Chapter 8 Magic Wand
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
After a while, the four ladies present appeared on the streets of Diagon Alley each holding a cone.
"Shall we go buy books first?" Hermione saw the bookstore not far away at a glance, her eyes lit up, and she said excitedly.
Su Er knew that this girl had no idea how to buy books. If she went to the bookstore first, it would easily lead to carrying dozens of kilograms of books to purchase, so he shook his head.
"No, the most important thing now is to buy a wand."
"Okay." Hermione nodded a little disappointed, but then became excited again, "Professor McGonagall told me that a good wand will help me cast magic twice the result with half the effort. When it comes to buying a wand, she recommended to me - -Ollivander."
"Mrs. Granger and I want to go there and have a look." Mrs. Ellison seemed to have other ideas, and Soul looked in the direction she said.
Oh, it seems to be a clothing store, so that's okay.
"Then where will Hermione and I go to find you later? Mom?" Sol said knowingly.
"Okay." Mrs. Ellison nodded, and the seven people were divided into teams of two and five, and separated at this fork in the road.
The two walked along the cobblestone path for a long time before they saw a small and shabby store.
The gold-lettered signboard at its door has peeled off, and it reads - Ollivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC.
"This is it." Soul stopped and Hermione looked at the shop in front of her with a puzzled look.
"Are you sure?"
"Ah, you're a thousand-year-old staff-making master. It's normal for the shop to be a little shabby. Everything will break after being stored for 1000 years."
While he was talking, Soul had already pushed open the door and entered, followed closely by Hermione.
The tinkling bell rang deep in the shop, seeming to alert the shopkeeper that a customer was coming.
Soul and Hermione stood by the bench at the door and looked at the furnishings of the store. Countless boxes were neatly stacked up to the high ceiling. A telescopic chair stayed alone next to a mountain of boxes. If you have trypophobia, The local people here may feel dizzy.
The atmosphere here was solemn and mysterious, and Soul and Hermione didn't dare to breathe.
"Good afternoon." A soft voice said, startling both of them. They looked in the direction of the voice. Only then did they see an old man standing in front of them. He was dressed simply, but very neatly. , the pupils are very light silver, like two shining moons in the slightly dim shop.
This should be Ollivander, similar to the equipment instructor in the game.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." The two said in unison, solemnly.
Ollivander looked at Soul steadily, as if he was recalling something.
"Oh, I remember," he said, "Mr. Bones, I remember, I remember, your father, thirteen and one-third inches, cypress, unicorn tail feathers."
"And Mrs. Bones. It's made of cherry wood and swings very smoothly. It's a good wand. Now it's your turn, little Bones."
Hermione looked at Soul with some surprise.
"Actually, my name is Soul Ellison." Soul said in a calm voice. He had grown up in the Ellison family since he was a baby. If he had a choice, he still wanted his last name to be Ellison instead of Ellison. Bones.
"No, I remember correctly. You, your father, and your mother look very similar. Are they here?" Ollivander walked to Sur, looked at him carefully, firmed up his judgment, and then he He stepped towards the door.
"They didn't come, they have passed away." Suer was already a little impatient.
"Oh..." Ollivander seemed a little sad, "Mr. Bones and Mrs. Bones are both good people. Sorry, kid, I didn't know..."
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Ollivander, I would rather have a wand of my own now." Soul said.
"Of course, of course." Ollivander nodded repeatedly, "I understand that young wizards always have great expectations for their first wand."
"So, Mr. Beau...Ellison, which hand do you prefer?" Ollivander reached out and reached for the tape measure on the small table not far away.
"Right hand, sir."
"Okay, straighten it out." The tape measure began to move, and Ollivander began to measure the size as he moved. "People always think that it is the power of the wizard that controls the wand."
After measuring the length and circumference of Soul's arms, the tape measure started from shoulders to the floor, knees to armpits...
"And my ancestors determined long ago that it is the wand that chooses the wizard, and it can always faithfully reflect the character of the wand owner."
Ollivander started walking backwards, letting the tape measure fly around Soul.
"From a long time ago, we have been using fire dragon nerves, phoenix feathers and unicorn tail feathers, which all have super strong substances."
There were constant sounds coming from the place where Ollivander disappeared, and soon Ollivander came out holding several boxes.
"Fire Dragon Nerve, twelve and three-thirds inches, fir, try it." He took the wand out of the box and handed it to Soul with the handle facing outward.
Sur took it, but before he could wave it to test the feeling, red light burst out from the tip of the stick and hit the mountain of boxes not far away. Several boxes fell to the ground with continuous banging sounds. .
