"Good morning!" said an old man with very light pupils, standing in front of them, "it is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Molly Privwitt, it is so glad to see you, twelve inches long, cherry wood, a little more powerful, that is a good wand for magic." ”

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, I love this wand very much. Mrs. Weasley hurriedly stood up and greeted, "This child is Evan Mason, and this is my daughter Ginny Weasley, both of whom are new Hogwarts freshmen this year and need to buy a new wand." ”

"Of course, of course!" Ollivander turned his gaze to Ginny and Aven, who were standing aside, "Wizards need wands to cast magic, but remember, it's wands that choose wizards!"

Evan swallowed, unsure of what to answer.

"Alright, let me take a look!" Ollivander didn't pause, he pulled out a long tape measure with silver scales from his bosom and walked over to Ginny, "Lady first, Ms. Weasley, which hand do you use your wand?"

"Right hand!" replied Ginny in a low voice.

"Please put your arms up. Ollivander measured Ginny, first from the shoulders to the fingertips, then from the wrists to the elbows, shoulders to the floor, knees to the armpits, and finally the circumference of the head.

As he measured, he explained to Ginny and Aven, "Every Ollivander wand has a powerful magical substance, and that's the essence of it. We usually use unicorn fur, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves, and each Ollivanders wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Of course, if you use a wand that is supposed to belong to another wizard, you will never have such a good effect. ”

"Always keep in mind that it is the wand that chooses the wizard!"

When he finished saying this, he disappeared between the dense shelves, and before Evan could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw him walk out with a box.

"There's no doubt that the Weasleys are very vulnerable to unicorns, there's no doubt about that. Ollivander whispered, "Try this one, fourteen inches, ebony, unicorn fur, a little bent." ”

As soon as Ginny held it in his hand, he took it back.

"No, I think it's this one, made of willow wood and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, very elastic!"

As soon as Ginny took it, a red light burst from the tip of the wand she was holding, like a firework, and the beating spots of light were cast onto the four walls.

"An extraordinary combination, perfect for manipulating spells, and you're sure to get a good grade in your Charms class. Immediately afterward, Ollivander turned to look at Evan and said softly, "Mr. Mason, I think it's your turn." ”

Like Ginny, Evan is used to using his right hand to use his wand, and he also measures it first, but his selection process is not as simple as Ginny's.

Evan tried one after another, but he was snatched away by Ollivander as soon as he held it in his hand, which made him look a little stupid.

"Just like last year's Mr. Potter, a discerning customer, but don't worry, there's always the best, the most perfect, the best one for you!" Ollivander looked pleased, "Let me think, oh, fourteen and a half inches, grapevine wood, with a Thestrals' tail feathers at the core, this is the last wand my great-grandfather ever made, he was a very famous wand maker at the time." ”

As soon as Evan received it, a stream of heat poured out from his fingers, and the tip of the wand emitted a white halo, like ripples in water, spreading outward in circles.

"Wonderful, very wonderful!" Ollivander said softer, "I don't really like to use Thestrals' tail feathers, but I can't say that, Mr. Mason, you and this wand are a wonderful combination. ”

"I'm sorry, sir!" Evan asked in a low voice when there were only two of them left in the room, "What just made you feel wonderful?"

Evan was indeed curious, the inner core of the wand in his hand was the tail feathers of Thestrals, which was different from other wands made by Ollivanders.

"Thestrals are known to be considered a symbol of bad luck. Ollivander stared at Evan with milky white pupils, "It's a very strange substance, and only a wizard who can control death can control it. ”

Ollivander's voice seemed to float down from the sky, hearing his explanation, Evan had an urge to throw away the wand in his hand, weird, dead, inauspicious, he didn't want to be considered the successor of the Dark Lord by others as soon as he entered the school.

"Mr. Mason, the magic you just emitted has a strong positive energy, which is the exact opposite of the Thestrals' tail feathers, which is why I say it's very amazing. Ollivander leaned close to Aven's face, his voice whispering, "Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, Mr. Mason, and needless to say, you will achieve extraordinary things in the future." ”

Evan was creepy, and with a feeling that all his secrets had been seen through, he was sure he wouldn't like this Mr. Ollivanders.

After leaving the wand shop, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Next, Mrs. Weasley led Aven and Ginny to Madame Morkin's robes store, but Ginny was less interested than before, as she had to choose a uniform from the old robes.

Evan found this to be cruel, especially as he asked Madame Morkin to measure him while looking at Ginny's sad expression not far away, and he felt like a sinner.

"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for inviting me to your home. ”

"Dear Aven, you don't have to be so polite, you and Harry are good boys, and Arthur and I are very much welcome to our house. Mrs. Weasley walked over and rubbed Aven's hair with a look of relief.

"Thank you, I would like to give you a gift as a thank you!"

Evan said awkwardly, "If you don't mind, I'd like to send a new robe to Ginny." ”

"No, child, it's too precious!" Mrs. Weasley looked stunned, and Ginny, who was standing nearby, looked up expectantly.

"It's nothing to me. As if to see that Mrs. Weasley wanted to refuse, not giving the other party time to react, Evan continued quickly, "You can think of it as my Christmas present to Ginny, after all, we are already friends." ”

After more than ten minutes, Mrs. Weasley finally agreed to accept the gift, thanks to Evan's persistent persuasion, Ginny's expectant gaze, and Mrs. Morkin's agreement to give a very good discount.

In the next second, she hugged Evan tightly in her arms, looking at Ginny, whose face was flushed, and Mrs. Morkin's expression that seemed to be smiling, Evan was embarrassed for a long time.