Diagon Alley, Alan walked quickly down the street to the last shop, the sleeves of his robe fluttering in the cold wind as he walked.

The shop was small and dilapidated, with a peeling gold-lettered sign on the door that read: Ollivanders: A Wand Made Since 382 BC.

Without hesitation, Alan pushed the door open, and the bell rang from behind the store.

No one came out to greet him, so Alan sat on a bench and waited patiently.

Suddenly, Alan looked up behind the counter, where an old man appeared, his large, light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"It's an honor, Mr. Alan Harris. "Just by looking at Ollivanders' appearance, you would never have guessed that he would have such a soft voice.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander. Alan stood up and politely saluted the Wandmaster.

"Is that wand of yours alright? I remember, mahogany, phoenix......'s nerves," he was stunned for a moment, "you're here for—is it okay?"

Alan shook his head and said slowly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivanders, it was destroyed due to an accident. ”

"Did you bring it here? I'll see if I can fix it. Ollivander asked hurriedly.

"It's a real shame that it's completely ruined. Alan felt sorry in his heart, and he had no choice but to deceive the master in front of him.

"Well, okay. Ollivander's gaze sharpened for a moment, "Let's see what other wand would suit you, I remember you were an extremely discerning guest." ”

Alan didn't refute, he knew that what the other party was talking about was not his temperament, but referring to his previous magic fluctuations.

Ollivander picked and picked on the shelves and handed a brown wand to Allen, "Elderberry is also the nerve of the phoenix." ”

Alan took it into his hand, and colored starlight erupted from the wand port.

"That's wonderful—" Ollivander clapped his hands in admiration, but he quickly stopped, looked at Allen's frowning brow, and asked in surprise, "You don't look satisfied." ”

Alan was originally just going to buy a random one for play, but now he had a new idea: "yes, I don't think it's for me." ”

Ollivander didn't ask why, but continued to search the shelves piled up to the roof of the shed, "Well, try this one again." ”

Clusters of red flames erupted, and Ollivander quickly extinguished them to prevent the entire wand shop from being burned to the ground.

"This one doesn't fit either. Alan returned the wand to Ollivanders, "It worked well, but I could feel that it wasn't what I wanted. ”

"Nature is about your feelings. Instead of getting angry, Ollivander became more and more excited.

Alan tried one after another, and the wands he tried were piled up on the bench, piling higher and higher.

Each wand is in Alan's hand to the fullest, and each wand seems to fit Alan's needs, but Eren doesn't show any liking for any of them.

"Oops, oops......" Ollivander finally stopped rummaging and searching, and he looked at Alan with pale and colorless eyes, "It's so strange that every wand has chosen to surrender, but you have not expressed satisfaction with any of them. ”

"It doesn't look like I have the wand I need. Forgive me for my presumptuousness, Mr. Ollivander, if you can lend me your crafting room, or maybe I can make my own wand. Alan pleaded sincerely.

"It's no wonder you don't feel out of place when you make your own wand, because you'll have your own feelings for every detail of the magic fluctuation. Ollivander immediately turned around and made an inviting gesture, "Please come with me, once you learn how to make wands, then the best wand in the world for you must come from your own men." ”

The front store is so small, but the wand-making room in the back is so large that it can be used as a training ground for an intensive training class.

The walls were painted green, lifeless olive green. Alan looked up at the ceiling and saw an iron chandelier and twelve candles surrounding the city.

On one wall, a huge fireplace occupies most of the space. On the iron shelves next to it, various materials are arranged in different categories.

Wooden chests of drawers are stacked on top of each other up to the ceiling. It is labeled with labels such as "Dragon's Nerve", "Lizard's Heart", etc.

The rest of the walls are covered with black-and-white photographs, all yellowed because of age. The wizard inside looked at Alan curiously.

"Mr. Harris, you can use the tools of the room as you like. However, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, and it may not be possible to recognize each other after it is done, so you have to be patient. ”

With that, Ollivanders sat down on a shabby green couch, his old spring crushed to the ground.

Alan looked at the room, at the pictures, at the broken carpets with scorched scars, at the old tables and chairs. High overhead, candle flames jumped slightly, their shadows dangling on the walls.

"Mr. Ollivander, I disagree with you, wizards are wand masters and are free to choose wands. Alan Lang said.

The portraits on the walls immediately burst into an uproar.

Ollivander stretched out his hands and pressed them down, and the sound on the wall immediately stopped.

"Oh, then let's show us your craft. Ollivander leaned back on the couch, but his sharp eyes remained focused on Allen.

Alan smiled slightly, did not argue, it was more important to do it than anything else.

Alan took some materials from the shelves and cabinets next to him, and picked out a wand that was barely handy on the wand shelf next to him.

Then Alan began to process the materials, pressing, pressing, twisting...... A series of movements are fluid, fast and precise.

"Very professional......" Ollivander sat up straight, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees.

Alan put his hand into his robe, blocking Ollivander's vision, took out a box from the space, and when Ollivander saw the contents of the box clearly, he couldn't sit still any longer, stood up, and quickly walked to Alan's side. , he couldn't sit still any longer, stood up, and quickly walked to Allen's side.

"Metal Materials...... Ancient alchemist Jeffer's wand making method!" Ollivander looked at Alan with burning eyes.

Alan nodded slightly, "When I followed Professor Flitwick to the United States a few years ago, I was fortunate enough to get the incomplete notes of the alchemist Jackie, but unfortunately there is only a part of it that if you use metal to make a wand, if there is enough Mithril, this wand will be more perfect, but unfortunately it is difficult to find enough Mithril now, I can only use platinum instead." Mr. Ollivanders, I wonder if you would be interested in using your wand-making skills to exchange with this lost technique I have acquired?"

Eren intends to exchange the part of how to make wands from metal materials in exchange for Ollivander's wand-making technology after removing a large number of key technologies, so as to better research and develop the potential of growth wands. I believe this part of the knowledge is enough to appeal to Ollivander, the wand maker.