In the window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

The gold-lettered sign on the narrow, small door was now peeling away, and the words "Ollivanders, a well-made wand since 382 B.C.", were written in ancient, yet fluid script.

Ranko had already put the textbooks Draco needed into his pocket with the telescopic spell cast, and with the sound of teeth grinding open, he slowly walked into the shop of the famous wandmaker.

Draco had been waiting here for a long time, but he didn't wait for "grandfather", he politely rejected Ollivanders' proposal, and waited very cautiously for Ranko to come over.

So now the elder Ollivander was measuring the length of his arm, and it was Miss Halle Potter, who was one step slower than Draco, in search of a suitable wand.

Hagrid's half-giant body was a bit of a space, and Draco sat obediently on the edge of the only bench among the thousands of narrow boxes crammed with wands, away from Miss Harry Potter and Mr. Rubeus Hagrid.

Ranko walked over without a smile and sat down next to Master Malfoy, waiting for Old Man Ollivander to hand over the matching wand to Miss Harry Potter.

"It turns out that Ollivander's theory is correct, that the wand chooses its master."

He misses the wand he had been with for more than a decade, even though it always liked to deliberately guide others to use strange magic.

"No, no...... Try this one, made of ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, very elastic. Go ahead and try this one. ”

Ollivander was happy enough, as if he was picking and flavouring an ice cream cake for his beloved child.

Well, although the analogy seems a little wrong, for Ollivanders, these wands that he made himself are probably no different from his children.

Old man Ollivander kept picking his wand, and then getting rejected again and again.

During this period, neither Ranko nor Draco showed impatience, Ranko watched with high interest, and Draco kept silently reciting the "Noble Malfoy Family Idea" in his heart, confusing himself.

Hagrid had expected Malfoy, who had been watching for a long time, to get impatient, but he was amazed by the results.

Oh, and as for why he knew the other person from the Malfoy family, the Malfoy family logo's hair color and that aloof, distant and mean expression he hadn't seen anywhere else but with Lucius Malfoy.

It's just that why did he feel that the person sitting next to Malfoy, who was slightly impatient, was so familiar?

He always felt like he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything.

Hagrid shook his head, laughing at himself, "How could I possibly have a familiar relationship with 'noble' Malfoy." ”

At the same time, Ollivander seems to have figured out the wand that fits the child in front of him.

"It doesn't matter if you're a discerning customer, I think there's always the best, the most perfect, the best ...... for you. Let me think about it...... Oh, there is, how could there be...... Extraordinary combination, holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long, not bad, also very pliable. ”

Here it comes.

Ranko raised an eyebrow and looked at the wand in Harley's hand.

The wand looked ordinary, but for Ranko, who knew the secrets buried in it, and for the old man Ollivander, who knew every wand sold, it was so kind.

"This wand allowed Harry Potter to successfully beat the [Remove Your Weapon] to the feeling of [Removing Your Old Life], tsk, the Unforgivable Spell is like this against the Disarming Charm, and the junior is getting worse and worse after he has no nose."

He sat in a different position, and it wasn't until Harley and Hagrid had left that the room, which wasn't too large, came back to life.

"Alright, alright, next is ......"

The focused old man Ollivander was obviously stunned when he saw Ranko, and then his eyes lit up slightly, and he walked over with a little excitement.

"Oh, Ranko, Mr. Ranko Malfoy, it's great to see you're alright."

Old man Ollivander's memory is completely out of proportion to his appearance.

"Yes, I'm here to retrieve the wand I deposited with you."

"Of course! Of course! ”

Old man Ollivander took a few steps back, leaning against the wall of thousands of boxes stacked in the direction of the store.

"An eleven-inch-long, hawthorn wand, it loves wizards who wield strange magic, and has plenty of toughness and strength."

"Mr. Ranko, do you know Ollivander?"

As a well-known wand maker in England, almost every young wizard in England got his first wand from him, and even many foreign wizards came to visit.

Old Man Ollivander may not have been a successful businessman, but the wands he made undoubtedly had unmatched powers.

This may be one of the benefits of choosing the owner of the wand.

"I got my first wand from Ollivander." Ranko leisurely replied to Draco's question, "Ollivander is undoubtedly the Master of Wands...... Don't listen to the bad things that say that the more expensive the wand, the better, the best wand is the best. ”

At this time, Ollivander had already taken out a wooden box, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he couldn't hold the wooden box in his hand.

"The tail feathers of a quailbird are a rare and rare magical material."

He solemnly handed the wand box to Ranko, and then said to Draco as if he had finished a matter on his mind:

"It's another Malfoy, the first time I saw your father, it seems like it was yesterday when I bought his first wand."

Ollivander began to pick out his wand for Draco, and Ranko sat back down on the bench and opened the cold-to-the-touch wooden box.

Inside lay a well-maintained wand, the handle of which was cold, as if it had just been fished out from under the ice. The mysterious spiral pattern filled three-quarters of the wand, like its owner's family, a noble and arrogant Malfoy.

"See you again."

Ranko took out his wand, feeling the wonderful touch, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was remembering something.

The wand had been with him for a long time, and even in the face of Grindelwald, and that terrible and involuntarily desirable old wand, his wand was never timid.

"Wand chooses master, I'm glad you haven't forgotten me."

Putting his wand away, Ranko sat quietly, waiting for Draco to get his wand.

Hagrid, who had already walked away, suddenly slapped his head.

Merlin's beard! He remembered what the source of that strange sense of familiarity was!