Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Even Parsifal himself had never imagined such an exaggerated scene.

——The entire store, except for a shabby counter, was filled with stacks of tall shelves filled with all kinds of wands. At this moment, because of his actions, thousands of boxes began to vibrate suddenly.

"Merlin's girdle stockings!"

When the clever Ollivander saw this scene, his heart was already half cold, and he lowered his head and jumped under the counter.

And his move was undoubtedly very correct. Before he could take his legs back, the shelf closest to the counter collapsed, stirring up bursts of dust. A dozen wands popped out of the box and landed on the tattered counter, like a concubine waiting for her blessing.

One of them has a tan surface and simple decoration, which makes it look familiar. Parsifal couldn't help but want to reach out his fingers and touch it. As if sensing his wish, several golden sparks flashed out from the top of the wand.

"Holly wood, 11 inches, phoenix tail feathers, I still remember that..."

The wandmaker who quietly crawled out from under the counter looked at the wand with confused and intoxicated eyes, murmuring in his mouth. He was sure that he was about to witness a moment worthy of being recorded in the history of wands.

"Crack, click, click."

But before Ollivander could finish his words, there was a series of soft sounds in his ears, as if someone was tapping the glass with a hammer.

"Merlin! My window! My wand!"

Following the source of the sound, Parsifal turned around and saw a black wand, like a spear, constantly striking out at the somewhat worn glass showcase. There was a faint white light at the top, which seemed to give the wand an impact comparable to the tip of a knife.

In a short period of time, the glass display window had been poked out like snowflakes, and it was about to shatter.

If I remember correctly, this wand was presented as a treasure by Ollivander. It was the only wand placed in a purple velvet cushion in the entire window.

Under the almost crazy gaze of the wand maker, with a crisp loud noise, the glass window shattered, and the wand, finally free, turned its head lightly, came in through the open door, and fell on it domineeringly. On a small, shabby counter.

"Blackthorn wood, 143 inches, but how is that possible?"

Ollivander muttered, his trembling voice showing his panic.

"Boom, boom."

As if dissatisfied with Parsifal's hesitation, the wand stood up and "stepped" hard on the counter twice, as if to declare its undisputed sovereignty to the other wands. After a brief stalemate, a dozen wands that had been lined up on the counter rolled down to the bottom of the counter, making explosions and sparks from time to time, just like elementary school students being bullied by bullies.

Only the holly wood wand was different. Although it was slightly further away, it was placed at the same distance as the domineering black wand and Parsifal. It was obviously a fair competition. But in front of the blackthorn wand, which was obviously much taller than it, it looked like Don Quixote trying to challenge the windmill.

"It seems like I was touched by a magic wand?"

The corner of Parsifal's mouth twitched, because he didn't understand how the original choice of wands turned into a Shura field between the Heavenly Fall type and the childhood sweetheart type. He should start from the final moment of decision.

But he actually already had a choice. After all, the Heavenly Falling System beat his childhood sweetheart. (Wrong, it’s also stable.)

Although the holly wand was indeed very attractive, at heart he preferred the style of the thorn wand. What's more, that wand already has a destined owner.

The decision had been made, Parsifal took the blackthorn wand. On his palm, a faint light lit up, and a silver line spread from the fingers, connecting with the wood grain of the wand until the top.

"Buzz." The wand vibrated slightly, seeming to celebrate this scene.

"Magic, since I took over this store, no, maybe even my father has not witnessed such a strange scene. But kid, I'm afraid I can't let you take this wand away yet."

The disgraced Ollivander crawled out from behind the counter, and Parsifal held the wand's knuckles slightly harder.

"No, no, no, I'm not dissatisfied with you, but this wand itself is incomplete. It is still an unfinished product, an experimental product."

Sensing the solemnity of the air, the staff maker explained that he had a strong desire to survive.

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with this wand?"

Hearing this explanation for the first time, Parsifal studied the wand carefully. He could feel the integrity of the wand, the weak connection it had with him.

"It is not equipped with a wand core. Although it can also conduct magic very well, it will have difficulties when using spells."

Ollivander took a breath and snapped his fingers. The collapsed shelf was restored. The wands scattered on the ground were put into the box and flew back to their original positions. A high-backed chair appeared outside the counter, obviously. It was for Parsifal.

