Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 8 Ollivander: Watch Your Wand!
"Ding ding ding dong..."

The bell rang and Voldemort entered a small, shabby shop.What catches the eye are thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes stacked almost to the ceiling.

"Crash..."

The slide ladder appeared from one side, and the old man standing on it was Mr. Ollivander, the owner of the shop.

"Quirrell?"

Somewhat surprised, he jumped off the ladder and walked towards Voldemort, "It's great to see you again, you shouldn't have gone to the Black Forest, it's too dangerous."

Voldemort nodded approvingly, and said, "If you had persuaded me earlier, I would have given up, especially after that incident."

"What's the matter?"

Ollivander asked suspiciously, and then saw the alder wand that Voldemort took out, and a look of horror appeared in his very light-colored eyes, "My God, what happened to him?"

Ollivander, who snatched the wand, put his eyes almost on the wand, and murmured, "He's dead...God, what happened to him?...I seem to hear his desperate wailing..."

"It's black magic."

Voldemort said softly, "I was blood-cursed by a vampire, and while she was chasing me, I couldn't..."

His face shows sadness, thanks to Quirrell's acting lessons, and he has learned a lot.

"Oh boy, it's going to be all right, you're going to be all right..."

Ollivander's gaze, finally away from the alder wand, looked at Voldemort.

"This is a kind elder." Voldemort thought to himself.

"You need a new wand. Believe me, it is difficult for a wizard who is good at using black magic to be recognized by unicorn tail hair." Ollivander said, wiping the fingerprints on the alder wand.

"I think so too, but it has a special meaning to me, you know, it's my first wand, and it's been with me throughout my Hogwarts studies, so..."

Voldemort's gaze fell on the alder wand, affectionately.

"You want to change the core?"

Ollivander said, shaking his head vigorously, "That's too difficult, every wand is unique, and the wand after replacing the core may not be suitable for you anymore."

"I have the same consideration." Voldemort said his thoughts, "So, I want a new wand, and I want to repair this old wand at the same time. You know, even if it is not so easy, I still want to keep it. around."

"Only a weak-hearted person would have thoughts like yours."

Ollivander nodded, and looked at Quirrell with a more friendly gaze, "You are a kind child."

Voldemort gave an appropriate shameful smile, while pursing his lips, refusing to answer the question.

"Well, first let us choose a new wand for you. A wizard cannot live without a wand."

Ollivander said excitedly, carefully put the alder wand in the cardboard box aside, and began to choose a new wand for him.

"Ten and a quarter inches long, made of alder, makes a fine wand for magic, try..."

As soon as the wand was handed to Voldemort, it was snatched back by Ollivander.

"Maybe alder doesn't suit you anymore. Try something else, beech and snakeskin. Nine inches long, soft... and not..."

"Maple, phoenix feather. Seven inches long. Resilient... picky customer, let me see..."

I tried a lot, but never found the right one.

In fact, Voldemort was not surprised by this. Before coming here, he had guessed that the mismatch between body and soul would inevitably cause trouble in choosing a wand.

Tried frequently, and didn't stop until a wand was delivered to him.

"Holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches, good flexibility..."

Voldemort hesitated...

Picking it up, it might be suitable, after all, this magic wand is used for my Horcrux.

But the core of this magic wand is very special, if the old bee notices it...

"Any yew ones?"

Voldemort, who refused to accept the wand, said, "Going to the Black Forest and using black magic is like rebirth to me. If it is a yew tree, I think..."

"Very good idea."

Ollivander yelled, "The loyalty of the yew is also your characteristic—not giving up the alder wand has already shown your excellent qualities in this regard."

As he spoke, he returned to the counter with his holly wand in hand, rummaged around and took out a new wand.

"Ten and one-half inches, with phoenix feathers, after a long time of use, you can... oh, she rejected you, although I don't know the reason..."

"Then, try again with the unicorn tail hair, maybe... it won't work..."

"If it's the nerve of a dragon, I remember I tried it once, but the combination of a powerful wand and a powerful wand core may not be the best choice..."

Ollivander murmured to himself, rummaging through the cartons, and finally found a dusty carton in an inconspicuous corner.

"Thirteen and a half inches long, yew wood, dragon's heart nerve core, very powerful, but full of personality, it is difficult to tame him, maybe..."

Before Ollivander finished speaking, Voldemort, who took the wand, felt the magic power surge in his body.

At the same time, a fire dragon rose from the wand and revolved around it.

"He chose you."

Ollivander said in surprise, but then he warned cautiously, "Be careful with your wand, a combination of strong and strong may not be the best choice, at least it has never been like this in wands."

"What properties does it have?"

Feeling the smooth wand in his hand, Voldemort asked, "I mean, what do you think will happen when the yew wood and the dragon's nerves work together?"

"Both materials are strong, but I must say that the idea that people who use yew wands are more susceptible to the dark arts is a complete fallacy."

Ollivander said seriously, "The biggest function of the yew wand is to protect. Just look at the wizards buried with the yew wand. The wand will turn into a yew tree to guard their master's cemetery until they die. "

Voldemort nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with Ollivander's words.

"But the dragon's heart and nerves are completely different. Without prejudice, this is a kind of stick core that is difficult to deal with. He can cast powerful magic, but he has a soft spot for black magic and the strong."

After Ollivander finished speaking, he approached Voldemort and said softly, "Be careful of his betrayal, especially when facing powerful dark wizards, they will habitually obey the strong."

Voldemort nodded, but he was thinking about which other dark wizards were stronger than himself.

"Next, try a different alder wand core, you'll always want to choose a core to repair your old wand."

As Ollivander said, he took out several alder wands with different cores.

Voldemort abdicated, Quirrell took control of the body, and soon chose the phoenix feather—it seemed that Quirrell had really changed, at least the unicorn tail hair could no longer fit his soul.

When everything was over, it was completely dark, but Voldemort's trip to Diagon Alley was still not over.

Saying goodbye to Ollivander, he walked forward along the winding street until a dark path appeared on the opposite side of the street before stopping.

There, it was the last destination of his trip - Knockturn Alley.

　There is no recommendation ticket... Is it really a stand-alone machine?
　　


(End of this chapter)