In the back alley of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, there is a brick wall.

"Count three pieces above the trash can, two pieces horizontally..."

Leon muttered, pointing his finger at one of the wall tiles.

The vast spiritual power came out of the body, analyzed, deciphered, and the constant witchcraft on the wall tiles of the hole.

What exactly is the essence of witchcraft, or wizards?

That's a great question.

Unlike those mages who rely on magic circuits to manipulate the ether to cast spells, wizards who also belong to the mysterious side are more inclined to rely on bloodline energy to release spells.

According to Rebecca and Constantine, wizards and mages were originally the same kind of people in ancient times, and they were able to communicate with the ether, manipulate it, and rewrite reality.

In ancient Europe, where the concept of "history" had not yet been derived, the gods lived among mortals.

It was a time of magnificence and mystery, with the island-like abyssal beast Leviathan lurking in the oceans, the winged Pegasus Pagasus running through the dense forests, and the immortal hydra Hydra in the swamps.

It was an era when men and gods lived together, and the blood of gods flowed in the blood of people, and they held the power that only gods could have.

Then, the age of the gods came to an end, and the descendants of these demigods were scattered.

As time passed, their bloodlines became more and more thin, and their control over the Aether became more and more inadequate.

At this time, there are two choices in front of the demigod descendants.

One option is to close oneself, shrink one's sphere of influence, and refuse contact with mortals to prevent the bloodline that is already on the verge of extinction from being further diluted.

One option is to abandon the honor of the demigods and find another way to replenish the purity of the bloodline with magic circuits.

The demigod descendants of the race engaged in fierce feuds and eventually parted ways, with the former becoming sorcerers and the latter gradually becoming mages.

It's hard to say which of these two paths is better or worse, but in Leon's opinion, both are quite interesting.

"Witchcraft, to put it bluntly, relies on the divinity in the bloodline to manipulate the etheric energy through gestures, words, movements, will, etc. It's not much different from spells that rely on magic circuits to cast spells.

As for whether there is another inside story behind this.... Then you need to find some experimental samples for control analysis. ”

In a matter of minutes, Leon deciphered the sorcery applied on the bricks, which made a "click" sound of folding and turning, and the entire wall continued to retreat to the sides, revealing gaps.

In front of Leon's eyes, there was a long street paved with cobblestones.

This not-so-wide street is filled with strange pedestrians, all dressed in ridiculously peaked hats or loose-fitting robes, all of whom have in common a wooden wand the size of chopsticks.

As far as the eye can see, there are many shops on both sides of the street, including but not limited to Patchy's Cauldron, Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Lady Morkin's Robe Shop, and Blotted Bookstore.

These shops make up Diagon Alley, the most prosperous commercial street in the British wizarding world.

Wearing a trench coat, Li Ang walked down the long cobblestone street, and his oriental appearance and long trench coat made him stand out from the crowd, and many wizards cast inquiring eyes.

The total number of wizards who died was no more than 10,000 looked down and did not look up, coupled with the perennial self-isolation, the social circle and social circle were terrifyingly narrow, and any "routine" here would seem abnormal.

Leon glanced indifferently at the wizards who were staring at him, and although he didn't speak, "What are you looking at?" The will was conveyed with great clarity.

Fortunately, the wizards on the street are basically parents who go out shopping with their children, and they calmly shifted their eyes, and no idle good deeds dared to say "look at you" on the spot.

Leon shook his trench coat, found the sign of the Ollivanders wand shop, and walked in.

The store's façade was small and dilapidated, with a wand lying on the faded purple cushion of the window, and a gold-lettered sign on the door that had long since peeled off, and the characters on it silently spoke of the store's antiquity.

"Ollivanders, who has been making wands since 382 BC."

Stepping through the door, rows of shelves occupy almost eighty percent of the store's area, and the shelves are piled with thousands of antique wooden boxes, making one wonder if the shopkeeper has placed a spell on them to stabilize the structure, so that the crumbling shelves do not collapse due to a customer's sneeze.

