Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, eleven-inch wand.

A great and extraordinary combination.

The wand sat on a huge shelf like any other wand, and Ollivander rummaged through it for a long time before he could get it out of the pile of dust.

Carl picked up the wand and felt the wand exude an astonishing heat. The temperature was enough to burn his palms and bubble up that Carl couldn't help but swing it hard, as if he were about to throw his wand out.

The wand's head lit up with a red glow, followed by a crisp chirp, a hurricane swept through the room, and doors and windows were hung with a creaking sound.

The wands that had been placed on the shelves, as well as the dust that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time, were also blown up by the hurricane, causing the three people present to sneeze.

Ollivander was shocked and angry, and he exclaimed, "Dumbledore! ”

Dumbledore coughed slightly. The hurricane turned into a warm breeze, and the wand in the sky sped back to its place, and the dust disappeared without a trace, and the fragrance of gardenias permeated the air.

The whole room has a new look, as if it were back to the way Ollivander took over many years ago.

"Actually, I thought you should do a big cleaning." Dumbledore said happily.

Ollivander glared at Dumbledore.

"You're good, but it doesn't like you." He hurriedly snatched the extraordinary wand from Karl and carefully placed it in the box.

"It's a haughty guy, very fussy, very fussy."

Ollivander carefully slipped his wand into the mountain of cardboard boxes.

"You're good, but it doesn't like you." "It's not uncommon, but it's a little more violent. ”

Ollivander pondered for a moment, then looked at Dumbledore again, "I thought of a combination, but I didn't quite believe it. ”

Dumbledore squinted, as if he was thinking about something: "Theoretically······ However······ This shouldn't be ······"

He said it vaguely, but Ollivander understood.

Ollivander looked at Karl with his pale eyes that seemed to be plated with a layer of silver: "Albus, this is the realm of mystery, and in this realm, not to mention you, not even we can say that we fully understand why this is happening. ”

"If that wand doesn't fit either, then you can go to someone else, and I'm sure Grigovich can help you. You know, he's a staunch wand instrumentalist. ”

"Of course, you can also choose ebony, phoenix tail feathers, and that wand is also good."

Karl looked at Dumbledore and saw that he was still thinking with his eyes closed.

"It's a little too late." Dumbledore muttered. "It's the fifteenth today."

Ollivander gave a strange look: "No, it's too late. ”

He walked through the dark veil and soon walked up to Karl with a box in his hand.

Ollivander stroked the surface of the box for a while, his expression was complicated, and he slowly opened the box with nostalgia:

"Purple shirts, phoenix feathers, thirteen and a half inches, they have an indescribable compatibility, but the result of the mixing of two extraordinary materials that are most difficult to tame is that neither of them obeys the other, and they look down on each other. So this wand is very, very fastidious, and so far only one wizard has conquered it and forged a glory that no one else can match—horrific as it is, but certainly a brilliant one. ”

Dumbledore stood up again, his expression serious: "Ollivander, this wand shouldn't be here. ”

"It's not that." Ollivander shook his head, "Maybe it's a revelation of fate, maybe it's just a coincidence." At the end of July, as in previous years, I received your phoenix feather, just as someone sent me a purple shirt wood that was perfect for making a wand. ”

So the idea came to me: if its predecessor was so successful, why can't I replicate it again?"

"Just now, I put this freshly baked wand in the box when you guys visited."

There was an indescribable joy on his face: "This is fate, Albus, this is the charm of mystery." ”

"Mr. Ollivanders." Dumbledore leaned in, his eyes wandering over the unique wand and Ollivander, scrutinizing all possible details, "And who sent this purple shirt?" ”

"Reinos of the Caro family." Ollivander said, "Their family has been carrying their tails over the years, and they have given a lot of gifts to many people." ”

"So you accepted it? I remember you didn't like them. ”

"Everyone accepted it, after all, they didn't make any big mistakes." Seeing that Dumbledore was about to speak, Ollivander hurriedly preemptively said, "It's been a few years, and everyone thinks that the punishment for them is enough. ”

"No one wants to see the Caro family fall like this, Albus, no one! Otherwise, you wouldn't have invited Reinos to teach at Hogwarts, would you? ”

Dumbledore didn't continue, he sighed slightly, and motioned for Carl to take his wand.

Karl solemnly grasped the cold wand, and he could feel that Dumbledore and Ollivander were both very serious, and they were both staring at the wand in Carl's hand without blinking.

