The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 160 Magic Wand
"What's wrong? Melda!" Hermione noticed Melda's frown and asked curiously.

"I was just wondering when the two of you will be discharged from the hospital!" Melda smiled and changed the subject.

"I don't know." Ron took another pack from the pile of snacks by the bed.

"My mom said it's at least a week away!"

"Huh?" Harry was a little reluctant to live anymore, after all, he didn't suffer any physical injuries.

"I don't want to be here anymore." Harry said anxiously, the Quidditch match was about to start in November.Gryffindor is still defending the title.

"After such a big incident, you still think about Quidditch!" Melda saw through Harry's little thoughts at a glance.

After all, she also lost a game in Gryffindor last semester because she was recuperating in the school hospital.

Her expression was pretty much the same then as it is now.

Speaking of it, it seems that both times have something to do with me.
I'm sorry!

Miss Evans.
"Professor McGonagall has canceled the Quidditch competition this semester, and the competition will not start until next semester."

"All take good care of your illness!"

Melda went on to say: "Anyway, you will live with Professor McGonagall when you go back now, and you are all alone. At least there is Ron here."

"Okay, you two can rest first, and Hermione and I will leave first."

"Okay!" Ron didn't care about that.

For him, people don't need it, it's just as long as the gift arrives.

Harry also nodded softly in response.

Finally Melda took Hermione out of the ward.

They weren't in a hurry to go back to Hogwarts, they haven't bought their wands yet!
In this way, the two passed the subway again and returned to Diagon Alley.

At this time, the sky had gradually dimmed. Fortunately, Ollivander's wand shop, a monopoly industry, was open 24 hours a day.Otherwise, buying a wand will have to come back tomorrow.

Ollivander's wand shop is really small and dilapidated. The gold lettering on the door has peeled off, and it reads: "Ollivander: Excellent wand making since 380 BC".

"welcome!"

The bell at the door rang almost simultaneously with Mr. Ollivander's voice.

A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a shop window.

Inside the shop, there was nothing but a bench in the corner.

Thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes containing wands were stacked floor to ceiling, with a thin layer of dust everywhere.

"We're going to buy a wand."

"Of course, could the person who came here be for other things?" Ollivander walked out of the complicated compartment slowly.

"Oh! Mr. Melda, Miss Hermione. What? Where are your wands?"

He knew almost everyone who had bought a wand from Ollivander.

But Melda felt that a large part of the reason was because there were only so many wizards in Britain.

Any customer who buys a wand must first measure the size of the arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference, etc., and then choose a wand based on these parameters.

However, it was not the first time for Melda and the others to come. As a second purchase, I believe that Ollivander, who has a good memory, does not need to re-measure.

"Accidentally, our wands are all damaged." Melda said directly.

Damage to wands is common.

There are even wealthy wizards who repurchase a wand every once in a while.

Perhaps they, like ordinary people, feel that the new is better than the old.

"Oh! Really? That's a pity." Ollivander's silver eyes showed suspicion.

But he didn't ask too much.

Turning around, he began to search among the various wand boxes.

"I still remember, Mister Melda's wand.

Plane tree (French plane tree), unicorn hair stick heart, thirteen and one-half.

A very special wand, the wand made of plane wood is willing to explore and eager to gain new experiences.If you keep doing mundane things, it loses its luster.

But this handsome wand has a quirk, that is, if you let them do something "boring",

They may catch fire.Many wizards and witches have used it again to conjure their own slipper once they've reached middle age and settled down,"

"Miss Hermione's wand, vine wood and dragon heartstring, eleven inches long. Perfect wand too."

As he spoke, Ollivander picked two out of a large number of boxes.

"Who comes first!"

"Hermione!" Melda gently pushed Hermione.

"Ladies first, then... try this grape vine wood, dragon heartstring twelve-heroic talent, which is almost the same as the one between you."

With that said, Ollivander slowly handed the wand to Hermione.

It really missed my previous wand.

Hermione gently took the same wand with grape leaf carvings from Ollivander's hand.

Then slowly chanted the mantra.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Something unexpected happened, as Hermione waved her wand slowly, the box in front of her slowly floated up.

It's just that the box floating in the air keeps turning upside down, which is very unstable.

"Strange, how could it be like this?"

Saying that, Ollivander quickly handed another wand to Melda.

"Sycamore (Sycamore), still unicorn wool, thirteen inches."

Melda, who was holding a wand, also cast a simple spell.

Exactly the same as Hermione's problem, Melda also felt a sense of blockage when using this similar wand before, and then he put down the wand again.

"Strange, really strange!" Ollivander frowned and sighed in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Generally, a wizard's second wand should be similar to the last. Unless."

"Unless what?" Hermione continued.

"Have you heard of the Patronus Charm?" Ollivander asked suddenly.

"I've heard that it seems to be a powerful spell that is extremely difficult to master."

"Yes, the Patronus Charm embodies one's own Patronus, everyone is different, rabbits, lions, seals, elk and so on.

Theoretically speaking, a person's patron saint will not change in his lifetime unless...
The Patronus will not change unless he has suffered a huge blow or a dramatic change in his relationship.

So is the wand"

"Only if the wizard undergoes a major transformation, the material of the wand corresponding to him will change."

Speaking of which, Mr. Ollivander frowned and stared at the two little wizards standing in front of him.

He really didn't know what huge setbacks these two children would suffer?

From the outside, they are no different from the first time they stepped here!

"Then, our wands."

"Oh! Don't worry about that." Mr. Ollivander turned around and went back to the rows of shelves.

"It will be suitable after the meeting."

After another short while, Mr. Ollivander brought back a large pile of wands again.Then handed them to Hermione in turn.

"Here, try this one. Holly, dragon's heart nerve, thirteen feet."

(End of this chapter)