Ollivander didn't care and took the wand out of Soul's hand, "This bad-tempered guy obviously doesn't like you very much, Mr. Ellison, so let's try this one, willow and phoenix feather."
As soon as Soul took the new wand in his hand, Ollivander took it away.
"It's not very suitable either," he said. "Let's try it. Unicorn feathers, the same as Mr. Bones's, cypress."
As soon as Soul took the wand in his hand, the tip of the wand began to glow.
"Oh, that looks good," said Mr. Ollivander, and Soul thought for a moment that it was his wand.
But Ollivander then shook his head, "But not the best."
The boxes were stacked higher and higher, and the wands were replaced one after another, but Ollivander was not impatient at all, but became more and more excited.
"Picky customer, it doesn't matter... Well, let me think about it, I seem to have one..." Ollivander clapped his hands gently, "Oh, by the way, that one..."
He muttered as he walked inside, and then a series of bang, bang, and snap sounds came from deep inside the shop.
There was also a slight, "Ouch..."
It sounded as if Ollivander had been hit by a box.
Hermione was already sitting on the bench leaning against the wall and started nodding.
"Ah...that's it." Ollivander's shoulders were covered with a layer of dust, but there was a smile on his face.
"Try it."
Ollivander took out the wand. It was a very beautiful wand with lively lines on its body.
It is the breath of life, and people think of the word life when they first see it.
"Extraordinary combination, this is my father's early work." Ollivander gently stroked the wand in his hand, and he rubbed it over and over along the lines.
"Platus sycamore and Yeqi's tail feathers are a very opposite combination, but they can get along harmoniously. Apart from it, I can't think of a more suitable wand."
Soul held the wand in his hand, and suddenly a feeling came over him.
It is it.
The wand was shaking gently in Sur's hand, and wisps of light flakes spread out from the tip of the wand. Soon, the air was filled with light flakes diffused from the wand, and the air of the entire shop was like one. new.
"Excellent." Ollivander clapped softly, but his expression was a little incomprehensible.
"Life is the most wonderful thing in the world, and death is also a great proposition..." he said.
"It chose you, and I hope you won't let it down."
"Okay, it's the little witch's turn next."
"Ah..." Hermione looked up in confusion, "Is it over?"
"Wipe your saliva, Hermione." Soul squeezed the wand in his hand and said with a smile.
"Shall we go buy books first?" Hermione saw the bookstore not far away at a glance, her eyes lit up, and she said excitedly.
Su Er knew that this girl had no idea how to buy books. If she went to the bookstore first, it would easily lead to carrying dozens of kilograms of books to purchase, so he shook his head.
"No, the most important thing now is to buy a wand."
"Okay." Hermione nodded a little disappointed, but then became excited again, "Professor McGonagall told me that a good wand will help me cast magic twice the result with half the effort. When it comes to buying a wand, she recommended to me - -Ollivander."
"Mrs. Granger and I want to go there and have a look." Mrs. Ellison seemed to have other ideas, and Soul looked in the direction she said.
Oh, it seems to be a clothing store, so that's okay.
"Then where will Hermione and I go to find you later? Mom?" Sol said knowingly.
"Okay." Mrs. Ellison nodded, and the seven people were divided into teams of two and five, and separated at this fork in the road.
The two walked along the cobblestone path for a long time before they saw a small and shabby store.
The gold-lettered signboard at its door has peeled off, and it reads - Ollivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC.
"This is it." Soul stopped and Hermione looked at the shop in front of her with a puzzled look.
"Are you sure?"
"Ah, you're a thousand-year-old staff-making master. It's normal for the shop to be a little shabby. Everything will break after being stored for 1000 years."
While he was talking, Soul had already pushed open the door and entered, followed closely by Hermione.
The tinkling bell rang deep in the shop, seeming to alert the shopkeeper that a customer was coming.
Soul and Hermione stood by the bench at the door and looked at the furnishings of the store. Countless boxes were neatly stacked up to the high ceiling. A telescopic chair stayed alone next to a mountain of boxes. If you have trypophobia, The local people here may feel dizzy.
The atmosphere here was solemn and mysterious, and Soul and Hermione didn't dare to breathe.
"Good afternoon." A soft voice said, startling both of them. They looked in the direction of the voice. Only then did they see an old man standing in front of them. He was dressed simply, but very neatly. , the pupils are very light silver, like two shining moons in the slightly dim shop.
This should be Ollivander, similar to the equipment instructor in the game.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." The two said in unison, solemnly.
Ollivander looked at Soul steadily, as if he was recalling something.
