Chapter 9 The Wizard Chooses the Wand

"This wand is not for sale." An old man walked out of the shop and came to them. His steps were light and almost silent, but his big, light-colored eyes were very bright, like two moons.

Les glanced at the old man. His old face looked almost like the staff maker from thousands of years ago. It was as if he had stepped out of Les's memory.

"You must be Mr. Ollivander."

No need to tell his name, Les was convinced that the person in front of him was a descendant of the Ollivander family. From this point of view, their family has at least a thousand years of stick-making history, and the words on the sign may not be an exaggeration.

"Of course." Garrick Ollivander was not surprised. After all, this was the entrance to Ollivander's Wand Shop, so it was not difficult to guess his identity.

He reiterated to Les that the wands in the window were not for sale. If he wanted to buy a wand, he had thousands of ready-made wands in his store for him to choose from, except this one.

Les pointed to the wand in the window and asked: "Apple wood, dragon's brain nerve?"

"Yes, twelve and a quarter inches, apple wood with dragon brain nerves, a rare choice." Ollivander's tone was full of surprise and admiration.

Mr. Ollivander was really surprised. The young man in front of him could actually see the material and core of the wand through the display window. This was really an enviable talent. Which wand maker was he the descendant of?

For the sake of Rice's superb wand learning talent, Mr. Ollivander explained to him the ins and outs of this wand: This wand was customized by a customer in the shop of Mr. Ollivander's ancestor thousands of years ago. , but on the day of delivery, the girl did not come to pick up the wand. Her ancestor had been waiting for her, but she did not show up until her ancestor passed away. The ancestor made a rule before his death that this wand can only be sold to those who take the initiative to report the remaining balance of the wand and pay in the correct currency.

In Mr. Ollivander's opinion, this is an impossible condition. It is extremely difficult to just ask for payment in currency from a thousand years ago. What's more, no one except the Ollivander family knows about this currency. The remaining balance of the wand.

This wand will remain in the window of Ollivander's Wand Shop as always, becoming a symbol of their family's history.

"The final payment is 37 Æthelstan silver pennies. Please keep it. I've taken this wand." Les took out a small bag full of silver coins from the small bag on his waist and put it in In Ollivander's hands.

Contrary to the stereotype, one Æthelstan silver penny weighs less than two grams, and the thirty-seven silver pennies together with the bag containing them weigh less than three ounces. Mr. Ollivander can naturally carry the bag. When it was placed in his hand, his arm didn't even tremble.

Ollivander was stunned on the spot. He couldn't figure out why this boy knew the price of the wand and even prepared silver pennies that were only circulated a thousand years ago. Could it be that he is the descendant of the girl from before? But if their family knew this, why did they wait a thousand years to get this wand?

Garrick Ollivander was confused.

"Why?" he asked subconsciously.

"Because I have a fate with this wand." A faint smile appeared on Les's face.

Who would have thought that he had watched the entire incident and happened to keep a batch of coins from that era?

Garrick Ollivander's thin cheeks trembled twice, and finally he put the bag of silver coins into his pocket.

"The core of this wand is the brain nerve of the fire dragon. Although this material is also a very good core material, it is not as stable as the heart nerve. It requires higher requirements on the user's magic control ability. More importantly, it is It was made a thousand years ago, so I cannot guarantee its quality." Out of professional ethics considerations, Ollivander still reminded Rice.

"Well, so I also want to buy myself a wand - the one I just got for my friend." Les bought this wand just for a thought, but he still wanted to buy a more suitable one. Your own wand.

"Oh, that's great!" Mr. Ollivander suddenly became happy when he saw this, and he quickly invited Rice and Lupert into the shop.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is a small store, with only one bench and thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes that stretch almost to the ceiling. After stepping here, Les felt a throbbing in his heart and the hairs on his arms stood up.

He knew that this was the magical resonance produced by the gathering of many super powerful magical substances. In this small room, the flow of magic became chaotic under the influence of thousands of wands. Driven by them, even the invisible dust would be accompanied by the rhythm of magic.

He glanced at Lupet and found that she looked as normal as if she hadn't noticed anything.

Sometimes being a little slow doesn't seem like a bad thing, an idea crossed Les' mind.

Putting these distracting thoughts behind, Rice looked at Mr. Ollivander, preparing to buy his favorite wand from him.

"Do the wands you have here have snake horn as the core?"

If given a choice, Rice would definitely choose a wand made of snake horn as the core and snake wood as the wand body, as he did back then, but the old man in front of him said something that shocked him.

"Snake King? This evil magical animal has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years. The so-called "basilisk horns" on the market are all fake horns of other animals. Due to its scarcity, no one uses this kind of wand core to make wands. .”

evil?

Les's brows knitted together.

"You have a serious misunderstanding about the Snake King. The history of wizards cultivating the Snake King can be traced back to the ancient Greek period. This creature has nothing to do with evil. It is like a weapon. There is no distinction between justice and evil."

Rice's defense was ignored by Ollivander. He was an extremely stubborn craftsman, and the words of a child could not shake his heart.

He took a tape measure and measured the dimensions of every part of Les's body, including shoulders, fingertips, wrists, elbows, and even the circumference of his head.

While measuring the size, he promoted his concept to Rice: "I only use powerful magical substances such as unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves to make wands. Every Ollivander wand is made of One of a kind, it’s my job to help you find the wand that recognizes and chooses you.”

"Oh?" Les raised his eyebrows, "The wand chooses the wizard?"

"Of course!" Ollivander replied without thinking.

Les couldn't suppress the urge to raise the corners of his mouth. He turned around and faced the wall of wands and said: "In my opinion, it is the wizard who chooses the wands. If you don't believe it, you can take a look -"

Mr. Ollivander had an unpleasant premonition in his heart for no reason, and he quickly asked: "What are you going to do?"

"No wand can deny a great wizard. I chose the wand, not the wand that chose me."

Les spread his hands.

Along with his movements, the "wall" of wands trembled, and each wand trembled in the box as if it had come alive.

During this process, Les could clearly feel the emotions of the wands: fear, surrender, unyielding, anger... and joy.

He could choose any wand from among the thousands, and as he said, no wand would refuse him.

After he noticed the movement, he stretched out his hand. A wooden box flew out from the wand wall and landed firmly in his hand.

"Thirteen inches, elderberry, fire dragon's heart nerve." After seeing the appearance of the box clearly, Ollivander subconsciously reported the properties of the wand.

"A pretty good wand, how much does it cost?"

Les took a fancy to this wand.

"Seven Galleons."

"One more." Les beckoned again, summoning a twelve-inch long wand with a laurel wood body and a unicorn tail hair core.

This one is for Lupert.

When Les paid and was about to leave, Mr. Ollivander spoke, and there was even a vibrato in his tone.

"伱, who are you?"

The boy left Ollivander's Wand Shop without looking back, leading Rupert, who was already dumbfounded with surprise, leaving only his voice echoing in the small shop——

"I am the greatest wizard of this age."

"The greatest wizard", this statement is so arrogant, but Mr. Ollivander felt for a moment that this boy who was no taller than his chest was not bragging or lying, because the scene just now was still deeply imprinted in his mind. In it, it cannot fade away for a long time.

Does the wand choose the wizard, or does the wizard choose the wand?

Ollivander didn't notice a crack in his ironclad faith, all because a teenager walked into his wand shop and picked out a wand for himself.