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Keiming took the wand and held it in his hand, it was the first time he had held a wand from the world of Harry Potter, with a strange pattern engraved on it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And at the moment when Qiming held the wand, he once again clearly felt the abnormal movement of the energy in his body, as if this small wooden stick had become the baton of the energy in his body.

He waved his hand casually as Ollivander had said. And with his swing, the power in his body seemed to be pulled by some kind of tud, and all of it surged towards his right hand holding the wand, and from the wand in his hand erupted outward.

For a moment, the air in the entire room began to vibrate violently, and then, the vibration quickly spread to the entire structure of the room, and the trace of power leaking from Qiming's body directly caused the Ollivanders Wand Shop to vibrate.

"Oh my go, let go, kid, let go!"

Ollivander no longer had the detached demeanor he had before, and shouted at Qiming in some panic.

He, like Harry, Ron and Hermione, had each of them staggered from the shaking of the room, and a large number of wand-containing boxes had fallen from the shelves.

Qiming also knew that this wand was not suitable for him, and according to the description in the movie, a wand suitable for the owner would be out of phase when he first met the master, but it would not cause any damage.

He was about to put his wand down, however, as if using a water pipe to discharge a flood, the energy in Qiming's body was so huge that after just a moment, this small wooden stick could not withstand the huge power of catharsis in his body, and it exploded with a "bang!", and a wave of power swept across the store, shattering all the glass in the store.

Finally, with the destruction of the wand, the restless power in Qiming's body also returned to calm, and there was no longer a trace of abnormal movement, and he fell directly into dead silence.

The room fell silent again, and for a moment, no one spoke, and no one recovered from the shock they had just had.

Until Ollivander shouted excitedly, waking everyone up.

"It's amazing!"

The old man eagerly looked at the only bare wand wooden handle left in Qiming's hand, as if the person who was screaming nervously just now was not him.

"I've been selling wands for so many years, and I've never, never encountered anything like this!"

The old man's eyes flashed with excitement, and he didn't seem to care at all about Qiming making a mess of his shop.

"My grandfather said that when his grandfather was still alive, he once encountered such a thing, this is the extreme manifestation of the hidden magic in the wizard's body, I really can't imagine that I will encounter this kind of thing in my lifetime!"

As he spoke, Ollivander seemed to be looking at some rare treasure, and he felt uncomfortable seeing Qiming.

"Well, I'll pay for the broken one, can we try the next one?"

Qiming asked tentatively.

Ollivander seemed to remember

"Oh yes, you're right, come on, let's try something else. ”

The old man glanced at Qiming with burning eyes, and then rummaged through the wand boxes scattered all over the place.

"Ahh ”

Soon, the old man picked out one again, and with a healthy hand that did not suit his age, he quickly stuffed the wand into Qiming's hand, and then immediately stepped back.

"Try it, try it!"

Ollivander urged expectantly.

Qiming shook his head helplessly.

However, holding the wand in his hand, before he started waving it, he already knew that it couldn't be done, it was not as good as the previous wand, although the power in his body began to move under the traction of the wand, but it was very violent, Qiming didn't even dare to wave it, for fear that a bad one would directly blow up this wand shop.

"Can't you?"

Ollivander read the expression on Qiming's face and snatched the wand away, handing over the next one that he had already prepared in his hand, but the result was still unsatisfactory.

"Another picky customer, isn't it!"

The old man excitedly pouted his ass and rummaged through the wand pile again, as if the more wands Qiming changed, the happier he became.

However, as time passed, the wand box stacked on the table next to him got higher and higher, but Qiming never found the right one.

Ron had even begun to yawn, and Harry looked a little listless, but Hermione had been watching with interest as Enlightenment experimented with one wand after another.

"Unusual, very unusual. ”

The old man looked down and frowned in the wand box in one place, and the whole person was no longer excited, but showed a solemn color.

Eventually, he picked out a wand that was a little different.

The wand is not wooden, but dark red, which is not very conspicuous, but if you look closely, you will find that the wand is translucent, as if it is some kind of crystal, and you can even faintly see the dark core of the wand.

The old man held the wand in both hands, and trembled and handed the wand into Qiming's hand.

