"13.3 inches, ash wood, unicorn fur as the core of the staff. ”

"12.6 inches, cypress, the core of the staff is from the dragon's nerves, that's a grumpy guy..."

"14.1 inches, black walnut with a cane core from the heart of a Welsh green dragon. ”

“...”

For nearly half an hour, Ollivanders repeated the process.

- Take the wand out of the box, slip it into Gawain's hand, and slap the sparks or dust on his clothes.

"Not shrewd, not honest, not brave, not timid, not rigorous, not casual... Raging Gorgon, is this still a person?"

He turned and stepped on the high ladder, muttering to himself as he picked out a wand that might fit the little wizard again. Depending on the material used to make the wand, the wand has a different core, and the wand will also focus on the wizard's personality.

But Rao had been making staff for so many years, and he had seen countless wizards, many of whom were so talented that they had left a deep record in the history of the wizarding world, but he had never seen such a ridiculous scene.

"Even the most picky one quickly found his partner. ”

Ollivander sighed, quickly pushing the idea of "that person" out of his mind. He stood on the shelf, turned to Gawain with a broad smile, and continued to pick out the wand that might be suitable.

Although it was more than ten years ago, the fear of "that person" in the wizarding world has not diminished.

However, Ollivander didn't know that his sigh, shaking his head, and that "kind" smile put a lot of pressure on Gawain.

"Am I not fit to be a wizard?"

Young White chuckled inwardly.

If he really was fit to be a wizard, Mr. Ollivander shouldn't have such a smile.

This is the kind he had seen before at Elsa's hospital, and Wilson, the head of the oncology department, used to hang on.

A kind smile.

To put it more intuitively, it is...

"I can't cure it, wait for death, and take my leave. ”

And the performance of the wands is clearly like saying "You're a good person, but it's a pity that we're not a good fit".

Gawain, who felt a little bored, stepped out of the way of the counter and took a closer look at the storefront.

Perhaps because the Ollivanders family is a family of wand-makers that have been passed down for generations, and although the store is small and the décor is far from exquisite, there are still many details to explore if you look closely.

"Unicorn tail hair, salamander skin, dragon scales, and what's this... Kaba's hatchling?"

Gawain looked at the wall with his back to the counter, with two rows of wooden shelves nailed to it. On the shelves, there are scattered glass jars, which contain all kinds of materials, and paste them with small scribbled notes to mark the contents.

Beneath the shelves were dense patches of wood, perhaps used as samples of wand material.

Just a rough count, there are no less than thirty.

"Huh?"

As Gawain scrutinized the wall, he suddenly heard a snort that was clearly curious.

"Elsa, what's wrong?"

Gawain turned to his mother and saw a blank expression, apparently it wasn't her voice just now. But Gawain was also sure that the voice was not from Mr. Ollivanders.

Looking behind the shelf from his vantage point, Ollivander struggled to straighten his arms to reach for a slender box in the corner, while letting out a low, bullfight-like gasp.

"What the hell is that?"

Gawain's eyes wandered around the store, and no one had entered. But he had a strange feeling that something was watching him not far away.

Suddenly, there was a tap on the shoulder.

"Gawain, what are you doing?"

Gawain subconsciously turned his head, and it was Elsa's somewhat worried face.

He swears that just a moment ago, Elsa was sitting on a bench playing with that wizard's hat!

"Is there anything in this window?"

Seeing Gawain's expression, Elsa asked suspiciously. It was only then that Gawain realized that he had inadvertently stood in front of the only window in the store, and his right hand had been pressed to the glass.

"Hmm. ”

Right in his ears.

A somewhat playful voice sounded!

"Huh?"

Gawain subconsciously replied.

"Hmm!"

The inexplicable voice seemed a little excited, as if it was nodding its head vigorously.

In Gawain's hand clinging to the glass, a wand suddenly appeared! it was very elongated, with a short piece of silver metal at the end as a handle, carved with an eagle-like texture.

It was the one that Ollivander had put in the window, still upholstered in purple velvet.

It is as pure black as obsidian, with a cool feel. It doesn't feel like wood, it's like...

"Jade?"

Gawain guessed that he could feel a sudden connection between himself and the wand.

The connection was like blood, he could feel the subtle emotions of the wand, and there was a faint flow of heat that connected him to the wand.

"Merlin's cardigan!"

Just as Gawain was studying this strange connection, a "clang" sound rang out.

Gawain turned around with difficulty to find Mr. Ollivander who had just come out of the counter looking at him dumbfounded, with two or three boxes in his arms.

There are many more boxes scattered underfoot.

"Uh... It was the one who found me first. ”

Gawain felt a little embarrassed, he knew what the scene looked like.

- The bear child took advantage of the boss's absence to sneak out other people's non-sale items, but he was caught.

To make matters worse, the person who plays the bear child who plays the protagonist of this story, it seems to... It's yourself.

Thinking of this, in order to clear his suspicion, Gawain spread out his hand and wanted to put down the wand in his hand. But the wand seemed to be ruthless, clinging to his palm, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Bang, bang. ”

The remaining box in Ollivander's arms also fell to the ground.

For a moment, the old wandmaker shook his head as if relieved, and pulled a short wand from his pocket.

He made a simple arc through the air, and the wand box that had fallen all over the ground floated, stacked neatly behind the counter. Then he pointed to the bench again, and a tea table appeared beside him.

"Uh, this...", the old man turned his head.

"Gauvin White," Elsa added.

"Thanks, I'm sorry," Ollivander smiled gratefully, "Mr. White, if you don't mind, can you sit down with me for a cup of tea?" ”