Hogwarts Gymnastics Professor

Chapter 26 Neville's New Wand
If you are always busy, especially busy with what you think is meaningful, time will pass quickly for you.

A week passed when Lockhart was preparing lessons every day, giving special training to Neville, writing and communicating with Pavlovsky, thinking about how to deal with Riddle's diary next time, and thinking about how to save this magical world. .

During the special training for Neville, in addition to teaching him physical combat, Lockhart would occasionally instruct Neville to release magic spells. During the process, he found that Neville's wand did not fit him very well.

After detailed questioning, Neville explained the reason.

This is Neville's father's wand. Neville's grandmother let Neville inherit his father's wand in order to let Neville always remember his parents' heroic and righteous deeds and inherit his father's bravery and sense of justice.

Lockhart couldn't comment on the rationality of this matter, but if he only looked at it from the perspective of a spellcaster, everyone has their own most suitable wand, and using an inappropriate wand will obviously make it difficult to cast the spell .

Perhaps this is also an important factor that caused Neville's poor performance in casting spells.

So, as Neville's mentor, Lockhart felt obligated to help Neville choose a more suitable wand, which would also help him complete the task with victory in Saturday's duel with Malfoy.

On Friday afternoon, after the last class, Lockhart obtained Professor McGonagall's permission and brought Neville to Diagon Alley to pick out a wand that was more suitable for Neville.

Before setting off, Lockhart took Neville to eat. Recently, due to practicing gymnastics, he asked Neville to eat as much as possible.

In the end, he and Neville each ate three big bowls of rice with crispy roast duck, braised pork knuckle, cold beef, and steamed sea bass. After eating, they went to the Floo site in Diagon Alley by the fireplace.

Lockhart led Neville to Ollivander's wand shop in Diagon Alley according to his memory.

The shop is small and dilapidated, the gold lettering on the door has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 382 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

Perhaps it was unexpected that someone would come to the door at this time. The door of the store was not open, but the lights inside were on, and an old wizard could be seen playing with a magic wand through the window.

Lockhart walked to the door and knocked on it. It took a long time for the wizard inside to come out and open the door. Lockhart noticed that he was still holding an unfinished wand in his hand.

"Good evening!" came a soft voice.Lockhart and Neville also returned their greetings.

"While it's not business hours, I think any wand is yearning to be reunited with its owner, and I never want to stand in their way."

An old man stood before them, his big pale eyes like two shining moons in the dark shop, it was Ollivander.

"Thank you very much for your enthusiasm. Sure enough, only with this kind of love for wands can you become a leading wand master." Lockhart took Ollivander's words.

"Thank you for being willing to open the door for us at night." Neville on the side thanked him somewhat stiffly, and then he took out his wand.

"The stick body of ash wood can only be controlled by the most determined and brave wizards. The heart nerve of the fire dragon is used as the core of the stick, which is very suitable for using powerful magic, and it is also very unstable. Only powerful wizards can control it.

"This wand originally belonged to Frank Longbottom."

"Yes, he is my father, and I have inherited his wand," Neville continued.

"Son, I don't know what happened to your father. I haven't heard from You-Know-Who since he was defeated, but I believe that judging from his wand, he must be a man fighting for justice." Fighting warrior."

"Thank you, I'm proud of my father, but..." Neville was interrupted by Ollivander in the middle of his sentence.

"But you don't think this wand is easy to use, right? Don't worry, kid, it doesn't mean you don't respect your father. Different people are suitable for different wands. This is the most basic rule." The old man Levande gave Neville intimate comfort and explanation.

"Thank you!" Neville thanked again. Since he came to Ollivander's wand shop, he has said this word the most.

"Okay, Mr. Neville, come on. Let me see." He took out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket. "Do you use your right hand to use your wand?"

"Oh - oh, yes," Neville replied.

"Put your arms up. Good."

He measured Neville, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head.

As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a super-magical substance, and that's the essence of it, Mr. Neville. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon's." heart nerves.

"Each Ollivander wand is unique as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are the same. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, it will never be as good. effect."