Seeing a customer coming to the door, the shopkeeper, known as the three major wand makers in Europe, the old Mr. Ollivander stood up, and just as he opened his mouth to say, "Sir, you are here to order ....." was rudely interrupted by Leon.

"Yes, buy a wand, ordinary style, don't be luxurious, don't have connotation, don't use a magic ruler to measure my arm length, height, head circumference, waist circumference, hip circumference, no package, no membership card, I can buy it myself, pay and go, from now on the two of us who speaks first is a bastard, okay?"

Ollivander was dumbfounded and speechless, and his newly raised ass hesitated for a moment, then sat back on the cushion of the chair.

As for the tape measure engraved with the constant incantation in his hand, he also fell down in despair, obviously annoyed that he had not been able to use it.

Leon nodded in satisfaction and walked between the shelves, examining the wands.

Each wand has two components, a core with great magical powers, and a carefully selected wand wood that complements the core.

The core of the cane can be unicorn hair, meiwa hair, dragon's heart tendon, phoenix feathers, and the cane wood can be willow, mahogany, camphor wood, holly wood, and it is not mandatory.

It's just that how to fuse and achieve a single combination of the wand core and the wand wood is a difficult technique that every wand maker has a family heirloom, and it will not be passed on at all.

Leon picked up a wand and didn't use any spells, just sent the spiritual power flowing through his arm like a tumultuous torrent towards the wand.

The core of the dragon nerve wand and the tip of the peachwood heart wand erupted with an unimaginable brilliance, and the light was so dazzling that the old wand shop was completely illuminated.

The peachwood heart wand clicked uncomfortably, and cracks were visible to the naked eye.

The anxious Mr. Ollivander stood up suddenly, ignoring the danger that he might become a bastard, and hurriedly shouted: "Sir, please don't do this, you are killing it!" ”

Leon didn't stop turning around, scratching his chin with the tip of his wand, and said nonchalantly, "Oh? How so? ”

Mr. Ollivander, who felt the surging magic emanating from the peachwood heart wand, swallowed his saliva and plucked up the courage to say, "Each wand can choose its own owner, and only a wand that truly recognizes its owner can exert its magic power perfectly." ”

"Yo?"

Leon glared, pointed to his wand and said, "You think this thing is self-aware?" ”

His momentum filled the entire wand shop, and Mr. Ollivanders swore to the heavens that even the Dark Lord, whose name could not be mentioned, could outperform the young man in front of him in terms of power.

But who is Mr. Ollivander? The wand maker who has been passed down from generation to generation, after a long-standing famous family, has his own reserved and unruly, and Ren Neng nodded with difficulty under the pressure of Li Ang.

"So, you wizards are really superstitious."

Leon spread his hands and sighed, "The wand is nothing more than a carrier of an organic reaction form achieved by the core of the wand and the wood wand, and a certain law that appears in the process of its chain reaction.

And this law, under the dual effect of idealism and empiricism, has been forcibly added with mystical attributes, and even beautified and blurred, on a par with self-consciousness.

In my opinion, if you find the right rules and make good use of them, your so-called magic wand of existential self-consciousness will be like a public toilet or a shared bicycle, which can be driven and used casually. ”

"Nope."

How calm Leon's expression is, how bad and dirty his lines are.

Ollivander cherishes wands, knows wands, and every wand he makes is like a child he has raised.

Because of his anger, he even forgot his fear and shouted: "It's not like this! ”

"Hehe, do you have to prove it to you?"

Leon smiled playfully, and the structure of the spiritual power shifted, accurately mimicking the aether fluctuations of thousands of wizards.

All of a sudden, all the wands in the whole room exuded a colorful brilliance, and even the wand in Ollivander's own hand was like a, emitting a pink glow.

"Look, just like I said."

Li Ang was shrouded in the thousands of brilliance of the wands, and said indifferently: "These wands are really shared bicycles. ”