"Boom!" A bang!

Ollivander shrank his head, and Harry fell to his back at the moment, a sharp pain on his forehead that made him curl up on the ground in agony, twitching, as if the feeling of being torn was accompanied by a stickiness.

His eyes were a little unopen.

"Are you alright, kid?"

Ollivander stepped forward, pulling out a gleaming Smith & Wesson M629 revolver from his robe, aiming the muzzle of the 11.176mm caliber at Harry's head.

"Heal as ever."

He pulled the trigger, and there was a click, soft, but clear in the silence of the store.

Harry felt as if something cold had touched his forehead, and the tearing pain quickly lessened.

"I'm sorry kid, I didn't expect this wand to blow up....."

Ollivanders' face showed remorse and guilt, and he pulled the trigger again, and many pieces flew from all corners.

The holly wood, basilisk fangs, and phoenix feathers flintlock pistol that Harry had held before had been reduced to dozens of pieces of various sizes, and it was impossible to put them together in a piece.

"What happened just now?"

Harry covered his forehead, and Ollivander summoned water, a towel, and a mirror.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror, his face was covered in blood, and there was a freshly healed scar on his forehead that was rapidly fading.

He wiped his face and wiped the blood off his face.

"Explode." Ollivander repeated, "This is an extremely rare accident, and under normal circumstances, there are only two situations that can happen, first, the wand is extremely resistant to a wizard, more hated than hated, and second, I don't know." ”

"Don't know?" Harry turned his head to look at Ollivander in surprise.

"Yes, I don't know, because there have been only two explosions in history, and one of them has not been recorded."

"The recorded case was of a dark wizard who, after killing a hundred and thirty-five members of his family, used the wand of the last survivor to kill him, but the wand had the loyalty and fortitude of its owner, and self-destructed."

"That dark wizard is dead?"

"No, his hand was injured, and the Dark Wizard strangled the last survivor with his other hand, killing his entire family."

"In the end, it was the dark wizard who wrote a crazy autobiography before he died, and the matter became known."

Ollivander shook his head, and once again he fell into deep thought.

"This one doesn't work either.... So what should be done? ”

He paced with some distress, his expression solemn.

"Maybe ......"

Olivandra longed, and turned to look at Harry, looking at his hand, staring.

"Give me your hand."

Ollivander carefully compared Harry's hand and re-measured it.

"I see! I understand! ”

Suddenly realized, Ollivander clapped his hands happily, and then broke into the pile of shelves behind him.

In just half a minute, Ollivander ran back with two boxes, he swept away the other wand boxes on the counter, and opened them with great care.

Two identical flintlock pistols were placed together.

"It's a brother."

"Purple shirt wood, basilisk fangs, phoenix feathers and holly wood, basilisk fangs, phoenix feathers, these two wands are sisters, because the phoenix tail feathers that are the trigger core are from a female immortal bird, phoenix."

"And these two, ebony, white ivory, the tendon cord of the Maharaja's heart."

"What is the Maharaja?" Harry asked, confused.

"When you get to Hogwarts, you'll understand." Ollivander placed the twin guns in front of Harry.

Despite a little doubt, Harry put the thing aside and reached for the two identical flintlock pistols.

At the moment of contact, an unprecedented sense of affinity arose.

His twin guns glowed faintly at this moment, and then changed, the one in his right hand became a Glock 18, the one in his left hand became an M1911, his right hand was silver shining, and his left hand was black matte.

"Yes! That's it! ”

Ollivander clapped his hands, his eyes full of joy.

"You may not know that all wands today start out as a template, and although the appearance is different, the basic structure is almost the same, but if the wand chooses a wizard, and the wizard and it are a good fit, then the wand will change, and this change will occur more than once, and the wand will continue to evolve as the wizard becomes more proficient."

"It's like this."

Ollivander took out his wand, and the Smith & Wesson revolver he had just seen changed into a double-barreled flintlock pistol, then into a double-shot, starter-like pistol with two hammers that could hold two bullets at the same time, then the revolver he had just seen, and finally the Super Red Hawk Point 50 caliber sniper rifle with a long silencer, front grip and rear rest, and a high magnification scope.

"Under normal circumstances, wizards who have just gotten their wands will not let their wands change, but it will take a period of time to run in, this time may be months or years, and there are not too many people who can appear immediately at the moment of starting, there are about four or five out of a hundred, but you change two at a time, and they are two completely different ones, which I have never seen before."

"Congratulations, Harry." Ollivander said with a smile, his brow furrowed, and he was obviously happy, "Congratulations on getting the wand that works best for you!" ”

Ollivander applauded Harry, "From today, you have officially stepped into the wizarding world, and from now on, you are a wizard, and I hope you can make great achievements in the future." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." Harry nodded to Ollivander in thanks, "And how much do I have to pay?" For these two wands. ”

"I don't think so, Harry."

Ollivander shook his head, "It would be a great sin for a wandmaker to blow up that wand due to my mistake, but thankfully you're okay and managed to find your wand." ”

"I should thank you for bringing me so many surprises, even the unexpected accident was very inspiring to me, very inspiring."

"You don't have to pay, two wands don't matter to me, as long as they work well in your hand, that's the best thing for me."

"Take it." Ollivander also found a pair of dragon leather storage cases and helped Harry tie them around his waist, "It's a good fit, right?" ”

"Excellent, sir."

Harry spun his spears and put them away handsomely.

"Then remember to take good care of them, and maintaining the health of the wand is also beneficial for spellcasting."

Ollivander pulled out a two-finger-thick book and a box that resembled a medical kit, "I'll get you a backpack, you wait." ”

Harry's interest in wandology made Ollivanders have a good impression of him, he also sells these small things here, and it doesn't matter if he gives a copy, as the owner of Ollivander's wand shop, who monopolizes the whole of England and even occupies a third of the European wand market, he is not short of money at all.

In the end, Harry, who was carrying a black dragon leather backpack, was sent out the door by Ollivanders, and the two waved goodbye.