What exactly is a wand?

This question has plagued Kano for a long time as a reader of the Harry Potter books.

They seem to be important, and an English wizard with a wand in hand can crush African witch doctors who cast spells with their fingers.

However, they don't seem to be that important, and the most powerful wizards can cast spells without a wand, and still dominate the others.

They seem to be alive, they will resist serving some people, they are the embodiment of some aspect of their master's talents.

But that's about it, the only things that are truly wonderful are the twin wand cores of Harry and Voldemort, and the undisciplined Elder Wand.

It's okay to hold two wands in your hand and open the bow left and right, it's okay to carry a large handful of wands in your arms, and it's okay to hold it in your mouth...

Kano felt that everyone had this kind of question, but he just didn't have a chance to verify it.

Now the opportunity for verification is in front of him.

Ollivanders' silver hair, big silver eyes, looked like two lights in a somewhat dimly lit room.

He looked at Kano fixedly, and it took him a long time to roll his big eyes.

"Fair skin, hidden pride. Forgive me for being rash, sir, are you of Blake blood? ”

Kano nodded naturally: "My father is Regulus. Black. ”

Ollivander showed a surprised expression: "I remember, it was your grandmother who brought him to buy a wand that day. Finally bought a twelve-inch, laurel wood, dragon's heart wand core. ”

"It's as if it happened yesterday. The owner of the Laurel Wand is always in search of glory, I thought he had died quietly after joining the Death Eaters, but seeing you today, I think there's a story behind it. ”

Kano looked into Ollivander's pale eyes and nodded, "When the time is right, I will tell his story to the world." ”

Ollivander nodded, half-turned and pulled out a magic tape measure.

"Let's get started."

Dumbledore had been standing behind Kano, listening silently to the conversation between the two, only to roll his blue eyes when he heard Regulus's name.

"Little Mr. Kano, which one is your dominant hand?"

"Right hand."

The silver tape measure operates on its own, coming and going to measure all kinds of data.

Ollivander wrote calculations on parchment, nodding and shaking his head.

He muttered something to his mouth, ran to the stacked old high shelves, and took down a large pile of tightly bound boxes.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Kano the Younger. Maybe you have a different idea, but please respect my philosophy here. ”

Ollivander said as he untied all the boxes with a mali that didn't fit his appearance.

"Try the fir ones first, they like survivors. The cores of these three rods are the unicorn hair, the phoenix tail feathers, and the dragon's heartstrings. Of course, I will only use these three high-quality materials for the core. ”

Kano raised it in turn, each wand willing to serve him, and the tips of the wand spewed out brilliant powder.

"Tsk, that's good, but it's not enough."

Ollivander shoved the three wands back into the box and climbed onto the shelves again.

Then they tried the insecure willow wood, which was not enough.

Visionary vine wood, not enough.

Adventure-loving maple, not enough.

Almost every wand had been tried, and Kano felt like he could use every one well, but he just couldn't find it.

Ollivander tapped his forehead in confusion, and Kano couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Ollivanders, can you satisfy my curiosity?"

"Excuse me, little sir, even if it's a break."

Ollivander looked at Kano again, and Kano pointed to a large pile of boxes on the ground.

"Wand, what the hell?"

Ollivander seemed to be stopped by the endless question, and it took a moment to understand what Kano meant.

"Oh, Mr. Carnot." He smiled and held up his wand, "It's our companion, it's part of our limbs. ”

"We're not trying to put an extra arm on you, the right wand feels like a reunion after a long absence."

"Only when you get it will you become whole."

Kano pinched his chin and seemed to understand something.

He stretched out his arms in a hug and released himself without reservation.

The smell of fairy country came to their faces, and both Ollivanders and Dumbledore narrowed their eyes.

Almost all of the wands were awakened and lit up in the box, and some wands even eagerly spewed out colored smoke.

But Kano couldn't feel them anymore, he reached out and pointed in a certain direction, and a wand flew into his hand with his box.

"It's incredible, this is something that years of grinding in with the wand and the master can only do by chance."

Ollivanders took the box from Kano's hand and marveled.

When the box was opened, there was a purple shirt wood, a dragon's heartstring as a wand core, and a fourteen-inch wand.

Ollivander had never thought in that direction, and in his opinion the wand wood had nothing to do with Kano.

Because the purple shirt wood in the druid culture represents rebirth, eternity, and immortality.

Kano pursed his lips, complaining in his heart that this wand was sharper than a human, and it was really worthy of a wand choosing a wizard.

Ollivander took a deep look at his wand, then at Kano and put it back in his hand.

"I'm sure you're going to make a big deal with it."

"I believe that too, thank you."

Kano replied softly, and the purple-shirted wood wand emitted a gentle dim yellow glow, injecting a warm current into his body.

At this moment, he realized that those previous ideas were impossible.

For wizards, the wand is not a tool, but a part of the wizard's body. Those powerful wizards were indeed able to cast spells without a wand, but that was neither natural nor comfortable.

As for holding several wands at the same time, that's even more delusional. The moment you pick up your wand, the two are influencing each other and running in with each other.

Using two wands at the same time is like getting on two trains going in opposite directions at the same time, which is simply impossible.

Leaving the Ollivanders wand shop, Kano excitedly twirled his wand around his fingertips, and the wand was sprayed with colorful powder.

When the passers-by saw him, they also remembered the joy of getting a wand on the first day when he was a child.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile when he saw it.

The two went to the Blott Bookstore to order a set of reference books, and bought a set of crucibles, crystal flasks and other experimental equipment for school.

Finally, I returned to Madame Morkin's robe shop and picked up a few sets of clothes that had been made.

At the end of the day, Dumbledore opened the door to his room for Carno.

An ugly thing with a round head, a small man, with long pointed ears and a rag, rushed at him, accompanied by a cry.

"Little master!"