This time, he and the two of them before did not explain the material of the wand at all, so they stuffed it to Qiming, with some expectation in his eyes, but also a little trepidation.

Qiming looked down at the wand handed over by the old man, and reached out to hold it, but at the moment when he held the wand, a bird's cry suddenly came from his body, and this sound Qiming was very familiar, it was the cry of a phoenix.

"What was that?!"

Everyone present heard the phoenix's soft cry, and Ron looked around to find the source of the sound, but was immediately dragged by Harry next to him, turned his head back, and his mouth immediately opened wide.

Beside hermione, Hermione and Ollivander were already there.

"Oh my God!"

In the room, a huge flame giant bird rose up around Qiming, illuminating the dim room with brilliance, and Qiming's whole person was wrapped in flames, like a god of flames.

Qiming stood there, feeling the changes in the energy in his body, and the originally dead power became active. This time, the energy in his body was not as restless as when he held his wand before, and became gentle and obedient.

However, Qiming knew that this kind of obedience was only an appearance, and only when he held the wand in his hand would the energy in his body obey his command. And for some reason, holding the wand in his hand, Qiming's heart suddenly felt sad.

This sadness came inexplicably and for no reason, and he was completely confused.

Retracting from the aftertaste, Qiming looked down at the wand in his hand that was completely different from all the wands he had experimented with before, then raised his head, looked at Ollivander, and asked softly:

"What is this wand made of?"

"Oh, oh! Did you say her?"

The old man had just recovered from the shock just now, and when he heard Qiming's question, he immediately sobered up.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

The old man looked at the wand in Qiming's hand with some awe and said:

"She's been in my shop since I was a kid, when my great-grandfather was the owner. According to my great-grandfather, her staff was made of the blood of a phoenix, and the core of the staff was the tendon cord of the phoenix's heart......"

"Ahh

Hearing the old man's words, Hermione seemed to be frightened, and covered her mouth with her hand in horror.

Qiming frowned, and looked at the girl in confusion, as did Harry and Ron.

Hermione, on the other hand, looked at Ollivander and made a gesture to her. The girl took a deep breath before she spoke:

"Generally speaking, phoenixes do not die, and when they die, they turn to ashes, and it doesn't take long for them to be reborn from ashes, but that doesn't mean they won't be killed. A book I read about the history of ancient magic says that in ancient times, a long, long time ago, some extremely evil wizards would use secret methods to kill phoenixes, take out the essence of their bodies and use them to make magic wands.

。 However, this is a very, very evil practice, and like a unicorn, killing a phoenix is extremely cruel and evil, even more evil than killing a unicorn. As a result, the wand is made with great power......"

As she spoke, the girl looked at Qiming worriedly and said:

"Its bearer will be cursed with unimaginable human beings!"

"And ......"

Ollivander duly added:

"The blood of a phoenix is very rare, and this wand definitely uses the blood of more than one phoenix......"

"Is that so?"

Looking at the wand in his hand, Qiming nodded thoughtfully. Ollivander didn't finish his words, but Qiming already knew what he wanted to say, nothing more than that

On the side, Harry listened to Hermione's explanation, and immediately showed a worried expression on his face, and Ron also had a ghostly expression.

"Qiming, why don't you ask Mr. Ollivander to help you get another one?There are so many wands here, there must be one that suits you, you don't have to choose it!"

Hermione persuaded.

"yes, let's get another one!"

Ron said.

"I remember Ferenze the centaur told me that killing a unicorn would be cursed, and since killing a phoenix is more expensive than killing a unicorn, then the curse on this wand is absolutely powerful!"

Harry said as he looked at the wand in Qiming's hand.

For a while, the three of them unanimously persuaded Qiming to change his wand.

And Qiming, although he had already made a decision in his heart, still turned his head to look at Ollivander, wanting to hear what he had to say.

The old man looked back at Qiming and said softly:

"I've always said that the wand chooses the wizard, kid! Now the wand chooses you, and the choice is yours or not, kid. ”

Having said that, the old man's gray eyes flashed with anticrisy all the time, and then the old man added:

"But I have to say child, many times, the strength of a wand determines a wizard's future achievements, and although this wand is evil, it will also bring you more power than you can imagine. But like I said, the decision is yours, kid. ”