The three of them stopped in front of Ollivander's wand shop. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The shop looked small and dilapidated, and the stone statues carved into the corners of the stone cornices were cracked and looked like they were about to fall apart.

The gold lettering on the sign next to the door had also been half peeled off, and it read: Ollivanders - a well-made wand since 382 BC.

In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion, and the background of the window is layered and blurred.

Draco pushed the door open and entered, and Xiao Luo glanced at the shop in surprise, then turned back to look at the crowd, as if hesitant to find something to take with him before entering.

Vio didn't force him either, and walked in first. When Draco saw her come in, he didn't see Xiao Luo, and walked out the door again.

Soon, Xiao Luo followed him in, happily looking around.

Vio didn't see Ollivanders, and it was her first time at the wand shop. It's a strange feeling, and there is always a tinkling sound behind the store, like wind chimes.

The hall is divided into two spaces by the entrance, one is relatively small, but it is spacious because there is only one counter that is estimated to be used for payment and a row of waiting seats.

The space on the other side of the aisle is overwhelmed by the thousands of narrow cardboard boxes stacked on the ceiling.

It's easy to see that those are the wands waiting for their masters—they have an objective amount to spare.

The only window in the room was tightly blocked - no wonder Vio looked outside to find that there was only a magic wand in the window, and the road to the window was blocked, and the replacement sample was obviously out of reach.

They waited patiently for a while, and the organ curtain at the end of the aisle slid itself to the sides, revealing an exit with an old man coming out of it.

"Good afternoon. The old man greeted them briefly in a soft voice that was not quite fitting for him.

His large, light-colored eyes looked like two bright apricot moons in the dim shop, looking at the three people standing in front of him one by one.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander. Draco glanced at Vio and Xiao Luo and answered like a leader. "This boy needs a wand, work. ”

"Oh yes, yes. Obviously, that jubilation of the desire to have the unknown—are you related to this young master Malfoy?"

Mr. Ollivander glared at his silver-white eyes as he looked at Draco, "Is that wand you took from here last year still handy?" I remember, exactly ten inches long, with a hawthorn wood staff and a unicorn fur core, not very elastic, but strong. ”

"Not bad, you said, the wand picks the master. Me and my wand are naturally impeccable. Draco said. "He and I are not related—"

"Oh, leave ・・・・・・ to me, you and this young lady can go and wait. Mr. Ollivander said, glancing at Xiao Luo with a sharp gaze, and Xiao Luo's nervous forehead was dripping with sweat.

Draco nodded, and turned to sit down in the chair he was waiting on the other side.

Vio wanted to follow, but Xiao Luo pulled him when Mr. Ollivander wasn't looking.

She saw Xiao Luo say to her with a lip shape: Stay.

Vio then said that he was not tired.

"Alright, we're going to get started. What's your name, sir?"

"Lo Rom. Xiao Luo replied softly, he seemed afraid of Mr. Ollivanders.

"Come on, Mr. Xiao Roma. Let me see. Mr. Ollivander pulled out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket. "Which arm do you use to make your wand?"

"Left hand. Xiao Luo looked at the old man in front of him without blinking.

"Raise your arms, yes. He took a circle around Xiao Luo's body, from the shoulders to the fingertips, from the wrists to the elbows, from the shoulders to the floor, from the knees to the armpits, and finally the circumference of the head.

As he measured, he whispered to Xiao Luo: "Every Ollivanders wand has a super magical substance, and this is its essence. We use unicorn fur, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings - this ensures that each wand is unique. You know, no two leaves are the same in the world. ”

"What if you copied the wand by magic?" asked Xiao Luo curiously, his voice low as he seemed to be influenced by Mr. Ollivanders.

However, it is also possible that the tape measure was moving on its own, measuring the distance between his nostrils - which prevented his mouth from opening and closing too large.

Mr. Ollivander was shuttling between the shelves, busy picking out some long boxes to move down.

Vio listened with her ears pricked up, but for a moment she wondered if Mr. Ollivander had heard.

However, he stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Xiao Luo, and laughed—a laugh that was not flattering, very much like the sound of pulling a bellows.

"Muggle-born children are always curious, and you're not the first to ask me questions, but I'm afraid I'm going to be the first to solve your confusion. ”

Mr. Ollivander walked over with a stack of boxes, casually picked up the tape measure that he had just slipped on the floor and tossed it aside.

"Try this one first, made of beech trees and snake nerves, nine inches long, very flexible. ”

Xiao Luo took the wand and waved it casually, but it was immediately taken from him by Ollivanders.

"Look at this one, alder, phoenix tail feathers, seven inches, nice bouncy. ”

Xiao Luo glanced at the wand with disgust.

He was about to get it, when Mr. Ollivander noticed his expression and immediately replaced another one, "No, no, look at this one again, made of ebony and unicorn hair." Eight-and-a-half-inch long, not elastic but concise and powerful. ”

As soon as Xiao Luo raised the wand and waved it lightly, the tip of the wand spewed out several dazzling rays of light, and the beating spots of light were cast on the four walls, leaving clear tail marks in the dusty air.

Mr. Ollivander smiled and nodded at him, then put Xiao Luo's wand into the box and delicately wrapped it in shiny tin foil.

As he fastened the strap upwards, he said to Xiao Luo, "You see—whenever you want to do something with a wand that doesn't belong to you, you don't feel as comfortable with it as you are with your own.

"And the reason for the casting of each wand here is the combination of the wand and the core of the wand - the essence of magic. When you use a copy spell on it, you think it's going to be a lot of roots, but you're just splitting it up into many parts - you can still have it, but it's much less powerful, and few wizards do. ”

Vio was a little disappointed, the answer turned out to be this, no wonder wands could not be mass-produced, and the store that sold wands was also produced like a small workshop - she really thought like Xiao Luo: take her wand as the original copy of hundreds of thousands, and then take it out and sell it.

She didn't believe that everyone was going to pick their wands, and there were times when they needed a few spare wands.

But now her plan has fallen through. It has become a fantasy to earn money to buy some items that you want to have in advance and not be discovered by others.

Fortunately, she has a second practical idea.