"Obs Thurus Press, edited by Lester ... Wiezhad Press, edited by Felipe..."

Arthur calmly took the name and surname cards handed by the two middle-aged men in black suits in front of him, looked at the company to which he belonged, and couldn't help but read it in a low voice.

"Hello, I am..."×2

After seeing Arthur read the company and the name, the two spoke very tacitly at the same time.

But after hearing each other's voices, they immediately shut up and looked at each other, and the eyes of both parties were full of hostility and vigilance.

"Thank you, editors, for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet me. But now I'm worried about the wand, if anything, can I talk about it later? ”

Arthur carefully put away the names and surnames of the two, glanced at the busy old man who was already sweating, and then said very sincerely to the two editors.

"It's not the right time for us to come, we're waiting for you outside."

"Choosing a wand is a top priority for a student, and I wish Mr. Pendragon the best wand for you."

The two editors are also very knowledgeable, you and I are very harmonious, and people who are not in the know can not see that the two are in business competition.

With that, he nodded to Arthur and Professor McGonagall, and walked out of the Ollivanders wand shop with a smile on his face.

"They're here to talk to you about publishing that novel. I advise you not to promise either side at will. ”

Professor McGonagall, sitting on a mat made of wool, glanced at the two men outside the window and turned back to Arthur.

"Well, I'll think about it."

Arthur nodded, his gaze fixed on Garrick Ollivander.

They had been here for more than ten minutes, and Arthur had tried five wands on the recommendation of Mr. Ollivanders, but none of them had become wands that had been with him for seven years, or even a lifetime.

Because of the phrase "you don't need to pay for these". The blow stick again and again did not cause Arthur to be discouraged and irritable.

On the contrary, Ollivander, who had not found the right wand for Arthur, was a little crazy at this time, and he kept rummaging through the wand box on the container, and muttered something in his mouth.

Because his voice was so low and slightly accented, Arthur couldn't hear exactly what he was saying.

Just catching some useless words.

In order to avoid any further annoyance for Mr. Ollivander, Arthur sat obediently beside McGonagall, quietly waiting for the wand that belonged only to him.

"Holly, the succubus's hair, no, it's not this..."

"Hawthorn wood... Tried..."

“......”

In the dim light, Mr. Ollivander endured the dust in the air and looked frantically at the wand boxes that filled the walls.

He felt like he was going crazy.

He swore that for the first time in his long life, he had blown off five wands in a row due to his own mistakes.

Generally speaking, if the wand and the user are not properly matched, some slight anomalous reaction will occur at most.

If the wand can explode, it is a sign that the wand is extremely incompatible with the user.

As the owner of the current Ollivanders wand shop, this is the first time Gary Ollivanders has seen a wand burst, and it is still five in a row.....

It's a shame.

It's hell's day!

Mr. Ollivander could not accept this fact.

For as long as he can remember, he has been learning from his father how to choose wands for different wizards.

In the past hundred years, there have been countless wizards in the wizarding world of England whose wands have been personally selected or made by him.

It's never been as tough as it is today.

The five wands he had carefully selected based on Arthur's form and his observations of Arthur.

He swore that he thought it was the best wand for Arthur before the wand exploded......

"What a contradictory combination of beech wood and thestrals tail feathers, it was a bold attempt in my youth. Maybe this wand that is not suitable for him is his..."

What you think is the most suitable will happen instead, so what about the most unsuitable?

Ollivander looked at the wand that had been sealed away by him for a hundred years, and there was a gleam in his dry and lonely eyes.

He had been too concerned about finding the best wand for Arthur before, perhaps because of his hundred years of experience, he had misled himself.

Mr. Ollivander pulled the wand box out of the closet and blew away the dust that had accumulated on it for years.

Carefully opening the box, a wand that was completely jet black, but could reflect bright light in the dim light.

Ollivanders remembers the last time he took out a wand that was also made of beech wood.

It was when Harry Potter, the immortal savior, came to buy a wand.

It's just that the wand core wasn't Thestrals, and it didn't make it Harry's wand.

"Mr. Pendragon, this thirteen and a third inches, beech wood, Thestrals, tail feathers. It's the work of my youth. I guess it's for you. ”

Mr. Ollivander cautiously held his wand in both hands and came to Arthur. With a look of excitement on his face, he introduced the whole wand to him.

"Mr. Ollivanders, it won't..."

Arthur stood up as Ollivander approached him. Listening to Ollivander's description of the wand in his hand now, he didn't take it as he had before.

"Don't worry! I'm going to ... It's okay, if something happens again. And the same as before, I won't let you pay. ”

Ollivander wanted to promise Arthur that nothing would happen with the wand.

But on second thought, the most unsuitable became the most suitable, and it was just a conjecture on his spur of inspiration.

If you swear to say the words of assurance as before, what if.

"Mr. Ollivander, although I don't have much money... But I'm going to feel guilty about making you suffer all the time..."

"What are you saying, a wand is a companion for your life. Your idea that you just want to buy the cheapest wand is completely wrong, very wrong! ”

Hearing Arthur mention money again, Ollivander thought of the first thing the boy had said to him when he entered the store.

"Dear Mr. Ollivander, I want to buy the cheapest wand."

If it weren't for the professionalism accumulated over the years and Arthur's Muggle identity, he wouldn't know how to wand.

Ollivander would have driven Arthur out of the store on the spot, never letting him enter his wand shop.

"Arthur, don't overthink it. Try this wand first. It was carefully selected by Mr. Ollivander. ”

Professor McGonagall looked out the window at two different publishers and saw another blonde lady next to her, guessing that it was also an editor at one of the publishers seeking Arthur's cooperation.

It's just that this lady's figure is somewhat familiar to her. But I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Yes!"

Seeing that Professor McGonagall had spoken, Arthur did not hesitate any longer.

He stretched out his right hand, and under Mr. Ollivanders' expectant gaze, he slowly grasped the contradictory wand handle made of beech wood and Thestrals' tail feathers.

......