Chapter 6: Difficult Wand Selection

After saying this, Snape and Ollivander looked at Carl with surprise and dullness in their eyes.

"What on earth did this kid do before? He's such a dangerous guy." Snape thought to himself.

"What kind of life has this boy been living before? What a poor little guy." Ollivander thought so again.

The two of them had different thoughts in their minds. One of them quietly came behind Karl and stared at the other.

I want to get some clues from the changes in the other person's expression.

The other one wiped the tears from his eyes again, handed over a wand, and patted the other's shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't be sad, kid. You are safe now. You don't need those useless things to protect yourself."

"Ironwood, nine inches, unicorn hair to the core, for the strong."

After listening to the introduction, Carl took the wand in his hand. In fact, he felt a little disdainful in his heart. He always thought that the wooden stick in his hand was just a broken one.

It was really not as reliable as his own M 1911, and what happened next confirmed his thoughts.

Just when he was about to pick up the wand and wave it to test whether this wand was suitable for him.

With a "crack" sound, the sturdy magic wand broke directly, and the internal circuit of the magic wand seemed to be short-circuited.

There was a flash of silver light and sparks, followed by an unpleasant burning smell.

"How is that possible? No!!!" Ollivander screamed and quickly snatched the wand from his hand.

After looking it up and down, he turned his head and stared at Karl, his face flushed.

"What's going on in your heart, kid? What have you been through to feel so hopeless and hateful?"

As he said this, he handed the wand to Professor Snape and Carl, jumping up and down.

"It's dead. This wand is completely dead. Not even the unicorn can soothe it. Is that the pain and hatred in your heart, child?"

Karl frowned, feeling that something was wrong. If he continued like this, his past might be exposed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lower his head silently, his shoulders shaking slightly, and sobbing softly.

The boy's soft crying kept echoing in this dilapidated shop, making Ollivander, who was standing by, a little at a loss.

This was the first time in decades that he felt so helpless, and even the dead wand was thrown aside by him.

He came to Karl, thought for a long time, and stammered.

"Child...I'm sorry...I...I...I don't know your past, if I have made you sad again."

"I apologize to you, but don't be afraid. Ollivander will definitely find a wand that's just right for you."

"No, sir, I messed up. I'm always like this." Carl slowly raised his head, his red eyes matched his handsome and cute face.

She looked so pitiful that Ollivander, who was standing by, quickly waved his hand and said.

"No, that's absolutely not the case. You are an excellent child, and the powerful magic in your body is proof of that."

"It's just that the wand is not suitable for you. It doesn't prove that you have a dark heart. Wait a minute, I will help you find it right away."

After saying that, he rushed into the shop, leaving Carl, who was still wiping his tears, and Professor Snape, with a complicated expression, standing there.

【 Good, perfect acting, just what a villain needs, but there are still flaws in the details. 】

[Since the host performed so well in his first performance, a special reward (Best Actor-level acting skills) is given. Use your performance to deceive everyone.]

【Then play with their hearts, hehehehe! 】

Just as Carl was about to calm down and come back to his senses from the performance, the voice of the dog system sounded again.

Listening to the other party's description, Karl's face immediately darkened, and he even felt a little sad. Is he that kind of person?

This is simply serious slander, coupled with the fact that he has not yet completely emerged from the performance state, the two factors have compounded each other.

The sad expression appeared on his face again, and this time it didn't seem like an act.

Such a genuine expression made Professor Snape a little confused. He even doubted his own judgment just now.

He couldn't help but take two steps forward, and when he came behind Carl, he looked at the boy wiping his tears.

That damn feeling of guilt surged into his heart once again, and he stretched out a hand, wanting to comfort the other person.

Just as he stretched out his hand, a loud shout came from the store.

"Severus, what are you doing? Stop it immediately. You will scare him."

After the voice, a cloud of dust flashed by, and Ollivander was holding a few old wooden boxes that he had found from somewhere.

He walked over hurriedly and slapped Snape's dirty hands away.

"You'll scare him, and I won't allow you to treat my customers like this."

Professor Snape, who was inexplicably sprayed in the face, looked even more terribly gloomy.

From a crow that was about to get angry, it successfully evolved into a vampire in the dark night.

This kind of dress and expression made Ollivander completely believe that this guy had bad intentions, after all, this was the state of the two when they first entered the store.

He saw it all, so he quickly waved his hand to drive it away.

"Go wait outside the door first and don't scare the poor child anymore."

"I...I..." Professor Snape wanted to explain, but his appearance and expression were really ugly.

Unable to defend himself, he was forcibly escorted out of the shop by Ollivander. Seeing this, Carl tried hard to suppress the urge to laugh.

Continue to enter the performance state and say beggingly.

"No need for that sir, I know Professor Snape is a good man."

"Don't worry about him kid. The most important thing for you right now is to calm down and let nature take its course so that you can find your wand."

Ollivander was very pleased. In his eyes, Carl was like an angel, because only an angel would say good things about a black bat.

But in his shop, he has the final say, after eliminating Professor Snape, the unfavorable off-site factor.

He opened the wooden box in front of him with great interest, took out a magic wand and handed it over.

"Fir, nine inches, dragon heartstring core, suitable for..."

"Crack!!"

Before he could finish his words, there was a flash of silver light, and the wand was unfortunately sacrificed.

Then the above process was repeated with apple wood, prickly ash wood, unicorn tail hair, and thestral tail feathers.

All kinds of magic wands were used one after another, but without exception, all died in Carl's hands.

Looking at the burnt sticks lined up in a row, Carl couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

"Sir, this is not your fault sir. If it really doesn't work, I don't think it's necessary."

Upon hearing this, Ollivander, who was initially heartbroken about the death of so many wands, immediately jumped up.

"What are you talking about sir, Ollivander has your wand, there is no doubt about it."

"None of these things are worthy of you. Your heart is too desperate and hateful. Only similar items can attract your attention."

"Despair and hatred, despair and hatred." Ollivander kept repeating this sentence and kept circling the store.

After a long time, he slowly stopped, took a deep breath, and moved a metal box from the bottom of a shelf that was about to collapse.

He searched for a long time in the shabby counter next to him before he took out a bunch of bronze keys and unlocked the door after five minutes.

He handed over a dark magic wand.

"This is a wand made from the spine of an extinct black dragon and the tail feathers of a Thestral. It's 15 inches."

"The black dragon represents despair, and the thestrals represent death. I think this should be suitable for you."