The cold wand didn't react at first, but then a green light jumped out of the tip of the wand and turned into a phoenix hovering in the air, chirping happily, and from time to time it dripped like molten wax from its body, turning into small blooming emerald flowers on the ground around Carl.

Neither Dumbledore nor Ollivander had any smile on their faces, but Karl already knew that the wand was his.

Wand chooses wizard.

No wand made Carl understand this truth as deeply as this one.

Even that "nice" ebony, wand made of phoenix tail feathers.

He could clearly feel the cheers of the wand in his hand, it was not as warm as the wands in front of him, it was a cold grip, and there was a hint of warmth lingering in the small area of the palm.

Carl held the wand, and his power was irrepressibly ready to gush out.

Just hold on to me, and we can overcome everything. The wand whispered.

Or even death? Carl thought to himself.

All.

The temperature in his palm was hot again, but Carl still held on to his wand.

"It's not the same as it was back then, but it's clear that every wizard is unique, just like a wand." Ollivander said softly, "Obviously, this is your wand, Seven Gold Galleons. ”

Karl happily paid the bill, leaving three Galleons in his pocket, but this did not make him happy to get the wand: "Thank you, Mr. Ollivanders. ”

Ollivanders' eyes were complicated, he looked at the little wizard in front of him, and couldn't help but bless: "You will definitely achieve something in the future, Mr. Karl, no matter what way, you will always achieve something, just like the mysterious man whose name I can't name." ”

Mystery man?

Hearing this rare and familiar name from Harry Potter, Carl took a deep breath and couldn't help but look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had a pensive look on his face and did not speak.

This put Carl at ease. Since the big guy has no opinion, there must not be any big problems.

He couldn't help but clench the wand in his hand again, it would give him an indescribable sense of security.

Even if he doesn't know a magic yet.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore, Ollivander, and this lovely little wizard."

The jingling bell sounded at the door again, and the three people in the room looked towards the door together, and in walked in a white, weather-beaten old man with a pair of sharp eyes, who walked towards Dumbledore with a sleek step and a serious expression.

The old man stopped beside Dumbledore, but instead of speaking, he stared at the wand in Karl's hand.

His eyes rolled for a long time before he turned to Dumbledore and said, "This wand looks familiar." ”

Dumbledore still had a smile on his face, but his tone was cold: "You shouldn't have come here, Renos, and I'm looking forward to tasting the hot mead from the Three Broomsticks with you!" ”

"You're late first, Albus." The old man named Rinos, as if he did not understand the meaning of Dumbledore's words, solemnly reminded, "A prophet once said, if the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain." ”

Dumbledore took out his gold watch and looked at it, apologetically, "I'm sorry, Reinos, for the delay here. ”

"I accept your apology, Albus." Reinos. Carlo looked at the wand in Carl's hand again, "That wand is familiar, I think I've seen him somewhere." Thirteen inches, or thirteen and a half inches? ”

He stared at it again for a moment, trying to make a smile that was hard to say was good—he had obviously not really laughed in a long time: "Ollivander, this purple shirt is good, isn't it?" ”

Ollivander didn't seem to want to talk to the old man much, he just gave him a cold look, nodded, bowed to Dumbledore again, and turned to leave.

Ollivanders' departure left the room to fall silent again, and Reinos's eyes flickered, glancing at Dumbledore and Carl's wand from time to time.

"Nice wand, isn't it? What rod core? Reinos guessed, "Phoenix tail feathers? ”

Karl was just about to speak, but Dumbledore preemptively introduced, "Carl, this is your future Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Renos Caro. This is Carl, Carl Turinus, Hogwarts freshman. ”

"Your speculations are baseless, Renos." Dumbledore said with a smile. He stood up and walked over to Carl, "Carl, I think you should go back, I still have some business to attend to." It's a shame that I can't take the subway back with you. ”

Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?

Thinking of some of the few words he had seen in his previous life, Carl deeply regretted the old man.

What a good wizard does, what is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor! Could it be that the "great name" of this course has not yet spread throughout the wizarding world?

Dumbledore took Karl's arm: "Frankly, it's not a great experience, but I think it's going to be an unforgettable experience for you, magic can always do a lot of great things." ”

"But." The blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses sparkled, and Dumbledore and Cal, who looked up, looked at each other, was silent for a while, and finally said, "This does not include death. ”

"No one can overcome death, even if someone once declared him successful, even if someone resurrected their lover, they all seemed to have achieved something, but in the end, time proved that those were just brilliant fireworks that disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye."