Alas, here it is again.

Looking at Ollivander who was in a sluggish state, Dumbledore on the side couldn't bear to look directly at him and raised his right hand and rubbed the slightly painful head, from yesterday to today, he had seen similar situations too many times, and Elena always seemed to be able to question some of the perceptions that everyone in the wizarding world was accustomed to from some very strange angles.

"Ahem, Mr. Ollivander, you don't have to worry too much about that. As far as I know, most Hogwarts graduates still use the wands they bought when they entered the school. Let's continue to pick wands as we always do. ”

Dumbledore coughed lightly, glared at Elena with a majestic glare as she wanted to say something, and patted Ollivander on the shoulder in an attempt to get everything back on track.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Honey, please take your arms up. ”

Ollivander snapped his senses and snapped his fingers slightly, and the silver tape measure unfolded automatically, dancing to begin measuring Elena. Ollivander himself, on the other hand, shuttled from shelf to shelf, busily moving the long box containing the wand down.

"Every Ollivanders wand has a super-powerful magical substance, and that's the essence of it, Miss Caslana. ”

Ollivander returned to Elena with a large pile of rickety boxes, explaining, "We're using unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, dragon tendons, snake nerves, and so on as the core of the staff, and you'll need to be at least four or five years older if you want to fully use these powerful magical items." ”

"Dragon's tendons, snake's nerves?"

The silver-haired little Lori keenly caught the words in Ollivander's mouth, and before Dumbledore could stop it, she quickly asked, "After these magical substances are stripped from the living magical creatures, they can still remain active—uh, I mean magical properties?"

"Of course, in a sense, every wand has a life of its own. It's an art, not just a small wooden stick. ”

The old man nodded proudly, the Ollivander family's determination of the core and wood of the wand, the process of merging them into one, and the selection of the ideal owner for the wand had always been a secret coveted by other wand makers.

"Alright. ”

Ollivander clearly didn't have much thought to delve into this topic, and pulled out a wand from the long box in his arms and handed it forward, "So, Miss Elena, try this one." Grapevine wood and dragon's heart tendons, ten and three-quarters inches, you should be more suitable for those with extraordinary wisdom. ”

Grunt~

At that moment, Ollivander was sure he heard a faint swallowing saliva.

Elena took her wand and muttered quietly.

"That is, the magic of the seal inside each wand...... Ingredients (whispered)...... All of them have a long shelf life?"

As she spoke, the silver-haired little Lori's gaze slowly became hot, she raised her head and looked at the dense long boxes around her, and her little tongue licked her upper lip lightly - each wand is a miniature tiny tiny can!

Airplanes~

Elena's wand in her hand let out a strange tremble, and the luster flowing from the wooden surface dimmed instantaneously at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh my gosh. Before Elena could react, Mr. Ollivanders' face changed and he snatched his wand from her hand.

"Maple, 13 inches long, the tendon cord of the dragon's heart. Try it-" This time, before even the silver-haired Lori could hold the wand, and as soon as her fingertips touched it, the wand trembled slightly, and then turned gray.

"No, no—try this one, beech with unicorn tail hair, 9 inches 7, inclusive, intelligent, and flexible...... Hiss ......"

As Elena tried on one wand after another, she could clearly see that a series of fine beads of sweat had appeared on Mr. Ollivander's forehead, and the benches and floors of the entire wand shop were piled with all kinds of wands, all of which were dead silent.

Even in the later stages, as if some terrible contagion, rows after rows of wands were inactive under Elena's fingers, and the whole wand shop was filled with an indescribable and strange atmosphere.

"Hey, it's a bit too much?!"

Elena raised her eyebrows a little unpleasantly, why are the protagonists of other families all kinds of visions and lights after entering the wand shop, but she is like a plague god, and all the wands are like dying when they reach her.

"Calm down, don't rush, don't rush. ”

Ollivander took out a handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and took a deep breath, not knowing whether there was more comfort for Elena or more for self-comfort.

After all these years of running a wand, Ollivanders had never seen a wizard who could make wands feel fear like this—yes, fear.

As the caster of these wands, he could feel a slight shudder on each wand with certainty, as if a small animal had encountered a ferocious predator.

"Well, a special customer. I think there's always one here that is the least scared of you, uh, I mean the most suitable and close to you — let me think about it — yes!"

Ollivander glanced at Dumbledore, slapped his head in realization, rushed into the shelves, and pulled out a long box that seemed to have been deliberately placed in the corner, and solemnly handed it to Elena.

"Extraordinary combination, holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. The holly wood, which symbolizes patience and perseverance, and the phoenix feather, which symbolizes courage and hope, I think there should be no problem. ”

"Well, Professor Dumbledore......"

Elena blinked, and subconsciously glanced back at Dumbledore, isn't this the wand of the savior Harry Potter! She wasn't worried that this wand had chosen her, she was afraid that if she accidentally scared this little wand to death, what would happen when Harry came.

"Is there any problem? as Mr. Ollivander recommended, let's try it first......"

Dumbledore smiled softly, and there was no more reaction.

"Ugh-seriously, I have a bad feeling-"

Elena sighed and picked up the wand in Ollivanders' expectant and apprehensive eyes.

