Chapter 47 Ollivander's Wand Shop

As an important scene in the original novel, Ollivander's Wand Shop has a storefront that is very inconsistent with its reputation. The exterior looks shabby and small, and the golden sign on the door is also dilapidated, but the words on it are still clear: Ollivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC.

With the baptism of time, the shop window has been covered with dust. Inside the window, a magic wand is placed alone on a faded purple cushion.

When old man Barnett led a group of people to push open the old door of the shop, the sound of jingling bells rang out in the shop, clear and pleasant.

Yang Tian followed the crowd into the store, but found that the space inside was also small, with nothing else except a bench and a counter in the corner.

But even in such a small and old room, the walls are filled with long and narrow cardboard boxes that almost reach the ceiling, and the heavy feeling of time accumulation is even more overwhelming.

Maybe this is the background? Before Yang Tian could feel it further, he saw a ladder sliding out from the corner, and a soft voice came from the ladder: "Good morning."

Yang Tian looked carefully and saw a white-haired old man standing on the ladder with a smile on his face. Obviously, he was the owner of the shop, Garrick Ollivander.

Ollivander also saw the man's face clearly at this moment. He suddenly became serious from his relaxed state.

He walked down the ladder quickly but gracefully, came quickly to the front of the crowd, bent his body slightly and nodded, while his right hand made a series of elegant, smooth yet complicated movements.

As his right hand turned up the last hand flower and gently stroked his chest, a golden imprint of an olive branch surrounding a wand appeared on Ollivander's chest. It was the family emblem of the Ollivander family.

Only then did he speak: "Descendants of the Foley family and friends from the far east, please accept greetings from the Ollivander family."

The expressions of old Mr. and Mrs. Foley and Sophie also became serious, and their gestures were equally elegant and gorgeous.

The original leisurely demeanor of the few people had long since disappeared, but an air of nobility faintly emanated from their bodies.

At the same time, the light print of the Fry family's emblem, the Tree of Thor, surrounded by colorful wreaths, also appeared in an instant.

Yang Wen was also very straightforward, but his etiquette was very different from that of the West. Although his movements were equally complicated, they had the unique elegance and agility of the East.

As the ceremony ended, the Yang family's white jade book light imprint appeared on Yang Wen's chest. A natural and peaceful aura appeared around him.

Yang Tian was thinking about what he saw. Although he had been taught these ancient etiquette since he was a child, he had never used them in public. He had also come into contact with people from the same Holy 28 families, but he had never seen anyone use such etiquette? What was different about this Garrick Ollivander?

Yang Tian's mind raced quickly and he moved without the slightest hesitation. He performed two sets of Eastern and Western movements in succession. The connection was so perfect that there was no sign of stagnation at all.

After the ceremony was completed, the emblem of the Fuli family and the emblem of the Yang family appeared on Yang Tian's chest, one on the left and one on the right.

At this moment, Yang Tian was dazzling. He was noble and majestic, and he exuded natural tranquility. His temperament was natural. On the contrary, the childishness that should have come with his age was gone. Such an amazing change also made Ollivander take a second look.

Several voices also sounded at the same time: "Greetings to the Ollivander family."

After the ancient ceremony ended, the aura on everyone's body suddenly dissipated, and they immediately started chatting intimately about family matters.

After a round of greetings, old Foley, with a smile on his face again, spoke first: "Garrick, my old friend, our visit this time is also very serious. In addition to helping my grandson choose his first wand in his life, the Foley family also has an important matter to ask the Ollivander family for help."

Ollivander remained gentle and polite, "I can guess from your behavior today. Our two families have been friends for hundreds of years. Just tell me what you need."

Old Furley smiled and said, "This time we still need to rely mainly on the Ollivander family's superb wand-making technology." After saying that, he winked at Yang Wen.

Yang Wen hurriedly stepped forward, took out an exquisite long wooden box from the pocket behind him, placed it on the table, and made a gesture of invitation.

Ollivander gently opened the wooden box, took a glance, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

In the box, there was a piece of twisted wood more than one meter long and a piece of transparent film.

Ollivander's eyes were almost touching the wood, but he didn't care. He admired it inch by inch as if it were a rare treasure, and muttered in a low voice as he looked at it, "Ancient, elegant, mysterious, energetic, life... Wait, what is this?"

His expression instantly became focused and fanatical: "Merlin! What did I see? It's unbelievable that I saw violent lightning in a piece of wood! What's even more unbelievable is, how can this vibrant vitality coexist with the lightning that represents destruction?"

Ollivander had completely fallen into madness. He pulled out a thick, dusty book from the counter and flipped through it frantically. "I remember it here... Yes, my father wrote in his notebook that although dozens of generations of Ollivander family ancestors had tried most of the wood in the world when making wands, there were still some extremely rare or precious woods that were beyond the family's ability to obtain. It was a pity."

"For example, our ancestors once mentioned that in ancient China there was a kind of wood that was extremely precious and rare. It was called the sour jujube wood struck by lightning? Is that the name?"

Ollivander ended his mumbling, looked up suddenly, and asked with anticipation in his eyes.

Yang Wen was filled with awe and was amazed at the erudition of the staff-making master. He gave a thumbs up and said, "You are worthy of the title of staff-making master. The Ollivander family does have a long history of learning. This is indeed lightning-struck jujube wood. And it is a thousand-year-old lightning-struck jujube wood! It grows in specific places and survives being struck by lightning and sprouts again."

Ollivander was even more excited after hearing this, and he began to taste it seriously: "This piece of lightning-struck jujube wood gives me a very strange feeling. It's just a piece of wood, but it makes me feel the vicissitudes of life. It should be more than a thousand years old."

After feeling it carefully again, Ollivander reluctantly shifted his attention to the transparent film.

When he gently lifted the film, he discovered its uniqueness. He saw that the transparent film sometimes turned white, sometimes turned black, and the cycle continued endlessly.

Ollivander went crazy again: "Is this the material of the wand core? What a strange substance, it looks like the cornea of ​​some mysterious creature...but what are these black and white streams of light? Is it the energy of light and darkness? No, definitely not..." His heart was already in a mess.

Yang Wen did not play dumb, and revealed the answer with admiration: "Yes, it is the cornea, the cornea of ​​the eye of Zhulong. It is described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" as: "Seeing is day, and closing is night..."

After hearing Yang Wen's explanation, Ollivander fell into mumbling again: "Day and night, that should be the energy of light and darkness, but the essence is completely different? This energy seems to be more inclusive and more magical..."

He was completely immersed in his own world, constantly feeling and thinking...

After an unknown amount of time, Ollivander suddenly came to his senses, and then he said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, for me, there is really nothing that can make me more immersed in it than rare wood and wand cores."

Barnett patted his old friend on the shoulder with understanding and said with a smile: "Don't worry about these little things. Let's talk about the details of making this wand."

Ollivander also smiled casually, then looked at Yang Wen solemnly, waiting for what to say next.

Yang Wen said seriously, "This magic wand was specially made by my family elders. There is only one requirement, that is, the properties and energy of the material must be preserved without any loss."

This short sentence made Ollivander's heart tremble wildly.

No damage at all, it's easy to say, but how easy is it to do? After careful consideration, Ollivander stammered: "Although it is difficult, it is not impossible. But in this case, the original appearance of the material must be preserved to the greatest extent. In that case, the wand will be even longer than a cane. In terms of movement..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wen bowed deeply and said, "These are not important, as long as there is no loss. The other problems will be solved by the elders in the family."

Ollivander heard this and stopped trying to persuade her. He took the deal with great dignity...