Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 331 Magic Wand
"The Daily Prophet reported that Ollivander was captured by the Death Eaters and has since disappeared."

Nymphadora Tonks noticed that the footsteps behind her disappeared quietly, turned around and saw that Gao Feng had already stepped into Ollivander's wand shop, and hurriedly followed.

She carefully scanned around the store, but there was no sign of any wizard. Obviously, the idea just now was completely wrong, and Gao Feng didn't take the opportunity to meet anyone.

"I'm not interested in whether Ollivander is missing or not. In fact, I only saw him once in my memory, and then he was included in the 'not allowed to enter the store' list."

"Oh! I'm still curious, Van Gogh, what made Ollivander make such a decision?"

Nymphadora Tonks looked at Gao Feng with shining eyes and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Gao Feng only glanced at her sideways, but did not answer. He scanned the empty and charred shop, which was completely different from the scene in his memory where the long wand boxes were piled almost to the top of the ceiling.

Finding that there was really nothing to see here, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Although he is very interested in those magical spells and wands that are said to have self-will, and even has such a childhood fantasy, Dumbledore's judgment is not wrong, and he is destined not to be involved with these.

However, just as he was about to leave, his footsteps stopped suddenly. He lowered his head slightly, rubbed the soles of his feet when he stepped out, then retreated and squatted down, and squeezed out an arm-length stick from the scorched ashes. A small stick made of black and bright material.

"Is this... a wand?"

Nymphadora Tonks raised her eyebrows slightly and stared at the thing in Gao Feng's hand. It was obvious that this small stick was a wand produced by Ollivander.

Gently rubbing the wand with his fingers, he lifted it up and put it in front of his eyes. He saw that it was a delicate, shiny black wand, faintly exuding a warm breath, as if touching the belly of a dog.

"Tonks, aren't you curious what I did to get Ollivander expelled from the store and never allowed to set foot again?"

As Gao Feng said so, he raised his arm suddenly, and pointed the tip of the wand in his hand at Nymphadora Tonks.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Tonks was startled for a moment, then took two steps back immediately, drew out his wand and stared at Gao Feng defensively.

At this moment, her demeanor instantly turned into an aggressive and sharp one, which made Gao Feng feel a little better about this cheerful and lively girl. Move away and stop pointing at her.

Nymphadora Tonks also woke up a little. Although she was cautious and decisive, she was obviously shocked by the unexpected situation and even ignored the fact that Gao Feng could not use the wand.

"So, because you can't use a wand, Ollivander expelled and banned you from coming here again?"

She put away the wand in her hand, covered up her embarrassment with words, and made random guesses.

Gao Feng didn't answer, but moved his feet a little bit, the wand in his hand suddenly pointed out the damaged and burnt window, and his wrist snapped.

Bang! ~
The tip of the wand lit up with a dark, ink-like light, and then suddenly exploded without warning. The explosion was very loud, like a thunderbolt, and suddenly exploded.

The delicate and slender wand has been turned into ashes, and the dark flames are slowly extinguished in his hand. They are the remnants of the divine power of death. They are harmful to other people's living beings, but to him, they are strange things that can be easily extinguished. spark.

call! ~
The five fingers of the palm were clenched, and the power of death turned into embers and dissipated in the palm. Gao Feng turned to look at Nymphadora Tonks with a dull and shocked expression on his face.

"Ollivander believes that the wand has its own will and can choose the wizard to match it. Therefore, the wand is not only a tool to release magic spells, but also an extension of the wizard's body and an irreplaceable part."

Gao Feng said this with a calm face, shrugged his shoulders, and said nonchalantly: "Obviously, Ollivander thinks that I am not worthy of his 'prosthetic'. Fortunately, I don't need it either."

Nymphadora Tonks looked into Gao Feng's eyes, and vaguely caught a little loss from them.

"I'm very sorry."

she said in a low voice.

Gao Feng shook his head, before he could speak, he suddenly turned his head to look outside Ollivander's wand shop, and a burst of clear footsteps entered his keen ears.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Nymphadora Tonks noticed Gao Feng's strangeness and leaned over to ask casually.

At this moment, a group of wizards and wizards with the emblem of the Ministry of Magic Striker on their robes gathered. The leader held a wand and pointed to the wand shop.

"Who? What are you doing here?!"

The scolding words came out of his mouth, and the incantation of 'loud voice' was vaguely used.

Gao Feng did not speak, but took two steps forward, and his figure gradually emerged from the shadows in the wand shop.

"Ah! It's the bloody butcher!"

When the leader of the striker saw Gao Feng's cold and handsome face, he was so startled that he subconsciously took a step back. The tip of the wand in his hand glowed crimson, and he almost cast a 'faint' curse.

"I don't like this title, I never liked it."

Gao Feng frowned slightly, and said in a low and dissatisfied voice.

The striker, who was stared at by these cold eyes, swallowed his saliva, lowered his head hurriedly, touched his chest and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Van Gogh, I was too excited to speak indiscriminately."

"In this case, sir, maybe you should find a relatively comfortable place to relieve some of your excitement."

Gao Feng raised his chin slightly, his eyes swept across these beaters lightly and casually.

In the Ministry of Magic, strikers are armed forces other than Aurors, but compared to the Aurors who fight against dark wizards, the selection of strikers is far less rigorous than the selection of Aurors, at least, since [-] However, the Auror office had no new members for three consecutive years, but there was never a shortage of strikers.

Most of the batter's work is on the front line. This so-called "front line" refers to the wizard who casts magic, and then causes a very bad situation, and it is far from the level of the dark wizard. Most of the situations are even caused by spellcasting errors. As a result, it is this kind of wizard that the thugs need to catch, and often even make a cameo as a mop-up worker.

To put it simply, to be an Auror one needs to be at least 'excellent+', but to be a hitter needs 'good' and that's enough.

"Sorry to disturb your work, Mr. Van Gogh, we will evacuate immediately."

The leading striker was very self-aware, said so immediately, turned around and led the strikers out of here.

"Okay, Miss Tonks, let's go to Lihen Bookstore, and then go back to the bar to rest."

Gao Feng withdrew his gaze, said something to Nymphadora Tonks, and walked out of the wand shop first.

(End of this chapter)