"Oh, I remember," he said, "Mr. Bones, I remember, I remember, your father, thirteen and one-third inches, cypress, unicorn tail feathers."
"And Mrs. Bones. It's made of cherry wood and swings very smoothly. It's a good wand. Now it's your turn, little Bones."
Hermione looked at Soul with some surprise.
"Actually, my name is Soul Ellison." Soul said in a calm voice. He had grown up in the Ellison family since he was a baby. If he had a choice, he still wanted his last name to be Ellison instead of Ellison. Bones.
"No, I remember correctly. You, your father, and your mother look very similar. Are they here?" Ollivander walked to Sur, looked at him carefully, firmed up his judgment, and then he He stepped towards the door.
"They didn't come, they have passed away." Suer was already a little impatient.
"Oh..." Ollivander seemed a little sad, "Mr. Bones and Mrs. Bones are both good people. Sorry, kid, I didn't know..."
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Ollivander, I would rather have a wand of my own now." Soul said.
"Of course, of course." Ollivander nodded repeatedly, "I understand that young wizards always have great expectations for their first wand."
"So, Mr. Beau...Ellison, which hand do you prefer?" Ollivander reached out and reached for the tape measure on the small table not far away.
"Right hand, sir."
"Okay, straighten it out." The tape measure began to move, and Ollivander began to measure the size as he moved. "People always think that it is the power of the wizard that controls the wand."
After measuring the length and circumference of Soul's arms, the tape measure started from shoulders to the floor, knees to armpits...
"And my ancestors determined long ago that it is the wand that chooses the wizard, and it can always faithfully reflect the character of the wand owner."
Ollivander started walking backwards, letting the tape measure fly around Soul.
"From a long time ago, we have been using fire dragon nerves, phoenix feathers and unicorn tail feathers, which all have super strong substances."
There were constant sounds coming from the place where Ollivander disappeared, and soon Ollivander came out holding several boxes.
"Fire Dragon Nerve, twelve and three-thirds inches, fir, try it." He took the wand out of the box and handed it to Soul with the handle facing outward.
Sur took it, but before he could wave it to test the feeling, red light burst out from the tip of the stick and hit the mountain of boxes not far away. Several boxes fell to the ground with continuous banging sounds. .
Ollivander didn't care and took the wand out of Soul's hand, "This bad-tempered guy obviously doesn't like you very much, Mr. Ellison, so let's try this one, willow and phoenix feather."
As soon as Soul took the new wand in his hand, Ollivander took it away.
"It's not very suitable either," he said. "Let's try it. Unicorn feathers, the same as Mr. Bones's, cypress."
As soon as Soul took the wand in his hand, the tip of the wand began to glow.
"Oh, that looks good," said Mr. Ollivander, and Soul thought for a moment that it was his wand.
But Ollivander then shook his head, "But not the best."
The boxes were stacked higher and higher, and the wands were replaced one after another, but Ollivander was not impatient at all, but became more and more excited.
"Picky customer, it doesn't matter... Well, let me think about it, I seem to have one..." Ollivander clapped his hands gently, "Oh, by the way, that one..."
He muttered as he walked inside, and then a series of bang, bang, and snap sounds came from deep inside the shop.
There was also a slight, "Ouch..."
It sounded as if Ollivander had been hit by a box.
Hermione was already sitting on the bench leaning against the wall and started nodding.
"Ah...that's it." Ollivander's shoulders were covered with a layer of dust, but there was a smile on his face.
"Try it."
Ollivander took out the wand. It was a very beautiful wand with lively lines on its body.
It is the breath of life, and people think of the word life when they first see it.
"Extraordinary combination, this is my father's early work." Ollivander gently stroked the wand in his hand, and he rubbed it over and over along the lines.
"Platus sycamore and Yeqi's tail feathers are a very opposite combination, but they can get along harmoniously. Apart from it, I can't think of a more suitable wand."
Soul held the wand in his hand, and suddenly a feeling came over him.
It is it.
The wand was shaking gently in Sur's hand, and wisps of light flakes spread out from the tip of the wand. Soon, the air was filled with light flakes diffused from the wand, and the air of the entire shop was like one. new.
"Excellent." Ollivander clapped softly, but his expression was a little incomprehensible.
"Life is the most wonderful thing in the world, and death is also a great proposition..." he said.
"It chose you, and I hope you won't let it down."
"Okay, it's the little witch's turn next."
"Ah..." Hermione looked up in confusion, "Is it over?"
"Wipe your saliva, Hermione." Soul squeezed the wand in his hand and said with a smile.