As she gripped the end of her wand, the entire Ollivanders wand shop suddenly remembered a loud phoenix chirp, and a red glow flickered from the wand's head, dyeing the space a warm gold.

Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief and clapped with a smile on his face, saying, "Oh, great! really, great...... Huh?!"

I saw that the wand in Elena's hand seemed to have suddenly gone crazy, and it trembled violently at an unprecedented magnitude, more intuitive and violent than all the wands had shown before.

Sou~

Smack.

Next, the crazy phoenix wand broke free from the palm of the silver-haired little Lori, rushed straight upward, and hit the hard ceiling hard before losing strength and falling to the ground again.

"Well, so this is a wand that symbolizes courage...... Did you scare me away?"

Elena rubbed her palms with a dark face and facial expressions—a distinct red mark had been made on her palm because she had pressed too hard. She had already decided that during her time at Hogwarts, she must eat a meal of phoenix meat to relieve her anger.

“...... Probably yes. ”

Ollivander nodded a little sluggishly, glanced at Elena and the wand "corpses" scattered around her with a look of dismay, and fell into a long silence, sparing him, and he couldn't find a suitable wand for a while.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who had been quietly playing the role of a spectator next to him, suddenly broke his mouth and spoke.

"Looks like Garrick needs to order an extra wand for Miss Elena Kaslana, just like you used to do before. ”

In fact, before Garrick Ollivander took over the family business, most wand casters in the wizarding world were more casual in this regard. A customer will often hand over to the wandmaker's preferred magical substance, inherited from their ancestors, or trusted by the family.

This perception did not change until the appearance of Garrick Ollivander, the Mr. Ollivander in front of the two.

Garrick Ollivander was a purist who insisted that the core of the best wand would never be the beard of a customer's pampered cat, or the white branch that saved his father's poisoning, or the hair of a mermaid that he stumbled upon on a holiday in Scotland.

Conversely, the best wands should contain a magical core made of carefully selected materials that complement the characteristics of the wand core, and the wand should be made of wizards who are most attractive to it.

Although there was initial resistance to this arguably subversive wand-making approach, it was soon discovered that Ollivander's wand was better than any other wand.

"Custom wands? ”

Ollivander frowned, although he was a little reluctant, but it seemed that there was only such a way at present, after all, the signboard of the long-standing Ollivanders family could not be flawed in his hands, but there was still a problem.

"I have a few options for wand materials, but Albus, what do you use for the wand core?"

"A hair. ”

"My hair. ”

Dumbledore's and Elena's voices rang out at about the same time.

Ollivander thought about it carefully, spread his hands, and said seriously.

"No, it won't. If I'm not mistaken, this Miss Elena Kaslana must be a half-girl, and the magic material in her hair is not enough to build a powerful wand. ”

"She doesn't need a wand that's too strong. Dumbledore shook his head, "The magical potential in her body is amazing enough. For her, the most important thing is to learn how to control, not to pursue more power. I guess that's not too hard for you, Garrick, right?"

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his wand slightly, and a long silver hair fell silently and floated into Ollivander's hand.

"Well, okay. If you insist. However, make it clear up front that custom-made wands are not cheap. For the material, I recommend black walnut. ”

Ollivander pondered for a moment, then shrugged helplessly in agreement.

"Wait, hey, there's a little little ...... requirements. ”

Elena gritted her teeth, pulled several long silver hairs from her head in one go, and handed them to Ollivander with tears in her eyes.

Huh~It's painful~~˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅

Then, little Lori begged with a well-behaved and flattering face, "Grandpa Ollivander, can you help me make two wands? ”

Ollivander looked at the silver-haired little Lori in front of her with a dumb smile, the little girl thought that wand casting was some simple craftsman's work, shook her head, and said proudly.

"Every Ollivander wand is unique and therefore ......"

"Ahem," Dumbledore cleared his throat as he glanced at the teary-eyed silver-haired little Lori, "I remember that there was a colony of unicorns living in the Forbidden Forest......"

"Of course, out of the use of precious magical materials, we occasionally make wands from the same materials. Leave an address and I'll have the owl send it to you in a week. ”

Ollivander said without hesitation, not noticing the subtle change in Dumbledore's expression next to him.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore, thank you, Mr. Ollivander. ”

Elena was overjoyed and thanked - black walnut, that's quite a rare piece of wood for making chopsticks, ahh

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PS: Regarding the previous chapter, it should be noted that the protagonist did not propose a new concept, but inspired Ollivander from the path of studying materials and staff cores to the path of the former xenomorph staff form. Similarly, after the advent of the hard pen, the quill gradually disappeared into the mainstream society. Ever since wands became a system production, xenostaff has been completely withdrawn from the market. However, the fact that a short, simple wand in the form of a small wooden stick has become the mainstream format does not mean that it has full advantages and all-scenario applicability, for example, some people like big swords and big sticks.

PS2: I've put a description of the wand material on the sidelines, and I've carried it from pottermore, so that interested little wizards can check it out.

PS3: Ask for recommendation votes to feed, huh~~ This is a super chapter close to 4000 words.