The Ollivanders wand shop is cramped, cramped, and dilapidated, and almost all of the space here is occupied by wand boxes.

Harry even thought that the pillars supporting the storefront were wand boxes.

If the wands sell out someday, the store's house will collapse.

"Clean it up." Professor McGonagall had just bought one foot into the store, and before she could hit the ground, she frowned and waved her wand.

The breeze cleaned up the dust in the store, and even the floor tiles were black and shiny.

"Your arrival is a very elegant spell."

The old voice sounded from behind the wand box pillar, like turning the pages of a history book, light and fluttering, seemingly powerless, but there seemed to be a heavy strength hidden inside.

"I smell the scent of green shirt wood and dragon heartstrings." The owner, Garrick Ollivander, has silver eyes.

As long as you see him, you will consciously ignore his old face and messy white hair.

The eyes were like a pair of morning stars in the dimly lit wand shop, even brighter than real stars.

"Nine inches, it's you, Minerva." Garrick smiled slightly, "If only you could use Transfiguration." ”

"It should be looking forward to it." He gestured to Professor McGonagall's wand and said with a doting look on his face.

"Long time no see, Mr. Garrick." Professor McGonagall brought Harry to her, "I'm taking my students to pick up wands this time. ”

"At a glance, Minerva. Ollivanders can always be trusted. Garrick crossed a distance of five meters in just a few steps.

Agile like a seasoned athlete, not an old man who looks like he's about to sink into the ground.

Harry's eyes flashed, his muscles relaxed, and Garrick used a tape measure to measure his arm length, height, and head circumference.

Ten breaths later, Garrick took two steps back and looked at Harry in disbelief.

He had just accidentally touched the scar on Harry's forehead.

The lines of lightning were like lightning, and he, the master of the staff, would never feel wrong.

"May I take the liberty of asking, what is this gentleman's full name?"

"Harry Potter." Harry spoke, his voice as if a bomb had been dropped throughout the store, and all the wand boxes vibrating.

"Incredible, incredible!" Garrick looked up at the vibrating wand, his eyes full of shock and excitement.

"You're the boy who didn't die! No, no, no, I still like the title of savior. ”

He kept walking around the store, pounding his right hand on his chest and making a 'thump' sound.

"Mr. Potter, Ollivander will definitely choose the best wand for you, definitely!" Garrick suddenly screamed, scaring the Dursleys.

They looked nervously at the door of the store and made a defensive posture, for fear that the door of the store would suddenly grow hands and feet and attack them fiercely.

"Whew-" Garrick exhaled deeply, and after a while, his expression was normal, "Sorry to disturb you." ”

"Let's get started, then, and let me think about which wand to start with."

As soon as Garrick finished speaking, he suddenly reached out to cover his head, and his body rushed to the side as if he was drunk.

Whoa......

He smashed a 'pillar' of wand boxes, burying him in a large pile, revealing only half of his face.

"Oh my God, oh my God, you naughty kids." Garrick's eyes were struggling to open, but everything was still blurry in his vision.

"I'll give you a fair chance, you have to trust me."

"Don't believe it, oh, it hurts my heart so much......"

Harry looked at Garrick Ollivanders, who kept talking to himself, and whispered to McGonagall, "Teacher, has this gentleman always been like this?" ”

Whether it is in the movie or in the text of the original book, although this master staff maker speaks a little nervously, he will never be as crazy as he is now.

"I don't know." McGonagall froze.

She didn't expect that the old gentleman would now be like Terry Launey, who taught divination, and almost made a prophecy with white eyes.

"Okay, okay, you guys hurry up and discuss, don't make people wait for a long time."

Garrick suddenly became a strict father, but he didn't have the responsibility of a father when he spoke.

"If people leave in a hurry, you won't find a partner!"

Harry:......

After a while, Garrick picked out three boxes from the wand box stack and walked over.

"Try this first, oak, dragon heartstrings, thirteen inches. Masculine, strong, energetic. ”

He took out an unpretentious wand and handed it to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, you need to restrain your emotions, it may not be so good-tempered."

Rumble!

Harry picked up his wand, and as soon as he channeled his magic, a raging fire poured out of the tip of the wand and almost burned the Dursleys.

"Quiet!" Harry frowned and snorted.

His own magic is like a chain, binding the restless wand.

The fire turned into a docile cat in the blink of an eye, circling around Harry's side.

"Perfect level of control, Mr. Potter. Try this one again! ”

Garrick quickly changed Harry with a slender wand.

"Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, eleven inches, well, symbolize death and rebirth, uphold justice, and resist evil."

The flame cat squealed in dissatisfaction and dissipated.

A cloud of clear water flowed from Harry's new wand and landed on the ground with a click, lying quietly at his feet.

"Oh, you've got to take the initiative, kid." Garrick said to the water mass, and then said:

"This phoenix tail feather is from the same phoenix as the wand heart of the mysterious man."

"I didn't expect it to be so docile in your hands, it wasn't like that in that person's hands."

"Try this one again!"

"Birch, dragon's heartstring, thirteen inches. Divine and elegant, powerful and precise, indescribable beauty, a masterpiece that I cannot replicate! ”

Garrick was like a gambler on his own, urging Harry to use his magic with an anxious face.

As he held his ordinary wand, a different feeling came over him.

It's like when I used my heart energy for the first time, it was like the familiarity of reuniting after a long absence.

The magic flickered, and invisible fluctuations were born from the tip of the wand.

Even the Dursleys seemed to feel this power and subconsciously looked up.

The interior of the Ollivander store is full of starlight, and everyone is wrapped in small bright stars, as if they have arrived in the quiet night sky in an instant.

Garrick's lips trembled, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

Silence is better than sound at this point.

Everyone knew that this wand was the perfect match for Harry.

Harry withdrew his magic, and everyone present still had a look of unfinished meaning on their faces.

His mood is not calm, in addition to having his own wand, there is-

[Wand unnamed: Birch, Dragon's Heartstring, Thirteen inches, effect unknown.] Redemption required: 6000 points. 】

[Wand unnamed: holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, eleven inches, effect unknown.] Redemption required: 5000 points. 】

[Wand unnamed: Oak, Dragon's Heartstring, Thirteen inches, effect unknown.] Redemption required: 4000 points. 】

Harry glanced around, and thousands of wands seemed to be telling him:

I want to have a home.

"Mr. Ollivanders, can I learn how to make a staff from you?" Harry humbly asked.

Garrick Ollivanders: ?

Mcgonagall:?

……

After leaving the wand shop, Harry dismissed the idea of robbing the wand shop.

After that, he bought two more scented wizard student robes, and walked around with the Dursleys, before saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall.

Harry had to go home to prepare a new meal, and then he was going to start Deep Learning mode.

For the next few months, he didn't want to be beaten by Hermione's ability to learn.

Russell in the one-man world was exchanged for a discarded wand that Harry had acquired.

He carefully sensed the inside of the wand, although the unicorn hair, dragon heart nerve, and phoenix tail feathers were not inside, their strange vitality was still there.

Not only that, but the wood of the wand itself also has an inexplicable innate Qi circulation.

Russell temporarily put down the refining work in his hand and concentrated on holding his wand and feeling it.

Compared with the high-level refining weapon and the intermediate refining weapon, he believes that the difference is in spirituality.

Advanced refiners should have more potential and more changing qualities.

Although Tang Men did not have the experience of high-level refining, the magic wand gave him a way forward.

It won't be long before he can break through the realm of refining.

Done, go into working mode again tomorrow.

(End of chapter)