Lena and Joshua lined up on their feet, with Lena in front. They are not at the front, but at the back of the middle of the whole freshman ranks.

One by one, the freshmen walked in, for longer or shorter times, but they all came out with boxes in their hands and smiles on their faces—presumably all of them were given the choice of wands.

It is worth mentioning that Louise White did not hold the box, but wore a small pendant. The pendant is purple and the whole is a diamond-shaped gemstone. The gemstone is beautifully cut, with sparkles on the four exposed sides. The gemstone is set in a gold ring with a small hole in it, and a silver necklace is pierced.

The girls were envious, because only Louise was so special. Louise said that Mr. Vervila had matched her with more than a dozen wands before giving this to her. The pendant is called the Tears of Beauty, a relic of a deceased witch. That's what the witch used instead of a wand. Monsieur Ververa said that she was very proud of the Tears of Beauty, and that after many years, she had not chosen her new owner, and that today, the treasure was no longer dusty.

"If you don't want to use her, I'll wear her to Falkenridge's ball, and maybe any prince will be emotional about me." A girl said.

"No, I don't think that man can take a fancy to you—unless he's blind." Joshua thought, but he didn't dare say it—she thought Lena would teach him a hard lesson for the girls, and he wouldn't be in the limelight.

Next to go in was Susan Burns, who came out in less than a minute with a tiny little box in her hand. Everyone thought that she had also gotten something different, so a few girls gathered around to see it. Susan opened the box, and inside lay a finger cuff, where it had replaced her fingernails, revealing a tiny tip. It seems that it is just a little more special, plus it is relatively short, and it does not shine like Louise, but is a little low-key.

Finally, it was Lena's turn. She was a little excited, but she was calm. "A wand, exactly what I wanted." She thought.

When she stepped into the store, a crisp bell rang out of nowhere. It was a very small place, with nothing but a chair in front of the counter. Lena sat in this chair and waited, feeling strange, as if she had walked into a very tight library.

There were so many questions in her head that she couldn't help asking, because she saw hundreds of tiny boxes that were almost piled up to the ceiling, and for some reason, the puck pendant around her neck tingled her.

The dust and silence here seem to have something to do with some kind of mysterious magic.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice said. Lena jumped to her feet in fright. An old man stood in front of them, his large, blue eyes shining through the dim darkness of the shop.

"Hello." Lena was a little nervous.

"Oh yes." "Yes," said the old man, "I always thought I would see you, Miss Donavan. Your eyes are exactly the same as your dad's, and the fact that he came here to buy a wand is as vivid as yesterday. The wand he had bought was thirteen and a quarter of an inch long, and was made of very beautiful white wood, and it was a fine wand. That wand was very special, its core was made of willow branches, so it was much longer and more resilient than a regular wand, and could be used like a whip. ”

Mister Vilvera moved closer to Lena, who wished she could wink, her blue-silver eyes creeping a little.

"Your mother likes a wand made of mahogany, ten inches long and hard, but it can be very powerful in the spell of transfiguration, and I said your mother likes that wand, but it's also a wand that chooses wizards."

Mr. Ververa spoke to himself, then climbed onto the shelf, pulled one out of the many boxes, opened the lid, and handed the wand to Lena.

Lena took the wand in confusion, but she was a little overwhelmed and had to cast an inquiring look at Mr. Vervila. "Try wielding it, girl." Ververa said.

Lena swung into the clearing, but she didn't cast any magic, not even mana. However, she felt like her wand had snatched some of her mana away from her. The wand spewed out a spark, and then flew out of Lena's hand with a "thud", drawing a circle in the air and hitting Lena's hand.

"Oops!" Lena jumped away in pain, and her hand was bruised with a red and swollen scar. So she couldn't hold back any longer, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

"Oh oh, good girl." Vilvera grabbed the back of Lena's hand and shushed it, then muttered, "This doesn't work, it definitely doesn't work, this wand doesn't like you." ”

Lena nodded aggrievedly, picked up the wand from the ground, and handed it back to Vilvera.

"Aha, yes, this." Vilvera pulled out another box. The box was long, and inside was a long, pitch-black wand.

"The same kind of wand as your father, why don't you try it?" Vervira said a question, but his tone was very affirmative.

The wand was handed to Lena, and as soon as Lena grabbed the wand and was about to swing it, the tip of the wand immediately bent down, and it drooped listlessly.

Vilvera snatched it and said, "Obviously not, obviously not!" This poor little guy is scared of you, you scare him. ”

After that, Lena tried more than thirty wands, including two swords and a wand in the shape of a horsewhip. But there is no doubt that they all have problems of one kind or another, in short, they are not smooth.

Nearly an hour had passed, and Lena was in a hurry—she was afraid she wouldn't be able to pick her wand. "That's right, my classmates will laugh at me." She thought.

Mr. Ververa was lost in thought, he was already planning to build a new wand for Lena, but he still had to figure out what kind of wand he needed to fit Lena.

Lena sat down in her chair, not daring to interrupt Mr. Vervira's thoughts, but it was a little boring to wait, and for some reason, she felt the tingling in her neck grow stronger.

Boredom and uncomfortable, that's how Lena feels right now. So she got out of her chair and walked around the shop. Vilvera didn't stop her.

Box, box, box. Each box was different, but Lena felt like they didn't make a difference to her—until she saw a brass box encrusted with sapphires.

"Mr. Vervila, what's in this box?" Donawan's curiosity was thoroughly piqued.

"Oh, that's an unfinished item. Your dad did it by chance when he was younger, but the reason why he didn't consider her was because she didn't have a core yet. ”

"She?"

"Yes, your dad said, it's a girl, and while I, as a wand maker, agree that wands have thoughts, gendering wands is obviously an uncommon practice. Your dad wanted to give her a name, but he never decided on it. ”

"Can I open it and see her? Mr. Vervilla? Lena asked.

"Look, look! Just open that buckle and you're really like your dad and, of course, like your mom. Once Donawan's curiosity emerges, it never stops until it is satisfied. ”

Lena carefully opened the clasp and saw a bracelet lying quietly inside the box. The bracelet is made of some unknown metal, and is dotted with a light green transparent jadeite in the center. The body of the bracelet is a pale platinum-gold color and consists of a pair of Ouroboros intertwined with each other – the snakes have two opals in their mouths.

Lena felt herself seduced by a strong force, and she couldn't help but reach out and put the bracelet on, however, she overlooked the fact that the tingling sensation in her neck was gone.

With a "click", the bracelet was placed on her white wrist. At that moment, a storm hung around Lena's body, and the storm swept away all the wand boxes around it, and Lena's pendant emitted a burst of blue light, and the light shot into the bracelet, forming the shape of a dagger's blade from the direction of the snake's head—like a blade made of ice.

When everything calmed down, the blade was gone, and the bracelet was back to its original form.

"It seems that this wand is complete, there is really endless magic in the world of Elsa, Michael Donavan, exquisite design, Aisha will not have a wizard smarter than him. Miss Donavan, take her away—she's yours, I'll give you, it's yours. ”

Lena nodded, thanked Mr. Vervira, and walked out the door. "Her name is Kassandra, and she asked me to thank you for all this time of good preservation and conservation." Lena's voice came from the doorway.

Vilvera nodded and muttered, "Kassandra?" A treasure in the snow and ice, it's really your style! Michael. ”