Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Raise your arms, okay." He measured Harry, first from shoulder to finger, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head circumference. As he measured it, he said: "Every Ollivander wand has super magical substances, and this is its essence, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragons. Nerves, etc. Every Ollivander’s wand is unique, because there are no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes that are exactly the same. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, you will never It has such a good effect."

When the distance between the two nostrils was measured, Harry realized that the tape measure was operating automatically, and other people had noticed it when they were looking at it. Mr. Ollivander was moving between the shelves, busy selecting some long boxes and moving them down.

"Okay." He said, the tape slid down to the ground and rolled into a ball. "Then, Mr. Potter, try this one. It is made of beech wood and snake nerve. It is nine inches long. It is not bad and very flexible. You can try it. test."

Harry took the wand, and as soon as he waved it, Mr. Ollivander immediately snatched the wand out of his hand. "Maple, phoenix feather, seven inches long, good elasticity, try it..." Harry was about to try, but before he could raise it, the wand was snatched by Mr. Ollivander again. "No, no—try this one, made of ebony wood and unicorn hair. It is eight and a half inches long and very flexible. Come on, come on, try this one."

Harry tried one after another. Everyone stared at Harry. Everyone—except Hagrid, didn't understand what Mr. Ollivander thought was appropriate. The wands I tried are all stacked on the bench, and the stacks get higher and higher. But the more wands Mr. Ollivander drew from the shelf, the happier he seemed.

"A picky customer, huh? It doesn't matter, I think, here is always the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable for you-let me think about it,-oh, there is it, how could it not-extraordinary The combination of holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. Not bad and flexible."

Ona heard this, his eyes gleamed, this familiar formula...

Sure enough, Harry took the wand and felt his fingertips hot. He raised the wand over his head and swiped down the dusty air with a swish. There was a red light on the wand like a firework. Shot, the beating spot was cast on the four walls. Hagrid clapped his hands and cheered, and the three of Ona were enthusiastic and eager to try. Mr. Ollivander yelled: "Oh, great, oh, really, great. Oops, oops, oops, it's amazing, it's amazing!"

He put Harry's wand into a long box, wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying: "Wonderful, wonderful!"

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "What makes you wonder?"

Mr. Ollivander stared at Harry: "I remember every wand I sold, Mr. Potter. That's it, the two tail feathers of the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other. Made another wand. You are destined to use this wand, and its brother—cough, it was his brother who left that scar on you."

Everyone present took a deep breath.

"Yes, thirteen inches long, yew wood, how could such a thing happen? It's amazing. Remember, it's the magic wand that chooses the wizard! I think you will do a great job, Mr. Potter. No matter what. In any case, the mysterious person whose name I can't mention did a great thing—even though it was terrible, it was still a great thing."

Harry paid seven gallons for the wand. Then it was Hermione's turn, and it seemed to be much faster, "Oh, very good, grapevine wood, dragon's heart tendon cord, ten and three-quarters inches long, very tough!"

Glory's wand is also very special. "It's amazing, rowan tree, mermaid hair, ten and a half inches, a little soft, but good elasticity."

In the end, only Ona was left.

As usual, I measured Ona's body data, "Wow, perfect body proportion." Ollivander looked at him with interest, "The perfect golden ratio may be the most picky customer. "

Like Harry, Ona tried a lot of wands, but none of Ollivander was satisfied. Finally Ona spoke: "Can I try the one in the window?"

Ollivander stopped looking, he glanced at Ona in surprise: "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Ona believed his feelings.

"It's amazing." Ollivander looked at Ona. He had black hair and a little gold in his black pupils. His facial features combined the advantages of the East and the West. Mixed-races have always looked better. "Why choose it?"

"From the first glance I saw him, I felt that there was a destiny." Ona said honestly.

"The magic wand chooses the wizard!" Ollivander muttered, went to the window and took out the magic wand. "This wand was left by our ancestors, long, long ago. What material is it? I don't know." Ollivander held the wand in his hand, Ona glanced at it. The wand is about twelve inches long. Very inconspicuous, maybe it has been in the sun for a long time? There are traces of burnt black, but it is not good, maybe it was roasted by fire?

"What is the core of the wand, I don't know." Ollivander said apologetically. "Only this wand is as old as this shop. It hasn't had a suitable owner for more than two thousand years. It's very rough. Really, but I dare not—no one dared to modify it except the person who made it."

Ona looked at the magic wand with a stronger hunch in his heart.

"It's really interesting." Seeing the longing in Ona's eyes, Ollivander felt that the wand in his hand seemed to fade away from silence, trembling faintly. He took a deep breath and saw that everyone else had gone out early because of the impatience of waiting. Now I don’t know where they went. Only two of them were left. Ollivander had a foreboding that something special would happen. I couldn't help but tremble—for a master who is good at making magic wands, it is simply unthinkable.

"Try it." Ollivander said solemnly, and handed Ona his wand.

Ona’s right hand just touched the wand, suddenly a series of system prompts sounded, but he didn’t have time to pay attention to it. The needle, the fingertips hurt, and a drop of blood came out and was absorbed by the wand. Then the temperature of the wand suddenly dropped and became warm. He grasped the wand and involuntarily raised it over his head!

Seeing countless glimmers converging from all corners, Ollivander's eyes widened, staring at the illuminated shop in shock.

Ona felt something—this should be the Xuanweizi! Then he waved down subconsciously, and five fireballs popped out instantly. Ollivander was startled, and Ona's eyelids jumped. How much would he have to lose if he ruined those wands? !