to use a magic wand.
Vincent had a very strong premonition that the No.13 wand would be his own.
"Alder is the least bendable wood, and the best wand wood for casting silent spells—"
Ollivander carefully lifted a fifteen-inch light gray wand from the full cardboard box.
"This kind of wood is very stubborn, so stubborn that even if it is broken, it will not change the original straight line."
This wand with a thin front end, an unknown strange bird engraved on the bottom, and its tail feathers on the handle is absolutely perfect for hitting the skull.
Ollivander with a face full of reluctance handed it over, "The phoenix tail feather inside the core is taken from an ancient phoenix from the east."
Vincent stared at the unknown strange bird with a surprised expression: "Is this what the phoenix looks like?"
"Yes." Ollivander's silvery white eyes were full of nostalgia: "She is the biggest phoenix I have ever seen in my life,
Her singing is so beautiful that I have never forgotten it. "
Vincent didn't care that the other party used "she", a word referring to people, to describe Phoenix.
He already had a deep understanding of the weird characters of the wizards with only a little impression.
"Come on child, you will do great things in this world with her."
Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, Vincent held it neatly.
A warm current started from the handle of the stick and slowly moved upwards around his left hand.
The little particles of light diffused from the tip of the staff are as dazzling as gorgeous fireworks.
"Wonderful!" Ollivander opened his mouth slightly: "The last time I saw such a matching combination was this morning."
Vincent, whose mouth was twitching, was sure that the best staff maker in Europe had definitely told every little wizard this way.
"Six Galleons in total." [-]
Gugu in his arms probed and took out five gold coins from the purse.
He looked eagerly at Ollivander, as if implying that his life was difficult.
"Okay, five Galleons."
McGonagall, whose gaze has softened, is satisfied.
This one hundred Galleons is all the savings of the Wayne family at present, and every gold coin must be counted carefully.
"Minerva, at least [-]% off." Mrs. Malkin from the gown shop smiled reluctantly.
"It doesn't matter if the size fits or not, the key is that the fabric is durable—"
McGonagall glanced at the wand in Vincent's hand, "Little Mr. Wayne, the robe can always keep fit through a simple transformation."
"Thank you Professor."
When Cuckoo took out three gold Galleons, his two big eyes were still staring at Mrs. Malkin angrily.
"Son, your pet is so cute."
Vincent touched Goo Goo, whose head was sticking out of the purse, "It's not my pet,
It was my first friend in the wizarding world. "
Madam Malkin took two Galleons from Gu Gu's beak, "Son, you are really kind, no wonder Minerva treats you so well."
"Ma'am, you are very discerning." Vincent blinked playfully.
Such a humorous answer immediately caught two pairs of blank eyes from the Wayne couple.
Other people's children spend money to go to school, but my own son not only spends no money on going to school, but even earns a lot back.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Eric decided not to step into the Leaky Cauldron again next year.
He is now considered a well-known figure in the magic world, and breaking his oath will have a huge impact.
It's just that when he walked into Lihen Bookstore, this decision was thrown out of outer space.
"Oh, are you Mr. Wayne?"
"I am, but you..."
Several young wizards surrounded Eric, their big eyes shining brightly.
"Can you give me an autograph?"
"Of course." He raised a very bright smile.
The speed at which news from the magic world spreads seems to be not much worse than the time before Vincent traveled.
"Professor, are the reporters of the Daily Prophet so efficient?"
"Newspapers will make changes based on the content of the day."
McGonagall asked the clerk for a newspaper, "Look, now the front page has been replaced by your father."
What was supposed to be praising the Ministry of Magic's new policy was moved under Muggles who challenged Gamp's success.
The Eric in that dynamic photo was provided by an enthusiastic wizard in the bar when he just put down the bottle and screamed out the proclamation.
"Unbelievable, this Muggle is better than all wizards in the past 300 years"..."
Just this sensational title gave Vincent a very bad feeling.
As an example, Mr. Potter, a well-known figure in the magic world, encountered bullying on campus in the first grade, and the disparity between good and bad treatment from various professors.
Although he didn't dare to speculate about the changes brought about by these experiences after only watching the first movie, he also knew that he would definitely be uncomfortable in the future.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
"According to the interview, Mr. Wayne's only son is a freshman at Hogwarts this year..."
Vincent showed such a look.
That unscrupulous reporter even got a dynamic back photo of him.
Although they were just folding napkins in a very dignified manner, the article described the Wayne family as a Muggle family of fallen nobles in an extremely exaggerated way.
"Professor, does the wizarding world have portrait rights?"
"Image rights? What does that mean?"
Vincent, who mourned more than dying, turned the newspaper over, "It's nothing, I just think the Daily Prophet is a bit weird."
He shrugged and confided his bitterness to Mag: "Forget about the headlines, why are these big pages all about our family?"
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