"The core of your wand itself comes from your own pet phoenix, at least for the first time in the history of magic. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info so it's easier for the wand to bond more closely with the wizard, and it's likely that your behavior at the time made it unhappy and it didn't want to work with other magical tools. There have been times in history when one wand interrupted another, and while it's far from the case, I think they're all the same. ”

"Do you think they can think for themselves and have their own independent feelings?" said Phoenix.

"The choice of wands for wizards," said Ollivander, "has always been obvious to those of us who study wands. ”

"Still, a person can use a wand that doesn't have a choice of him, right?"

"Oh yes, as long as you're a wizard, you should be able to express your magic with almost any tool. But the best results must come from the tightest bond between the wizard and the wand. These connections are complex, initially attracting each other and then seeking mutual experiences, with the wand learning from the wizard and the wizard learning from the wand. ”

This is obvious, otherwise wands would not have taken the world by storm. However, it was the first time he had heard of a wand learning from a wizard.

"Wands learn from wizards, and wizards learn from wands?" Phoenix repeated, puzzled.

"Of course, Mr. Peverell Jr. Wandology is a complex and mysterious magical discipline. Ollivander replied, his bulging eyes fixed on Phoenix's face, "Your purple wand has a distinctly independent nature, which is usually only seen in older, powerful wizards - even with the most appropriate wand, it takes a long time for both sides to get together. I recommend using it best as usual. ”

Phoenix nodded. In his mind, he thought about another question, whether the Elder Wand's great power came from its long life, learning their skills from countless wizards. It gets stronger and stronger as time goes on.

"I think you're looking at this. Phoenix said, taking the Elder Wand from his pocket and handing it to Ollivanders.

"Oh," Ollivander said with a surprised expression as he touched the wand, his eyes accentuated even more, "a very old wand - the core placement technique is Ollivander's, but the others - where did you get it? But it doesn't seem to be loyal to you?"

"From the locker at home, it's- I mean, what do you think of this wand?" Phoenix was desperate to hear some useful information from him.

"Just fifteen inches - the core of the staff is - the tail feathers of the Thestrals are very rare - elderberry. I can't say no, it's made in a special way, maybe one of my ancestors helped make it, but not all. There are parts," wands swirled between his slender fingers, spewing puffs of lilac smoke. Ollivander was intrigued by the Elder Wand, and said intermittently, "—some parts, I think may have some kind of unique design, completely different from most wand-making techniques. ”

"It is likely that my ancestors made it for your ancestors, or probably one of the first wands. If it's the latter, it's not surprising. Ollivander reluctantly returned his wand to Phoenix.

"The earliest wand?"

Phoenix didn't want to ask the question, but apparently Ollivander didn't recognize the Elder Wand. The Elder Wand has certain recognizable features that can be recognized by anyone who has studied wandology in addition to Peverell himself.

"Wands originated in the Mediterranean and, like other magic, has its own evolutionary history. Our ancestors have studied it, and that's why I had to help you make wands, and obviously you don't need to make wands to support your family anymore. Ollivanders looked away and said with a slight sarcasm.

"Of course, I still thank you. He added one last sentence.

Phoenix didn't know anything about it, and he couldn't spare time to look at the Wright Memory Ball retrieved from the Prophecy Hall.

"Thank you very much and goodbye. ”

Phoenix shook hands with Ollivander and returned to the deserted path with Hermione.

"Are you alright?" asked Hermione with concern.

"It's not a big problem, he said I used the core of Eden's tail feathers, which made the wand too sensitive. Phoenix said, "Look at them there." ”

The Weasleys and Ginny were there, each with a large bag of books in their arms. Ron and Harry hugged their new robes, and several Aurors stood around them, but the road was tightly blocked.

"Are you all right?" said Mrs. Weasley, "the robes have been bought?" well, we're on our way to Fred and George's shop, stopping by the drugstore and the babbling owl shop - let's go, follow along-"

"I advise you to buy some ingredients," Phoenix said to Harry and Ron as he stood in line, "Professor Snape is already the Headmaster, so there will be a new Potions teacher, and maybe he doesn't mind the 'good' students going to the Advanced Class." ”

"How's your owls grades?" asked Harry hesitantly.

"Failed the divination class, others excellent. Phoenix put the ingredients on the cashier, "But I'm not going to take all of them, I'm going to give up on magical creatures, divination, and astronomy, so I have plenty of time to rest for a while." ”

"You've been sleeping in history of magic class, and you're going to continue your studies. Hermione said in surprise.

"But I did well, of course, it's all your credit, if it weren't for those notes. "Taking a step back, Professor Binns's lectures are not accessible to the average person. ”

"You're just because the history of magic usually lines up in the morning so you can catch up on sleep. Hermione retorted sternly, "Besides, aren't you the captain of the Slytherin team? I'm afraid you'll be busier than last semester." ”

"I'm the captain?" Phoenix turned his head in surprise and looked at Hermione. Everyone else turned around.

"Congratulations, why didn't you say it earlier?" said Philip gloomily, "then I don't have too optimistic expectations for this year's race." ”

"Wait, how did I not know?"

"I put the letter at your bedside. Hermione gave him a blank look.

"I still thought it was your personal letter. Phoenix said ignorantly.

After leaving the potion shop, Phoenix and Rogge walked behind to discuss Quidditch. He never wanted to be the captain, and Rogge wanted him to be a cadet, constantly giving him ideas, deliberately distancing himself from the others.

"The most important thing is to have a training plan, and the tactics of the game—" Rogge gushed, gesturing his hands constantly.

"I have an idea. Phoenix said confidently. (To be continued.) )