I really didn't want to practice immortality at Hogwarts

Under Professor Moody's repeated urging, Harry Zhang and others came to the last stop of the Diagon Alley trip - Ollivander's Wand Shop.

When entering the door, Zhang Chun hesitated, but was pushed by Moody, who was already impatient with him, and forced into the store.

Zhang Chun was hesitant because when he came in, he discovered a purple epic-level item in the store opposite through [Knowledge Makes It Clear], and it seemed to be displayed in a booth that was not very important.

So does this mean he can miss it again?

It’s really easy to use the passive talent of the system to pick out mistakes.

Moreover, the purple epic item that I didn’t see clearly just now was actually drawn into the wand shop with a red line drawn on it. It was very strange.

The four of them entered the wand shop and looked around. Professor Moody did not guard the door this time, but followed in.

There was no one in the store.

Rows of shelves as high as the roof hugged the three walls. The shelves were filled with narrow boxes, perhaps thousands of them in total.

Only the wall by the door had no shelves—there, in a small window display, was a faded purple cushion with a wand horizontally placed on it.The golden letters on the window read - Ollivanders, the ultimate wand maker, began in 382 BC.

Moody looked much more casual when he entered this wand shop than other shops, and his magic eye also became quiet.

"Ollivander! Are you there?" Professor Moody said in a long voice.

"Hello Alastor (Moody's name), hello Mr. Potter, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley." As he spoke, a gentle and kind-looking old man came out, neatly dressed and polite.

The old man looked around at everyone and said to everyone in his soft voice, "I'm sorry. The magic bell is broken, and I haven't had a chance to repair it. Without the bell, I sometimes can't notice when people come to the store. Oh, also There is a strange gentleman. Welcome."

This old man is known as Britain's best wand maker, Mr. Ollivander.

Ollivander took two steps, looked at Harry, Hermione and Ron first, and said with a smile, "I remember every wand I sold, and even the way you came here back then. Yes. Oh, it seems like it was yesterday. Mr. Potter, how is your wand? Phoenix feather, holly, eleven inches - to be honest, it's my pride."

Harry nodded quickly.

Mr. Ollivander then greeted Hermione and Ron and their wands. Finally, he glanced at Moody's wand in its leather case and snorted, "Alastor, you should take good care of your wand." , he will be angry if you do this to him. Heart of aspen wood and dragon, thirteen inches."

Professor Moody gave a rare smile, with a shy and apologetic look on his face.

"So, if all the wands are fine, then what is the purpose of your coming to my shop this time?" Ollivander asked, staring at his big blue eyes.

"Actually, it's my new classmate who needs a new wand, sir." Harry came out and pointed at Zhang Chun.

Zhang Chun stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander. My name is Zhang Chun. I'm here to buy my own wand."

"He is a fifth-year Ravenclaw student, Zhang Qiu's younger brother and half-brother." Hermione couldn't help but add.

Ollivander nodded, "Miss Zhang's wand is made of apple wood. I remember her as a very charming girl."

"Zhang Chun is a top student from the Oriental Magic Academy, and he is a disciple personally trained by the school principal! It is said that he is the best in their school. I personally escorted him to Hogwarts." Moody also intervened and looked at Zhang Chun He glanced at it with relief in his eyes.

"He doesn't have his own wand yet, you know, Eastern magic is different from ours. This is his first wand in his life." Harry said with a smile.

"And he is also the winner of the first-class scholarship at Hogwarts." Ron seemed to be very obsessed with the scholarship.

"Wow!" Ollivander sighed, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Chunlai again.

The old man's attention and the praise just given by Moody and Harry made Zhang Chun feel embarrassed.

Ollivander nodded, his eyes gleaming like a hunter's when he sees his prey, and his skills were much stronger.He took out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket. "Which hand do you usually use?" the old man asked.

"Right hand." Zhang Chun replied.

"Extend your arm, please."

The old man measured his clothes from arms to fingers, from wrist joints to elbow joints, from shoulders to the ground, and from knees to armpits for a long time, as if he was tailor-made for him, and then turned around to pick out a wand on the shelf.

"Each wand is unique. Its properties are determined by the unique tree and magical creature from which it is drawn. Furthermore, I have told them all that the wand chooses its owner, not the owner who chooses the wand. Whenever a wand From the moment it chooses its ideal owner, it will learn and eventually become a perfect fit with its owner.”

After Ollivander finished speaking, he turned around holding a small box and smiled at Zhang Chun, "Look at this! Mr. Zhang... This is the wand I keep the minimum material-Acacia wood, oh, you know he has How difficult is it to take care of, and it is also very sensitive. This kind of wand usually refuses to be used by wizards other than its master, and if you want to be its master, you must be gifted. It is eleven inches and uses unicorn mane as the core. I think it’ll suit you.”

Ollivander walked up to Zhang Chun and opened the lid of the acacia box.

Zhang Chun took out the wand and looked at it carefully. The wand was smooth and beautiful, it was simply a work of art.

"Try waving." The old man encouraged him.

Zhang Chun waved his magic wand, but nothing happened.

"Not this one. If the wand suits you, there will be golden flames jumping out of it." Harry said to him with a smile.

"Mine is a daisy with dirt on it," Hermione added.

"Mine is a spring." Ron smiled.

All three of them remembered the time when they bought their wands.

Ollivander frowned and said nothing.He took Zhang Chun's acacia wood wand between his hands, put it into the box, put the box on the table, turned around and rummaged around on the other wall.

"Try this." After a while, Ollivander took another box, "Elder, thirteen inches. I think it may be the most picky. A powerful wizard must be able to control this. Wands. Wizards have legends that elder wands never prosper. So many wizards resist this frightening wand, but I think their claims are unfounded. Of course, it is true that elder trees are harsh on their owners. Do you know? Dumbledore The wand Lido uses is the elder wand. I added dragon tendons to this one, so if it can be used, it will be extremely powerful."

Zhang Chun tried waving the wand again, but there was still no response.

"Strange, there is no rejection or recognition..." Ollivander muttered.

The elder wand was also placed on the table.

After a while, the old man grabbed the third small box. This box made a clanging sound in the old man's hand, as if something was knocking against each other inside.

"Here! Two English oak wands, two five inches each. Merlin's wand is made of English oak. And this box of wands is very special. This is a two-handed wand that I rarely make. It is made from the top branches of two oak trees of the same size. At that time, I found that there were two Bowtruckles wrapped around the two branches of the tree, hugging each other and not separated, so I made two identical wands. You can hold two in one hand, or you can hold one in each hand. Wands. Both wands contain the same phoenix feather."

Zhang Chun held one in each hand and waved it several times, but there was still no reaction.

Even Moody could see something was wrong now. His magic eyes swept his wand, and then looked at Zhang Chun with a confused look on his face.

Harry and the three of them murmured quietly.

Zhang Chun didn't have a suitable wand to use?

Ollivander placed the oak wand on the table absentmindedly, dragging his chin and thinking for a long time, as if there was something that was really difficult to understand.

The old man turned back to look for the wand on the shelf. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped. He turned back to look at Zhang Chun and asked,

"Mr. Zhang, do you have no magic ability at all..."

The air around me suddenly became quiet...