People are actually very adaptable, as if you stay in the toilet for a long time, you can't smell the smell.

Either the environment adapts to you, or you adapt to the environment, the former Harry obviously can't do it, he can only choose the latter.

Hagrid, half-dead, shuffled his heavy footsteps towards the Leaky Cauldron, while Harry followed Hagrid's direction, with Ollivander Wands in the middle and back of Diagon Alley.

The buildings here are much more dilapidated than the bustling shopping street in front, and there are only three or four shops still in business as far as the eye can see, but there are many of them, and the most conspicuous position at the intersection is the Ollivanders Wand Shop.

Harry paused under the shop sign and looked up.

Ollivander: A well-made wand since 382 BC.

The introduction of the advertisement is not a problem, it fits the definition of a wizard wielding a small wooden stick, but the dusty window does not show a lone wand on a faded velvet, but a strange wooden tube that looks very old, resembling a rolling pin, and the label on it shows that this is the first new wand designed by Leok Ollivander for Europeans in 1230, modeled after the Oriental fire wand.

Harry became even more silent, but at the same time as he was silent, he suddenly felt a little excitement in his heart.

He pushed the door open, and the wind chimes sounded crisp and pleasant.

The sound of 'Bell Bell Bell ~' came from somewhere deep in the store.

The front hall of the Ollivanders wand shop is small, with nothing but a bench, and behind the counter, huge wooden shelves stretch to the ceiling more than ten meters high, and the shelves are densely stacked with small boxes, various long black boxes.

There seems to be some mysterious magic hidden in the dust and silence here.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice startled Harry, and Ollivander floated out of the darkness behind the counter like a ghost, with large, bright eyes and light pupils that made him look a little ghost-like.

"Good afternoon, old man." Harry took a deep breath and calmed himself.

"Oh, yes," Ollivander began, "yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, it's not a problem, your eyes are the same as your mother's, she came here to buy her first wand, it was just yesterday, ten and a quarter of an inch long, willow, the trigger clicked, it was crisp, it was a good wand for spellcasting." ”

Ollivander walked up to Harry and stared at him with his moon-like light silver eyes, which made Harry's hair stand on end and his back was cold, as if he had seen through it, as if it were magical.

"Your father is different, he likes mahogany, eleven inches long, has good rebound, is very flexible, has a fast burst, and has more strength, and it couldn't be better for Transfiguration, and I say your father likes it - actually, the wand chooses a wizard."

Ollivander leaned closer, but instead of looking into Harry's eyes, he was staring at the scar on his forehead, which Harry had never hidden, and for him, a Glock tattoo on his forehead was actually quite handsome, and it matched his own Stallone's tendon flesh.

"It's different, it's different."

Ollivanders' fingers touched the scar on Harry's forehead, and he muttered, "There is indeed a subtle difference, what an interesting discovery." ”

"What?" Harry asked, a little confused.

"Your scar...."Ollivander withdrew his finger and stepped back a little, "This is a wand I sold, thirteen and a half inches long, purple wood, very powerful, so strong that ordinary people can't pull its trigger, but it fell into the wrong hands..."

"A 50-caliber Desert Eagle?" Harry spoke of the pistol he had seen in his dream.

"I don't know what it will look like after it, maybe it's or maybe not, if there's a wand that recognizes two wizards at the same time, I mean if, because that can't happen, never has it ever been, then it's going to look different in the hands of both wizards."

"The wand chooses the wizard, the wand recognizes the wizard, and the wizard influences the wand, and they are one, one that influences each other."

"Wandology is a very advanced science, if you are interested, Hogwarts has an introductory book, on the east side of the library, on shelf 133, the seventh book from the left on the second floor, I read it back then, it was written by my great-great-grandfather, and it can still be used as a good book for beginners."

Ollivanders' memory is so strong that it is not true, he is at least a hundred years old, but there is no need to hesitate to recall these things, Harry thinks that he should be amnesiac.

"Then let's measure the size first." Ollivander took out a silver-scale tape measure, "Which hand do you use?" ”

"It's okay with both left and right hands, and I deliberately worked out so that I could knock out a left hook with one blow."

This is one of Harry's winning tips in the ring, under normal circumstances, the strength of his left hand will be a little weaker, and his defense will be a little weaker, but the difference between the strength of Harry's left arm and right arm will not be more than a kilogram.

"Then open your hands, okay, that's it."

Measuring such a long, slender hand was something that made Ollivander happy, and he took advantage of the gap to talk to Harry about the wand, which was exactly what Harry wanted.

