Chapter 965: Wizards and Wands

Soon, Colin brought three people to the classroom.

Dumbledore finished his conversation with Gregorovitch, "Thank you, Mr. Creevey."

Vincent walked towards the recording equipment and set them up in less than two minutes.

He looked at Dumbledore, who was explaining the situation to Harry and Draco.

It turned out to be a wand detection ceremony, no wonder a video recording device was used.

But since the Ministry of Magic wants to focus on promoting this year's Triwizard Tournament, why does it always fail at critical moments?

"Oh——" He sighed and turned around to look around the classroom.

It cannot be said to be simple, it can only be said to be a bit perfunctory.

If they are not even willing to allocate funds, the promotional video will definitely not look good.

However, the white-haired old wizard looked quite professional, at least giving people a very professional feeling.

Vincent shook his head and was about to say hello to Dumbledore and go back when Ollivander walked into the classroom.

"Oh—Mr. Wayne?"

"Mr. Ollivander." Vincent smiled politely in return.

"Yes." Ollivander's silver eyes flashed with a strange light. "Fifteen inches long... a combination of alder and phoenix tail feathers, am I right?"

"That's right." Vincent took out the alder wand, "Mr. Ollivander, you have a very good memory."

Ollivander looked at the wand in his hand, "I remember every one of my creations clearly, and occasionally I can even recall the beautiful song of the phoenix."

Vincent could only respond with an awkward yet polite smile.

"Hmm?" Ollivander's eyes were full of confusion.

He stepped forward and carefully examined the wand in Vincent's hand. "Mr. Wayne, can you let me take a look?"

"of course."

Ollivander held up the alder wand with both hands. "Incredible..."

He looked at Vincent blankly, "Mr. Wayne, do you remember I told you that alder is the wood that is least likely to bend?"

"Remember, you also said that alder is the most suitable wand wood for casting silent spells."

Ollivander looked back at the alder wand in his hand. "I told you that you would accomplish great things in this world with her. Remember?"

Vincent nodded, "Remember, I thought you were joking."

"Really?" Ollivander looked at him with his eyes twinkling with strange light. "I think I was wrong, Mr. Wayne."

Such a strange look made Vincent feel puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"What a pity." Ollivander shook his head sadly, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to continue walking with you."

Vincent stared blankly at the alder wand that was handed back to him, "Mr. Ollivander, are you saying there's something wrong with my wand?"

Ollivander nodded and shook his head, "Mr. Wayne, your growth rate is too amazing. She can no longer keep up with you."

His eyes became sad again. "The carrying capacity of a wand is limited. That's why wizards seek more powerful wands."

If the magic wand is likened to a container for water, then the current alder wand can no longer carry Vincent's power.

Although it can be used normally, it cannot exert its full strength.

The reason why Ollivander felt incredible was that it took Vincent only four years to grow to this level.

Even if it is actually seven years, it is still a speed that is surprising.

Vincent took the alder wand from Ollivander.

As expected of one of the top three wand makers in Europe, he can find so many problems with just a few glances.

But at this moment, the white-haired old wizard suddenly came over.

His eyes were particularly bright, as if he could see through everything.

"It's not that simple, Master Ollivander."

Ollivander frowned, "Master Gregorovitch, do you think differently?"

Gregorovitch turned his gaze to Vincent. "Mr. Wayne, if I'm not mistaken, you should be able to use any wand you want now, right?"

"Yes." Vincent always felt that his name sounded familiar.

Gregorovitch...Gregorovitch of Germany? One of the three greatest wandmakers in Europe?

"Mr. Wayne, can I see your wand?"

"please."

Gregorovitch took the alder wand in his hand and waved it gently, and a series of sparks immediately burst out from the tip of the wand.

"Alder is a particularly stubborn wood, and wands made from it will usually only accept one wizard."

He waved the alder wand again, and a beautiful orchid blossomed on the tip of the wand. "Sure enough, I guessed right."

Ollivander came closer, his silver eyes fixed on the blooming orchid, "How is this possible!

Alder's characteristics meant that she would not easily accept others, not to mention that she had a high degree of compatibility with Mr. Wayne, so it was reasonable that such a thing should not happen.

unless……"

His voice attracted the attention of Dumbledore and others.

Master Gregorovitch returned the alder wand to Vincent. "Mr. Wayne, you remind me of a child I met many years ago. He bought his first wand from me. He grew up at the same alarming rate as you. In just six years, his wand could no longer carry his power."

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Harry and Draco to pause for a moment.

Ollivander slowly relaxed his frown, "Master Gregorovitch, has the child's wand also changed?"

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"Yes, that child came to my shop again after he grew up and asked me why he could never use magic to his full potential."

Gregorovitch paused, his face full of nostalgia, "I no longer remember what he looked like, but I clearly remember that his wand underwent a magical transformation, even changing its original properties."

Ollivander looked at the alder wand in Vincent's hand. "I know that powerful wizards can change the original properties of their wands after years of use, but I didn't expect that Mr. Wayne, so young, would have already..."

He chuckled and looked at Dumbledore beside him. "But the change in characteristics does not mean that it is no longer suitable for use. Some wizards can make their wands grow with them."

Gregorovitch nodded in agreement. "By the way... Master Ollivander, the phoenix carving on the handle of Mr. Wayne's wand was copied from Master Merovingian, right?"

Ollivander's face was full of pride, "Yes, Master Gregorovitch, what do you think of her?"

Gregorovitch curled his lips. "It's too ugly. It's far from the work of the Merovingian master."

Ollivander took a deep breath and looked at him resentfully. "No matter how ugly it is, it's better than those monotonous works of yours."

Gregorovitch's face looked a little grim. "I'm different from you. I pay more attention to practicality and durability."

"Really? I think appearance is just as important. It would be boring if all wands looked the same."

Dumbledore looked at this familiar scene with a worried look on his face.

Normal academic exchanges have begun again, but I don’t know whether the results this time will be the same as before.

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