Chapter 6 The Difficult Wand Choice
Led by McGonagall, the two walked through Diagon Alley and soon arrived at their destination.
If Gringotts is the most luxurious building in Diagon Alley, then Ollivander's Wand Shop is definitely among the bottom three shabby shops in Diagon Alley.
The dust on the windows has condensed into scale, making it difficult to see what's going on inside the store, and a wooden sign hangs crookedly.
[Ollivander; started fighting in 382 BC. 】
Seeing the words on it, Wayne curled his lips in disbelief.
More than 300 BC, this land was not the territory of the Anglo-Saxons at that time, and even the Roman army had not invaded.
The concept of Britain didn't exist at that time, there were Celtic tribes everywhere, and he opened a hammer and wand shop.
However, as the only arms dealer in the UK.
Ollivander shouldn't need to do this to add depth to himself, right?
Seeing Wayne hesitate to move forward, McGonagall thought he was frightened by the Zhan Xiangfeng decoration style, so he stepped forward to push open the wooden door, and said comfortingly:
"Ollivander is just... a little more informal. His craft of making wands is definitely a master... Bang!"
Before McGonagall could finish his words, perhaps because he was slightly distracted by explaining to Wayne, he used a little more force, and the entire door of the wand shop was knocked down.
Large tracts of dust were flying, and even several pieces of dirt on the windows were shaken off and fell to the ground and turned into dust.
Wayne quickly put his schoolbag in front of him to avoid being disgraced.
"Professor, are you okay? Pfft! Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
When the dust settled a little, Wayne moved away and watched McGonagall's emerald green turn to light gray. He couldn't help but laugh.
[If you laugh at the professor in front of him, you will get +10 points. 】
Rub, dog system.
Am I mocking you?
Is this sympathy good or not?
Wayne cursed in his heart, and McGonagall's face was extremely gloomy. Fortunately, an old voice broke the awkwardness.
"Isn't the door posted to open the door more gently, why are you still... Minerva, it's you."
An old man with white hair and beard popped his head out from behind the shelf.
He scolded him at first, but when he saw that it was Professor McGonagall, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
The speed at which he can change his face is unparalleled.
"Garrick, your store really needs to be renovated."
McGonagall said with a dark face, but Ollivander just laughed it off and changed the subject.
"Minerva, you know, seeing you every summer is the happiest time for me. The appearance of you, Filius, or Pomona means that a wand will meet its master."
After saying that, he looked at Wayne with his deep blue pupils.
"Little wizard, can you tell me your name?"
"Wayne Lawrence." Wayne announced his name and calmly moved away from a shelf.
He just saw that one of the legs of this shelf was broken, and he didn't know when it would collapse.
"Ah, Mr. Lawrence, it's a rare surname. Are your ancestors Roman or French?"
"It's France, maybe, but I've been in England for many years."
The Laurence family is indeed an old-time aristocracy that followed William the Conqueror from Normandy, and the surname Laurence is more common in French.
"It seems your ancestors made the right choice, not even the French dogs will go."
While Ollivander was chatting with Wayne, the measuring tape automatically flew to the little wizard.
What made Wayne's mouth twitch a little was that the conflict between Britain and France had even spread to the wizarding world, and they would take every opportunity to humiliate him.
It's outrageous.
"What's your dominant hand?"
"Left hand."
"Okay, let's try this."
After looking at the scale on the ruler, Ollivander disappeared not long before he came back with a large stack of wooden boxes.
"Child, you must remember that it is the wand that chooses its master. Only when the wizard and the wand have a wonderful reaction can he unleash all his talents."
"Let's try it first. Some little wizards are very picky, such as the original Minerva..."
Professor McGonagall's helpless voice sounded: "Fir wood, nine inches, with dragon heartstring as the core, suitable for performing transformation techniques."
"Garrick, you always talk about it every time you see me."
"Forgive an old man for having to remember things this way." Ollivander smiled and handed Wayne a wand.
With it in hand, Wayne really wanted to cum.
Then he followed his heart.
boom!
A ball of white light erupted from the tip of the wand towards the roof, directly poking a large hole.
His ancestral home was destroyed. Not only was Ollivander not angry, but his face was filled with joy.
"Amazing, amazing."
"This wand is not worthy of your future achievements, Mr. Lawrence. Although cedar wood is suitable for smart people, it is too gentle after all. How about giving this a try."
“Dragon Heartstrings and Yew.”
The wand in his hand was snatched away, and another one was immediately inserted. This time, a blazing ball of fire came out.
Wayne frowned.
He didn't like the uncontrolled display of magic power. The next second, the fireball dissipated out of thin air.
Bang bang bang!
Ollivander was even more happy, "Mr. Lawrence, your talent is really visible to the naked eye. Very few little wizards can control their own magic when they first come into contact with the wand."
"But I beg you not to do this. Just let nature take its course and find the most suitable wand."
Wayne had no choice but to nod, indicating that he would no longer interfere.
At this time, even Professor McGonagall showed a smile.
It seems that Hogwarts has welcomed another little genius, and it would be great if he could be assigned to a Gryffindor.
You know, Slytherin has won six consecutive Academy Cups, which has made her worried for a long time.
The boxes on the table were opened one by one, and Wayne also tried various matching wands.
From fir to walnut, from dragon heartstrings to thestral feathers.
Ollivander has completely entered the state and keeps mumbling words.
He enjoys such picky customers.
The more picky you are, the more it proves that the wizard is unusual.
In the wizarding world, following the herd can only make you lose everyone. Only wizards with distinctive characteristics and personalities can reach the top.
By the time Wayne is successful and famous, he will still have dignity when it comes to bringing up the wand.
His grandfather had lied about selling the wand to Dumbledore for decades, and had successfully suppressed the other two wand-making families.
Ollivander also wants to have such a day.
By then, the three major wand-making families will no longer exist. When people mention wands, people will only think of Ollivander!
This trial took half an hour and nearly a hundred wands.
Wayne was very calm.
What's wrong with the special point of the time traveler? Isn't it just trying a few more wands?
"Then, let's try this." Ollivander took out another box.
"Handwood, unicorn feather, eleven and one-half inches."
Wayne took the wand indifferently, and the next second, a feeling of happiness came over him.