"13.6 inches, ebonywood, the dragon's heart chord, said to come from a particularly irascible black dragon of the Hehidirid Islands, perfect for aggressive magic and transfiguration.

Very hard, yes, almost impossible to bend. The handle is made of the elf's secret treasure, Fairy Dust Silver, which, we guess, strengthens the bond between the human and the wand.

It's a pity that the method of making it was lost a long time ago in the war with the goblins and can never be recovered. ”

Sitting at the table, Ollivander looked embarrassed.

"A long time ago?"

Gawain was keenly aware that there were some strange words in the stories he told.

"Yes. This wand is not my work, certainly not the work of my father or grandfather, but of a family friend. ”

Ollivander nodded, pointing to the ornament on the silver handle, "Rowena Ravenclaw."

"Rowena Ravenclaw?!"

Gawain was so shocked that he almost dropped his jaw, although he didn't know much about the wizarding world, he at least knew that this was one of the Big Four who founded Hogwarts a thousand years ago.

"Yes, the art of wand-making is supposed to be a secret of the Ollivander family. But because she saved our family from the persecution of the church, the ancestors at that time specifically allowed her to borrow workshops and materials.

It is said that she made this wand for a very close friend, but never came back to retrieve it and has remained with our family. ”

Ollivander recalled the family's records and said in a soft voice.

"Hmm... Can I buy this wand?"

Gawain asked with some hesitation. Although he did like the wand, according to the other party, it should be a very valuable collector's item.

Ollivander pursed his lips with a solemn expression.

"Now that it has recognized you, it already belongs to you, son. But when you start school, give 10 gold gallons to the school. ”

Suddenly, as if he wanted to open something, he let out a long sigh and said. Collecting valuable wands and seeing them choose the right partner are the two things he values the most.

But he had to choose one to give up.

"But, Mr. White, if you are sure that you want to choose it, I must remind you of two things. ”

Ollivander said as if he was moaning as he stared at Gawain with his overly eyes.

"First of all, it uses very ancient techniques, and it is not the work of a professional wandsmith, but of a powerful wizard. No one, including me, knows how it will perform when used.

It may be strong, it may be weak, and it may even betray you. ”

The light-colored eyes looked straight at Gawain like eagles. But Ollivander didn't wait for his answer, and continued to speak on his own.

"And it may not be complete," the old man waved his hand, stroking his long index finger over his wand, "of course, it has the wick, the handle, and all the things that a wand should have, and it is already a finished product in the eyes of our family." ”

"Then why is it incomplete?"

Gawain was a little puzzled.

If an animal looks like a cat, barks like a cat, runs like a cat, or even eats and drinks like a cat.

Then it must be a cat.

Or psychosis in the fur of a cat.

"I don't know. ”

Ollivanders' crisp answer made the corners of Gawain's mouth twitch.

"Ravenclaw left it in my family's workshop because it was going to look for the last material, but due to some accident, it didn't make it. ”

The wand producer explained that he didn't mean to block Gao Wen. Actually, the wand wasn't supposed to be in the store in the first place.

"If it weren't for that old bastard getting that wand..."

The thought of the other wandmaker tickled Ollivanders' teeth.

It was the competitive pressure of Grigovich, who claimed to have obtained the Elder Wand, that his father had to show off this equally precious wand.

And just a dozen years ago, when he was about to take it back into the workshop, the power of "that man" swept through England.

After the defeat of the Mysterio, even the Ollivander family's wand-making skills were met with some suspicion, and he had to continue to leave the wand in the shop window as a basis for wand making.

"Now it's time for you to make your choice. If you want to give it up, there are more than enough options in the store to surely find the right partner for you. ”

At some point, Ollivander's body leaned forward, his face almost touching Gawain's face. In Gawain's hand, the ebony wand remained motionless, as if waiting with bated breath for Gawain's decision.

"Mr. Ollivander, I want to keep it. ”

After a brief silence, Gawain made his choice.

He smiled comfortingly at Elsa, who was watching from the sidelines, indicating that he had not made a hasty decision.

"Well... If so, I think you need to come up with a name for it, as was the tradition of a thousand years ago. ”

Ollivander shook his head, sat back in his chair and said.

Unlike today, in that dangerous time a thousand years ago, every wand was extremely precious and only possessed by powerful wizards, and the wand itself had its own name.

The most typical representative is the Elder Wand.

"Let's call it Galatine. ”

Without much thought, Gawain quickly decided to use the sword of the knight of King Arthur's namesake as the name of his wand.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his wand vibrate slightly, and then emitted a faint golden light.

- Above the handle, the gilt gold flower script "Galatin" suddenly appeared.

"How wonderful!

Mr. White, it already belongs to you, please cherish it. ”

Ollivander leaned forward, his mouth wide open in amazement, as if he had seen something terrible. It wasn't until the golden light settled that he stood up and spoke.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Ollivander, I will definitely make good use of it. ”

Gawain and Elsa got up, said goodbye to the wandmaker, and left the shop.

After naming his wand, his connection to the wand became much stronger. The wand was in his hand, like an extension of his palm, and there was no sense of separation.

"Next, I think it's time to go to the bookstore?"

Playing with her brand-new wand, Gawain asked Elsa, but waited for a while without a reply.

He followed Elsa's gaze, and it was a shop that had been renovated in a light yellow, with many witches coming in and out.

Lady Prim Pennier's beauty magic shop

（Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions）

PS: The information of the store in Diagon Alley comes from the official website Pottermore, and it is not my own brain.

Unless Rowling eats books again...

But she has a good appetite.