"Get out of the way, can you tell me who you are?"

Benjamin had always thought he had an amazing talent for perception, and now, for example, he thinks that the boy in front of him will be very important in the future. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Madame Morkin was still measuring Malfoy, and as for Lady Ludwig, she was already babbling about Hogwarts' unchanging robes.

"My dear, why did you say Dumbledore never changed his style? I mean, a change of color would be a good thing. ”

Madame Morkin is a kind witch, and there is always a warmth in her voice that makes you feel like a spring breeze.

"Other colors? He must have thought black was darker. ”

Harry saw that he couldn't break through in front of Benjamin, who was a head taller than him, so he had to whisper, "My name is Harry, Harry Potter." ”

If it were someone else, even the arrogant Malfoy would have let out a sound of surprise when he heard the name.

Some people will also look at his forehead curiously to see if there is a magical trace of lightning.

"Oh, Harry, I see, you go in. Benjamin got out of the way very obediently.

Harry was a little surprised, this was the first person since he became a wizard who didn't shout at his name, and I have to say, he has some regrets.

As Harry entered, Draco came out just as the two passed by, glancing at each other by some magical sense.

Draco confirmed that he didn't know the emaciated teenager and left with his head held high.

"We're going to a good place next, and I think you're going to love it. When I was a girl, I was so happy that I didn't fall asleep at night when I heard that my father was going to take me to buy a wand. Mrs. Ludwig could not help but be thrilled when she thought of the past.

And Benjamin said unconcernedly, "Oh, mother, I can't imagine that you were so naïve when you were a child. ”

"Look at what you said, I'm naïve now. Benjamin, I don't think you're as cute as you used to be, aren't you?

Draco nodded hastily, thinking to himself that this man had never been cute!

Ollivanders Wand Shop, and the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

The shop was dilapidated and dilapidated, with a haphazard array of wands, and a gold-lettered sign on the door that read: Ollivander: Wand-making since 382 BC.

There was nothing in the entire store except a bench.

Mrs. Ludwig motioned for Benjamin and Draco to come forward.

Benjamin looked curiously at the thousands of cardboard boxes with wands piled together, curious about it all.

Truth be told, Benjamin probably had no less excitement in his heart than Mrs. Ludwig had in her youth, and he was desperate to know what the wand of this world was like.

A short old man appeared in front of them, his eyes bright like a crescent.

"Oh, Draco Malfoy, you look like your father, charming. Lucius's wand is my pride, elm, the nerves of dragons, and they are so powerful when they use spells. ”

Monsieur Ollivander turned to Madame Ludwig again, and said excitedly, "Look who is coming, Daphne, I have long said that the German wand is not as good as mine." Cherry wood, 11 inches long, is easy to use. The heart is a phoenix tail feather, right? It's especially good for defensive spells. ”

When Benjamin saw this talkative old man, he immediately reminded him of an old friend from the past, a friend who was not so legitimate.

It was a thief, but he was different from his companion, he was good at rhetoric, just like the one in front of him.

When Mr. Ollivander saw Benjamin, he grinned. "How could I forget you, little Mr. Ludwig. I've never seen you, you don't look like your father, except for those eyes, which are deep and charming. ”

"All right, gentlemen, let me compare your arms. Mr. Ollivander pulled a tape measure out of his pocket, "Which arm are you all used to?"

"Left hand. ”

"Right hand!"

Benjamin was a left-hander, and he was a kid at all, because he was also heavily noted by the church.

Hell God, why are left-handers the devil incarnate!

"Oh, left hand, it's rare, but it's not for nothing. I think, will you try this wand?" Ollivander took one from the box and handed it to Benjamin. "It's made of mahogany, 12 and a half inches, and it's made of dragon nerves. It's tough, can you give it a shot?"

The moment Benjamin took the wand, his body told it it wasn't the wand he wanted.

And how long does it take to try it out like this?

Mr. Ollivander snatched his wand back, and prepared to find another one to hand to Benjamin. "Not suitable, maybe you can try this ......"

"No, I mean, I think that one is better for me. "Magic is a wonderful thing, and Benjamin found that the wand he was referring to was calling his name.

Although it was the first time someone had interrupted him, the good-natured Mr. Ollivander did so. "Oh, young man, it's good to be assertive. But I would say that sometimes you need to trust the professional eye. Anyway, you give it a try. "Mr. Ollivander thinks that Benjamin was on a whim, and that all rebellious teenagers are like that.

"It's, huh, why don't I remember this wand?" said Mr. Ollivander as he took the pure white wand out of the box, stunned.

Benjamin snatched the wand, and the moment he held it in his hand, the body's natural reaction reappeared.

This is his wand.

He tried to swing it, and then both Mr. Ollivander and Draco, who were standing in front of him, were blown to the ground by a gust of wind in front of him.

"Merlin's beard! what a magical moment!" said Mr. Ollivander, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet, but his face could not be stopped with joy, and his eyes showed indescribable fanaticism. "I knew it was the wand that chose the wizard!"

"Come to think of it, maybe this is a birch, eleven inches, flexible, heart-healthy, it must be the nerves of some kind of creature, I can't even see it. "Mr. Ollivander watched Benjamin's wand and didn't seem to let go until he had figured out what it was made of.

Benjamin lazily said, "I think Mr. Malfoy is getting impatient." ”

Mr. Ollivander reluctantly let go of his wand and began to pick out his wand for Draco.

In the end, both men were given their favorite wands.

"Fifteen Galleons in all, ma'am. Mr. Ollivander smiled with satisfaction.