When the distance between the two nostrils is measured, the tape measure starts to operate automatically.Mr. Ollivander was walking among the racks, picking out some long boxes to carry down.

"There," he said, and the tape slid to the ground and rolled up. "Then, Mr. Neville, try this one. Made of applewood and dragon's heart nerve. Eight inches long. Not bad, very strong. You wave Give it a try."

Neville took the wand, and with one wave, Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand out of his hand.

"Maple, Norwegian Spinosaurus heart nerve. Seven inches long. Good flexibility, try—"

But as soon as Neville tried it, Mr. Ollivander snatched his wand before he could lift it up.

"No, no—try this one, made of ebony and unicorn hair. Eight and a half inches long. Very springy. Come, come, try this one."

Neville tried one after another.He felt that he was a little too picky, and he was a little sorry.But the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to be.

Ollivander's delight did not last long, for he found that Neville had tried almost every type of wand in his shop.

"Mr. Neville, can you describe how you feel when you're waving these wands?" Ollivander asked.

"I don't have any feelings. If I have to say anything, I think they are too light." Neville hesitated for a while to express his feelings.

"It's too light...too light..." Ollivander kept talking to himself about Neville's description, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said, "Come with me."

Lockhart felt a little strange, this time the Ollivanders did not bring up their wands as before, but let them follow.

But he followed Ollivander to the last shelf with Neville. Ollivander struggled to drag out a box from under the shelf, but Neville stepped forward to help him.

"Thank you, young man, I am old indeed. Now open this box, and there is the wand you want inside."

Neville opened the big box in the ground, and Lockhart was shocked.

"The body is the trunk of an iron birch tree, and the core is the canine tooth of a full-grown dragon. It is eleven feet long and hard. It is suitable for the bravest wizards!"

Along with Ollivander's introduction, Lockhart saw what he swore was the strangest wand in the wizarding world.

It is more than three meters long and has a thin bowl mouth. A sharp fang is inserted from its end, and a head leaks from the tip. It is more like a spear than a wand.

"My grandfather once got the trunk of an iron birch tree. Common tools could not split such a hard wood, so he wanted to use a dragon's canine to insert it through the middle to split the wood.

"I didn't expect that not only did the iron birch tree fail to be split, but the dragon's teeth got stuck in it, but my grandfather unexpectedly discovered that the trunk of this iron birch tree has excellent magic conductivity.

"That meant it became a wand, which was a bit odd, but my grandfather didn't think any wand should be broken, they were all waiting for their master, so they kept it.

"Mr. Longbottom, try this wand."

Neville obediently picked up the wand from the ground, but didn't feel any difficulty.Holding the spear-like wand with both hands, he swung it vigorously, only to see a red light, and the huge wand smashed the shelf beside him to pieces.

Just as Neville was about to apologize, he saw Mr. Ollivander yelling, "Oh, that's great, oh, really, that's great. Oops, oops, oops...it's amazing...it's amazing ..."

He looked at the wand in Neville's hand, and kept saying, "Wonderful... Wonderful..."

Neville didn't ask Mr. Ollivander why it was weird, and neither did Lockhart, it was so obvious, it was like eating the Bulgaria seeds and eating the Brilliant Corner into the Mickey Mouse Wonderful House-it was so wonderful.

Ollivander wanted to put this wand in a beautifully wrapped box like the other wands he sold, and hand it to the little wizard, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

In the end, it was Lockhart who took out another pocket with the Untraceable Spreading Charm from his pocket for the Untraceable Spreading Charm, and put this special wand in it.

Lockhart wanted to pay Ollivander, wondering if such a solid wand would still cost seven Galleons, but Ollivander refused.

He said that he was more happy to see that the wand made by his grandfather found an owner than to charge more money.

What a man with a capital letter, breaking away from the vulgar interest of money, making and selling wands themselves gave Ollivander the greatest pleasure.

Lockhart gave Neville the pocket containing the new wand, telling him to keep it with him and not to take out this conspicuous new wand until it was really important.

Neville asked Lockhart when it really mattered, and Lockhart told him that the time to fight evil, promote justice, and protect himself and his partners was the time that really mattered.

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