"Can you please explain it carefully?"

Parsifal sat on the chair and rubbed the surface of his wand. This blackthorn tree obviously comes from the best wood. It is completely black and has a restrained and graceful enamel. At the handshake at the end, there are handles made of several slightly raised arcs.

"You will know after you start school that the use of magic spells is divided into two parts that cooperate with each other. The spell determines the effect, and the waving determines the magic power. In fact, the wand core plays the role of a bridge between the spell and the effect."

Ollivander sat behind the counter with some difficulty, facing Parsifal.

"But many wizards can cast silent spells? Or wandless spells?"

"Of course, a well-trained wizard can feel the connection with magic even without holding a wand. But without the guidance of the wand core, both the effect and the speed of release will be greatly reduced."

Hearing Parsifal's question, Ollivander smiled contemptuously.

"Of course, this wand is a little different. It is an experimental product, the product of accident. The blackthorn wood used to make it is watered with dragon's blood, so even without a wand core, it can It plays a guiding role to a certain extent. But the dragon's blood permeating the wood also has its own will, instinctively rejecting all cooperation from the core of the staff."

At this point, the staff maker paused slightly, observing whether Parsifal could follow his words.

"After my father made it, he once mentioned to me that maybe only the core of the wand that is the same as the legendary wand can subdue the will of this evil dragon, but that is just an idea after all. I also tried the Thestral’s tail feathers many times, but you saw the result.”

He lowered his head, fumbled in the drawer behind the counter for a while, and took out a handful of torn and messy black feathers.

"Using it will bring a lot of inconvenience to your life. It is just a failed imitation of that wand and will not bring you any performance worthy of your expectations. Why don't you take a look at this holly wood and phoenix tail feather The magic wand still favors you."

Ollivander said earnestly, and Parsifal did not doubt the sincerity in his words. He rubbed the wand in his hand. It seemed that it understood the current situation and was waiting for the verdict of his fate with some dejection.

"Tell me the price, how many gold galleons?"

But the wand did not wait long before it heard Parsifal's words that made it jump for joy.

"Okay, if you decide. 87 gold galleons, it can't be lower. This wood is watered by dragon's blood, and it still grows like a miracle. You can't find a second one anywhere. "

Ollivander sighed, seeming very reluctant to give up.

——87 gold galleons!

This is ten times as much as an ordinary wand. Even teachers at Hogwarts only earn 40 to 50 gold galleons a month.

"I believe in you asshole."

Persifal's mouth twitched. Although he could exchange pounds for up to 100 galleons, it was not that he couldn't afford the expenditure. But he is not stupid enough to let others take advantage of him.

"You yourself said it was a failure and couldn't be sold."

"Okay, 77 galleons, no lower."

Ollivander's face was a little stiff.

"Seamus Finnigan's mother has very good expectations for her son. I believe she would like to hear your high praise for his son's talent and would come here to have a wonderful afternoon tea with you."

"Sixty-seven Galleons, but you must promise not to tell anyone else again!"

Ollivander's expression changed and he said angrily.

"I was hit in the face by a wandmaker in Diagon Alley today. It hurt. Eleven-year-old wizards should get preferential treatment."

"57 Galleons! That's enough! Don't be greedy!"

Ollivander gasped.

"I saw a disgraced wandmaker who was blown out of the door by his own wand. I think Professor Dumbledore will also be very interested in this matter."

"47 galleons, pay quickly!"

Ollivander's face turned pale. This was the designated purchasing place for Hogwarts. It would be terrible if it got a bad reputation. He already regretted making this deal.

"Professor McGonagall is coming over. I think she doesn't want to see a young wizard being chosen by a failure? And maybe she will have doubts about Ollivander's wand-making skills?"

"30 gold galleons! No matter how low it is, I won't sell it to you! I won't pay for it!"

Ollivander's voice already sounded like a growl, like a frightened old dog showing its strength to the enemy.

"No, no, no, I think 40 Galleons is a very appropriate price. 30 Galleons is too much for you. After all, I am not a devil. But I have a small request. I believe you will satisfy it? "

Parsifal showed a smile and said to Ollivander.

"Have you ever heard of a mortgage loan?"

The devil's whisper ends here.