"Mr. Ollivander, I saw the one in the window... The wand was the first new wand in Europe, so what did the old wand look like before? ”

"That's it." Ollivander was slightly stunned, there were very few people interested in wandology, and it was the first time he had heard a guest ask about it.

"You see, on the walls over there are all the styles of wands that have been used by wizards from ancient times to the present, look at the first row, that's what wands originally looked like."

Harry's gaze moved upward, and the wall shrouded in darkness was now illuminated by a soft light that came from nowhere, revealing a side of it that few people knew about.

But after seeing this, Harry became even more uneasy.

"Why.... Why does this thing look like a whip for herding sheep? ”

Harry pointed to the wand in the first row, which was a wooden stick with a rope the thickness of a little thumb tied to the front, and as he looked back, the wand slowly turned into a long piece of wood, tied with one or more strings at both ends, some of which resembled some odd stringed instrument, and in the third row, the wand turned into a curved stick that resembled a bow and arrow.

"The original wizards used magic to 'throw', that is, when they waved a stick, they threw the magic from a wire woven from the hair of magical creatures and other things, which was not accurate, so it was quickly improved to a plucked type, that is, the second row, and then evolved into a bow staff, that is, the third row, from 445 AD, European wizards used it on a large scale, until - in 1000 AD, the wizards of the East invented a new style of wand, but due to the chaos of the times at that time, until 1230, The concept of a new wand was only here, and it has been refined and used to this day. ”

"Although many of the new wands have been detached from their wands, we still use the word wand as a name for it, or you can call it a gun."

"Alright, Mr. Potter, you can put your hands down."

Ollivander finished his measurements, and he turned and walked towards the shelf behind the counter.

After a while, Ollivander, who had turned around, brought several boxes with him.

"Then try this, beech wood and dragon teeth, the excitation nucleus is made of the dragon's heart nerves, nine inches long, this refers to the length of the breech, the total length is thirteen inches, the trigger force is moderate, you can pull it and try."

"Buckle?" Harry reached out and took the wooden-handled flintlock pistol handed by Ollivander, this old antique thing Harry had seen in the pirate movies of his previous life, and the pirate movies of this world, they all used earthen stun guns, this world used electricity very early, thanks to a natural storage crystal that existed all over the world.

"Yes, pull it, to know if a wand has chosen you, pulling the trigger to activate the excitation core is the easiest test, the magic power in your body can be transformed into a carrier of a spell, once an arrow or something, now a bullet."

"But rest assured, the transformed bullet doesn't have magical power in the proper sense of the word without using a spell."

"No warheads?" Harry asked.

"You understand it very precisely, very correctly." Ollivander nodded and looked at him approvingly, "You can aim here, there's a target for testing." ”

Ollivander pointed to the right side of the counter, where a dummy was placed.

Although it was not the modern pistol that Harry had used in his previous life, but an ancient flintlock pistol, the strange feeling still made his heart burn.

'What a broken stick. Harry had already tossed the wand aside in his heart, 'This is what a real man should use!' ’

Harry coolly spun the flintlock pistol, put his fingers in the trigger guard to turn the flintlock pistol in his hand, and then grabbed the trigger with a grip of his fingers, without needing to aim.

"Bang~" A gunshot rang out, and a puff of black smoke exploded, and Harry, who was coughing incessantly, found that the flintlock pistol in his hand had been snatched away.

"It's not okay, it's not appropriate." Ollivander spoke, then shoved in a new one, "Try this, ebony rhinoceros horn and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long." ”

Harry tried flintlock pistol after flintlock pistol, but none of them could get Ollivander to nod, and the boxes on the counter were piled higher and higher, but the more he did, the more interested Ollivander became.

"A discerning customer, huh? It doesn't matter, I think, there's always the best, the most perfect, the best for you – let me think about it – oh, there you have it, how could you not have it – an extraordinary combination! ”

"Holly wood, basilisk fangs, phoenix feathers, the ultimate collision of death and rebirth, eleven inches long."

"Remember what I said, Harry?" Ollivander hesitated as he handed over the gun, and said, "The man who left the scar on your forehead, he used a wand of purple wood, basilisk fangs, and phoenix feathers. ”

"This wand is a twin pair, based on the two longest and sharpest fangs of the same basilisk, and the two longest and most gorgeous tail feathers of the same phoenix."

Ollivander solemnly put this flintlock pistol... No, the wand was handed to Harry, "Try it." ”

Harry felt the slightest hint of pressure, and his heart tensed as he picked up the wand that seemed to be wrapped around the thread of fate.

He held the gun in both hands, then aimed it at the dummy target and pulled the trigger!