Soon, William came to a small, dilapidated shop, the gold sign on the door had been peeled off, and there was a line of small golden letters underneath: Ollivanders: A Wand Made Since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

William walked into the shop, placed the birdcage in his hand on a bench beside him, and surveyed his surroundings. The hall is small, with only a few thousand narrow cardboard boxes almost yardyard to the ceiling, except for a bench.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice sounded, accompanied by a loud click, startling William. William hurriedly turned around and saw an old man standing in front of him. The old man's old face had a pair of big bright eyes, which shone brightly in the already dim shop.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." William said politely.

"Hello, hello, strange little wizard, yes, yes, it's time for new Hogwarts students to enroll, isn't it? There are a lot of new faces coming up at this time of year. You need a wand, right? Just come to the Ollivanders Wand Shop,"

"Ollivanders' wand is the best, whether it's unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, or dragon nerves, each wand is made of a variety of magical substances, so every Ollivanders wand is unique, because no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same in this world." Mr. Ollivander said in a barrage that William couldn't find a place to interject.

"Alright, strange little wizard, come on, let me see." He pulled out a tape measure from his pocket: "Which arm are you used to?" ”

"Well, actually, Mr. Ollivander, I already have my own wand." William drew his wand and handed it to Mr. Ollivanders.

"I got the approval of this wand by chance, but in fact I don't know what the body and core of this wand are made of, I'm worried about what problems it will have, I heard that you are a master in this area, so I came to ask you for advice."

"All right, kid. You must know that it is the wand that chooses the wizard, and since it chooses you, you can use it with confidence. ”

Mr. Ollivander took the wand and looked at it in his hand as he said to William.

"Seven inches, seven is the most magical number, and you must have an entangled connection with magic in this life."

"This cane, Merlin on top, seems to be made of sycamore trees, I saw similar records in the family's ancient books when I was young, this is a legendary tree from the ancient East, legend has it that the phoenix likes to live on the sycamore tree the most, so the sycamore symbolizes the phoenix, and has the meaning of nirvana rebirth." Ollivander continued to introduce William.

After hearing this, William's heart was shocked, Nirvana was reborn, isn't this just saying that he came through rebirth? Could it be that the darkness is really the guidance of fate?

Mr. Ollivander tried to cast several spells with William's wand, but William could clearly observe that the wand was strongly resisting Mr. Ollivanders. A simple fluorescent spell, the light from the tip of the staff flickered continuously, and finally went out.

Mr. Ollivander returned the wand to William, and after watching William cast a few spells with ease, he said, "As for the material of the wand core, I'm sorry I can't give you an accurate judgment, but it is clear that this wand is very loyal to you, and it is difficult for anyone other than you to successfully cast a spell with this wand." ”

"And the conductivity of magic is the most perfect of any wand I've ever seen and made, and it must have been taken from an unusually powerful magical creature. May I know your name, strange little wizard, and with such a wand, your future will be limitless. ”

"William, Wilhelm Friedrich, Mr. Ollivander."

"No wonder, no wonder." Mr. Ollivander nodded, and said to William, "I will re-look at the family's ancient books, and if I find a similar record, I will send you a letter." ”

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ollivander." William bowed slightly towards Mr. Ollivander, respecting any wizard William with true talent and learning.

"Nothing, kid." Ollivander said with a smile. "You won't understand how attractive an unknown magical substance can be to a wandmaker."

After a long time, William walked out of Ollivander's wand shop with a satisfied face, and after asking Mr. Ollivander to identify his wand, William stayed behind to communicate with Mr. Ollivander, and had a new understanding of those magic mediums and the wood suitable for choosing the wand body, knowing that a qualified wand maker must be an excellent alchemist.

Mr. Ollivander, on the other hand, was equally pleased with William's thirst for knowledge and his wild ideas. An old man and a young man want to chat happily, but they have a feeling of hating each other.

William looked at the sky, it was getting late, and it was time to end the day. "Come out, Lucy." William said, looking at the already empty streets. "Come out and take me home."

"Okay, young master." A petite figure appeared on the street in front of him, it was Lucy, a house elf.

As the sole heir of the Friedrich family, William could think with his ass that the Duke would never let himself go to Diagon Alley alone without preparation, and would inevitably arrange to protect the manpower, and William also noticed a faint magic fluctuation around him when shopping, obviously this is a kind of magic unique to house-elves.

Lucy took the birdcage William was carrying, grabbed the edge of William's robe with her other hand, and the two of them suddenly disappeared into the streets of Diagon Alley.

The apparition shifter used by the house-elves can ignore the apparition reversal spell set by the wizard, and the house-elves can teleport farther and more accurately driven by the unique magic of the house-elves, which can be said to be a racial talent of house-elves.

William doesn't know how to use Apparition yet, and if he doesn't summon Lucy, he'll have to go back with Floo Powder through the fireplace.

In the evening, the Friedrich estate.

After dinner, William went to his father's study and told the Duke about his day's itinerary and harvest. And proudly showed the duke his golden eagle with the blood of the thunderbird.

"Why didn't I have this kind of good thing when I was in school? It really made you pick up a big bargain. After confirming that the golden eagle did have a trace of Thunderbird blood, the Duke looked at William with a stinky face and scolded with a smile.

"However, do you know how to activate this hidden bloodline?" The Duke asked William.

William, who had a stinky expression just now, immediately changed to a flattering expression and looked at his father, "Isn't this here to ask my father for advice?" After all, a well-informed and powerful wizard like you, father, must have a way, right? William complimented his father without any bottom line.

Sure enough, a bright smile immediately appeared on the duke's face, and anyone who was praised like this by his own son would be a little fluttering.

"In fact, the method is very simple, the Thunderbird is an elf that soars in the storm, if you want to activate this bloodline, you must still do it in the storm, the bigger and more violent this storm, the better the effect after activating the bloodline.

However, this is not enough, you also need to prepare a potion to activate the blood in your body.

And because the bloodline in this golden eagle is so scarce, you also need to add some Thunderbird blood to the potion to strengthen this bloodline.

Of course, the most important thing is that it needs to have a strong physical fitness to support it to complete the bloodline sublimation in the storm, at least until it reaches adulthood. The Duke explained to William.

Sure enough, for wizards, knowledge is the source of their power, William thought to himself after listening to his father's explanation. It is difficult for ordinary wizards or wizards from Muggle families to have access to this advanced knowledge, and this lack of knowledge not only limits their imagination, but also leads to a lack of strength.

Merlin is on top, and it is a great blessing to travel to a family like Friedrich with a long accumulation of knowledge.