"The Ollivanders Wand Shop, a wand that has been in good shape since 382 BC."

At the last stop, John finally came to the most exciting moment.

If there is any Harry Potter that best represents the wizarding world, it must be a wand in each person's hand.

Without a wand, even if you're Voldemort, you'll have to stand still.

Ollivanders Wand Shop.

This is the largest munitions facility in the wizarding world.

John couldn't help but praise it: "It is worthy of the staff of 382 B.C., and it is really extraordinary." ”

Immediately, he told Mrs. Wick like a little adult, and asked her to take a good look at the middle-aged man's husband who was too curious.

John walked inside with an unusually excited step.

When I walked in, the first thing I saw was not people, but thousands of narrow cardboard boxes with wands piled up.

The storefront, which was already small, became even more cramped against the backdrop of cardboard boxes.

The thick dust everywhere made John a little suspicious of how Ollivander lived inside, and didn't he need to clean it.

John looked inside, and Ollivander looked at him as well.

"Good afternoon."

Coming out of the mountain of cardboard boxes, Ollivander had a kind smile on his face.

"Hello, I want a ......"

"Wands, of course everybody wants them."

Ollivander took John's words with a smile and walked out from behind the counter.

"Hogwarts freshmen, what's your name?"

"John Wick."

"Very well, Mr. Wick, may I ask which arm is your dominant hand?"

"Right hand...... Actually, my left hand can also be. ”

John opened his bow left and right, thanks to the pencil skills he practiced for two and a half years, in order to be able to quickly deal with enemies on the left and right.

"Then the left hand."

After thinking about it, John chose his left hand.

Ollivander took out a tape measure and gestured at John, and the tape was enchanted.

Looking at Ollivander with a serious face, John felt strange in his heart.

The old man didn't seem to be a wand seller, but more like a tailor.

"Wands are all unique, it's not the wizard who chooses the wand, it's the wand that chooses the wizard."

After the measurement, Ollivander smiled and mysteriously left the sentence.

Back behind the counter, Ollivanders first removed a cardboard box from the shelf.

When the box was opened, a black wand lay inside.

Ollivanders introduced: "Willow wood with unicorn fur, seven and three-quarters inches, you should give it a try." ”

John took the wand excitedly, the first wand he had ever touched.

Trying to swing it to the side, the wooden cabinet in the store exploded directly, and the wood slag flew to the ground.

The sheer power kept John on the spot.

"It doesn't look like it's it, try this one again."

Ollivander carefully took the wand and pulled out a mahogany wand again.

John took it, and the carton next to it burst open.

"You're a fussy person, try this, Purple Shirt Wood and Dragon Heartstrings."

Time passed as if none of them could adapt.

Under the constant change, John was a little numb.

The neat storefront had been blown to pieces, and even Watson, who had been stopped by his wife outside, suspected that it was selling arms rather than wands.

"Mr. Wick, with all due respect, I have never met a student as destructive as you."

Even the best-grumpy oak and unicorn fur were able to exert the power of a bomb in John's hands, which made Ollivander more and more excited.

The more discerning the guest, the more fulfillment Ollivander can bring.

"I remember, it was a wand as fussy as you are."

Thinking of something, Ollivander patted his head.

The old man climbed up the shelf with such speed that John wondered how old he really was, and at the same time he was really afraid that he would fall down with one foot in the air.

Rummaging through the top of the shelf, Ollivander found an extra dusty carton in his hand.

Blow it out in one breath and let the dust turn into a cloud of dust on the box and fly out.

"Red oak and ptarmigan tail feathers, nine and three-quarters inches, elastic and pliable."

With a smile on his face, he reached out and pulled out the wand inside, and Ollivander handed it to John expectantly.

A pair of eyes stared at John, nervously as if watching his daughter get married.

When John took it, an idea popped into his head for no reason.

"It's it."

Blessed to the soul.

Raise your hand and wave your wand gracefully.

There was no explosion, and a little fluorescent light came out of the tip of the wand, as soft as a breeze, and landed on the face like bubbles.

"That's it!"

Clapping his hands happily, Ollivander smiled in satisfaction.

Each wand is a wayward child, and it is the greatest happiness to be able to let the child find his own partner.

Ollivander smiled at John and said, "The Red Oak Wand is passionate about the blood of battle, it is the warrior of the wand. ”

"Sounds like a pencil works better for me." John also laughed, and now the pencil on the inner lining can be omitted.

I hope that red oak is better than a pencil and more durable, so that you are not afraid of breaking.

The price of a wand is 7 gold Galleons.

After paying the money, John went to meet his parents.

Along the way, Watson showed great interest in John's wand, and even took it to try to get a morning glory on his wife's head.

John snatched his wand back from his own father.

"By the way, I want to buy an owl." John slapped his head.

I almost forgot that there is no telephone at Hogwarts, and if you don't have an owl, you can only use the Hogwarts public owl.

Thinking of the grumpy owl, John still thought it would be better to buy one.

...

Bella Owl Store.

There was a lot of noise in the shop, and the smell of owls and bird droppings made Mrs. Wick unbearable to go out first.

"That's it."

John chose the white one at a glance among the many owls.

It was a snowy owl, and John named it Basil.

Snowy Owl Basil tilted his head, his round eyes staring at John, as if to remember this master.

When he got home, Watson got playful and took pictures of John's wand.

If John's wizarding robe hadn't been able to fit in, he would have to wear it and take a few more photos.

Mrs. Wick looked at him helplessly against the cupboard, like a child who had not grown up, with a smile in her eyes.

At the same time, Harry received his gift.

A snowy owl he named Hedwig.

It was his happiest day.

...

John received a gift.

When Mrs. Wick took out the gift, John was startled by the moving gift box and subconsciously drew his wand in a back-grip posture.

The gift box was opened, and a puppy emerged from inside.

He has big ears, brown on his head and black on his back.

Miglu, full name Miglu Hare Retriever.

After the puppy came out, he licked John's face wildly, and the attributes of licking the dog were clear at a glance.

Mrs. Wick smiled at this warm scene, leaned into Watson's arms, and said warmly:

"Your dad and I don't think you can take spiders or mice to school, and this little baby is our gift to you."

Watson also nodded his head and silently fiddled with his mouth, apparently saying that it was your mother's idea.

Watson, who didn't know when he became a fan of wizards, didn't think rats were bad.

Please, take the rat to school, super cool okay.

John thought that if Daddy was a wizard, he would be a Gryffindor.

This spirit of exploration of all things and the spirit of adventure that is not afraid of death is completely the perfect embodiment of those little lions.

"Thank you, Mom, I don't think it's good to bring a mouse too."

John, who also has no affection for the mouse, likes the gift, after all, the mouse reminds John of a Harry Potter episode.

It seems that there is a greasy middle-aged uncle who has turned into a mouse, and after turning back into a human form, he can be disgusted.

Pick up the puppy, who is only a few months old and has a tail that dangles like a propeller.

"Give your pet a name, I gave it the first toy car your grandmother gave me."

Watson was sorry that he was not able to buy his son a Black Widow as a pet.

Father and son have always been equally tasteful in choosing names.

John held the puppy in his arms and coped with the dog licking attack.

"Name, I think, let's call Tom."

Well, this Tom is the cat and mouse one, and it's definitely not Voldemort's real name.

And just like that, John had his first dog.

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