A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Ollivander's wand shop has a weird atmosphere.

"Mr. Ollivander, you don't look quite right." Williamson's face gradually became serious.

"The last time I saw you, you were eccentric enough, but not so uncomfortable. In fact, I thought you were quite a warm-hearted old man, but now—"

He slowly pulled out his wand from the wand pocket of his scarlet robe: "Did you be cursed by someone?"

The air in the room condensed into a block, and Snape kept Univef and Endreich behind him.

"I'm fine, Williamson." Pointing at the wand, Ollivander seemed much more normal. He spread out his hands, indicating that there was no wand in his hands, and explained:

"I may be a little carried away, because my wand theory has a new breakthrough, which is extremely rare. And you are the first customers after my theoretical breakthrough."

"I may have been a little overexcited," he said.

"But I think I'd better make sure first, as you can see, I'm an Auror after all," Williamson said. "And, lately, I've always had a bad feeling that something is going to happen."

"Don't resist, it's just a harmless curse that stops immediately."

As he spoke, he waved his wand, and what followed was a quick and short spell that didn't give Ollivander a chance to react.

"FiniteIncantatem (all spells end)!"

I saw a little golden red star burst from the tip of the staff, turning into a wonderful halo and covering Ollivander, the shelves on both sides lit up, but quickly extinguished.

"As you can see, I'm not under any spell."

Ollivander didn't make any resistance. He stood there and said lightly: "Anyone will be very excited after a breakthrough, let alone what I have achieved is a very important breakthrough."

He continued: "Although it's just an idea at the moment, as long as that idea spins just a little bit in my head, all my nerves will tremble. That's a genius idea!"

Seeing that there was no reaction to the spell, Williamson was relieved and put down his wand. Here were his childhood memories, and he didn't want anything to happen.

But right away, he started to have a headache.

He was targeting the leading wand maker in Europe just now. If he was complained, it would be more than just writing a report.

This made him also lose interest in what Ollivander called "the idea of ​​genius."

"I'm very sorry," he said apologetically, "Mr. Ollivander, I hope you can forgive my recklessness."

"I seem to be a little nervous recently, and there are always some unfounded ideas in my mind, and I can't help but act accordingly." He rubbed his eyebrows, "Maybe after this busy time, I should go to St. Mungo's, Get a therapist to prescribe me a palliative."

"It doesn't matter." Ollivander waved his hand and said, "I remember that the wood of your wand is silver wool basswood. Maybe your idea is not completely unfounded."

"Oh, do you mean hunch?" Williamson laughed at himself, "Although I always have a hunch, it never seems to be accurate..."

He suddenly paused and said, "But not long ago, it seemed that it was really accurate once..."

They chatted again, and the scene that was about to explode gradually eased. Snape, who was standing by the side, finally got a little impatient and said, "I think it's time to do something serious, I hope it can be done soon. End this farce."

"This is no farce, Snape," Ollivander said solemnly, "but you're right, it's time to entertain my two little customers."

"Two little wizards, I hope you didn't scare you just now, but you must know that the wizard's world is always full of surprises, and only wands are trustworthy." He walked over and said.

He looked at Union, then looked at Indrahi, took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, and asked, "Speaking of which, who are you going to come first?"

"I'll go first," said Unieff.

If it was a normal situation, he probably didn't care about the front and back, but now a conflict has just broken out, and he felt that he should give it a try first.

Hindleich glanced at him and said nothing.

"A brave little wizard." Ollivander walked up to Unieff and asked, "Which hand do you usually use?"

"I can use both hands, but I usually use my right hand," said Unieff.

"Then right hand, raise your arm. All right." He began to measure, more carefully than Mrs. Malkin, and he also measured the circumference of his head.

"Why do you need to measure the head circumference? Does the wand have anything to do with this?" Yunef was more concerned about this.

"Some wands prefer smart wizards, although a big head does not necessarily mean smart, but based on my experience over the years, it seems to have a certain relationship." Ollivander said, "Of course, it is limited to normal humans, and some The racial skull has a small brain."

"What kind of wand would prefer a smart wizard?" Unieff asked.

"That's a long story, wands are made of wood and a core. We generally use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon heartstrings for the core, which determine the character of the wand. And the wood is diverse, they determine Wand preference," he said as he measured.

"Of course, this is not necessarily the case. After the two are combined, they will continue to influence each other and become unique."

"So, studying wands is a very mysterious thing, just like studying people and magic."

"As for what wands like smart wizards, black walnut generally prefers intuitive wizards, and vine wood prefers visionaries, and so on."

"Is this your new theory?" Eugene asked tentatively.

"The new theory goes a step further. I always say that the wand chooses the wizard, and that's true, and something that happened recently made me think more deeply about it," Ollivander said.

"What's up?"

"Then it's a long story..."

As he said this, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com left the tape measure to continue measuring, while he went to the shelves to rummage and took down some long boxes from the ladder.

He took a wand out of one of the boxes, handed it to Unieff, and said, "Grapevine wood, phoenix feather. Thirteen inches. Fair elasticity, try it—"

When Yunev received his hand, there was no response.

"Try this one, ebony, unicorn hair, nine inches long, pretty pliable."

When Unieff took it in his hand, there was no response.

"Picky customers, try this one again..."

I tried a few more, but nothing happened.

"It's not a matter of being picky anymore..." Ollivander raised his eyes and asked suspiciously, "You're actually a Muggle, right?"

"No, my magic power is very restrained." Yunefo explained, "The only time it appeared was the magic power explosion a few days ago."

"That was a pretty big outburst of magic," Williamson added. "It shook several London blocks and the fragile nerves of our ministers."

"Then I have never encountered such a thing." Ollivander thought for a while and asked, "Can you control your magic power output a little?"

Unieff blinked and asked innocently, "Then what should I do?"

"Like casting a spell," Ollivander suggested.

"But I don't know magic spells." Of course Yunev couldn't cast another repairing spell.

"..." Ollivander said nothing, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Perhaps you can learn a spell first and then come over." He thought for a while and said, "Just a simple spell, with the help of a brilliant teacher, can be learned in a day or two."

Unieff looked at Snape.