Melee wizards at Hogwarts

The sky is an exaggerated supply base comparable to the Room of Requirement. According to rough and incomplete statistics, the things that can fall include meteorite, Tathagata Palm, Sister Lin, and Universal Angel for entertainment, but today there is finally another option.

——Garrick Ollivander, the best staff maker in England.

Parsifal rubbed his aching face and stared at the short wizard sitting on the ground without saying a word.

The short wizard Ollivander had obviously not recovered from the shock just now, his eyes were out of focus and his face was covered with gray.

"Mr. Ollivander!"

A little boy chased out of the store. There were also traces of black and gray on his face. Under his short light brown hair, there was one (no mistake, only one) eyebrow with a missing corner.

"Sorry, it suddenly exploded when I was trying Mr. Ollivander's wand, and that's why it happened like this."

The slightly surprised boy saw Parsifal, scratched his head and apologized, but this apology made Parsifal a little frightened. The wand touched the fine hair, bringing out a little spark of smile.

"I am Parsifal Williams and I am also a new student at Hogwarts. Who are you?"

Parsifal hurriedly said hello, stretched out his right hand, and tried to divert the attention of the messenger of justice. The black remains on the ground had proved how terrifying the opponent was.

"Seamus Finnigan, nice to meet you. Are you here to buy a wand too?"

The boy smiled shyly, put his wand back in his pocket, and shook it with Parsifal.

"Yes, but it seems like we still need to wait for some time?" Parsifal pointed at Ollivander sitting on the ground.

He could only remember a few of his first-grade classmates, but this "Messenger of Justice" was the only one who was deeply impressed. Fireworks maniac, eyebrowless person, "crucible dissolver", "turning water into nitroglycerin".

If justice is calculated in terms of equivalents, I'm afraid this Seamus can be compared to Tyr.

"Perhaps I could help him with my wand? My mother taught me a spell."

Seamus, who finally realized that he had caused trouble to others, seemed a little hesitant. He grabbed his wand, drew a few circles in the air, and began to recite the spell.

Although he was very curious about the spell of the Messenger of Justice, Parsifal didn't want Ollivander to leave the world so early, so he secretly kicked him.

"Merlin's beard, my ass! You, you, yes, it's you! Don't come here!"

The pain made Ollivander quickly come back to his senses and exclaimed, as if he had seen indescribable horror.

Not only that, it also jumped up like a spring. Looking up, he saw Seamus' face and the wand pointing at him, and his body subconsciously fell backwards, returning to the ground in an extremely awkward duck-sitting posture.

"Ahem, by the way, kid, this wand is obviously suitable for you. For 8 gold galleons, you can take it away!"

It wasn't until they were about four or five steps away that Ollivander quickly realized his impoliteness. He quickly stood up and reached out his hand.

Even so, Parsifal noticed that the staff-maker's hands were trembling strangely, and the slender fingertips kept shaking.

"Feel sorry!"

Seamus's face was like a tomato, and it quickly turned red to the color of pig liver. He took out eight gold galleons from a bag on his waist, put it in Ollivander's hand, and then said nothing, shaking his head. He ran away without even looking back.

"Merlin's underwear, how could there be such a scary little wizard? I must be in bad luck today."

Ollivander, who took the gold galleons, muttered in a low voice and was about to walk into the store.

"Ahem, Mr. Ollivander?"

Parsifal decided to remind the other party of his existence. It was not a pleasant experience to be smeared on the face by someone for no reason.

"Oh, kid, are you here to buy a wand too? Just now, a particularly talented little wizard took away a work that I am very proud of. I think there must be a suitable choice for you here."

Hearing the sound, Ollivander quickly turned his head and showed Parsifal the fastest face change he had ever seen. Its level of professionalism is comparable to the "luck" realm of a certain second-level secret skill.

"Yes, I believe Seamus will be very happy with your evaluation, and I will convey it to him after school starts."

Parsifal nodded, agreeing with Ollivander's assessment. He felt that there was nothing more embarrassing than being caught red-handed by the person behind his back while speaking ill of someone.

Hearing this, Ollivander's mouth froze, and he didn't know how to continue the conversation.

"So, Mr. Ollivander, may I choose my wand?"

Without waiting for Ollivander's response, Parsifal, who smiled calmly, walked straight into the store.

Negotiating terms can only be done after kicking the negotiating partner under the negotiation table. It is undoubtedly not a smart idea to rip off the person before getting the magic wand.

"Well, what a crafty boy. What's your dominant hand?"

After a while, Ollivander stood back behind the dilapidated counter in the store, feeling a little more emotional.

"Right hand."

Parsifal answered.

After simply recording Parsifal's height and arm length, Ollivander got into the cabinet at the back and brought stacks of slender boxes within a moment.

"Try this one, 117 inches, bromeliad, unicorn hair."

The wand was taken out of the box and Parsifal took it without any reaction.

"Try waving it."

Ollivander whispered, as if afraid of frightening his wand.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Parsifal's fingers exerted force, the wand came out as if it was equipped with an accelerator and shot into the dark corner of the store. Obviously, it's not suitable.

"What about this one? 10 inches, red oak, dragon's heart tendon."

Another wand was taken out, but performed even worse, darting out before it could even be touched by a finger, knocking over several other innocent boxes.

"It's really picky. It seems that I have met a user with a strong heart."

"Try this one, 133 inches, spruce, phoenix tail feathers."

Ollivander murmured to himself. In his impression, the wand's poor compatibility with wizards had many manifestations, such as explosions, explosions, and explosions. However, he rarely escaped like this. meet.

"Is the wand afraid? No, it doesn't look like it. Maybe it feels ashamed? How is that possible?"

Ollivander thought of a somewhat comical reason, but even he didn't believe it.

"Mr. Ollivander, please let me try it myself."

Although the slightly longer spruce wand lasted slightly longer than before, Parsifal was equally convinced that it was not his choice. At this speed, if he had to try it in circles, he might not be able to finish it all day long. He would rather try his own method.

Without waiting for the wandmaker's response, he closed his eyes, calmed down, and used the mysterious and mysterious feeling to contact the wands in the store.

"I need a companion, a loyal friend who will accompany me."

He conveyed this thought to the wand and repeated it.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Invisible fluctuations spread, and chaotic sounds echoed in Ollivander's shop.

It's a lot of wands vibrating in the box!