Soaring at Hogwarts

We already know that Ian's coffers are empty due to his lavish spending.Although Mr. Ollivander gives Ian a little money every week, Ian has not yet saved five galleons.

Very pitiful, but even so, he still has to prepare things for school.

"Ian, how about making me a magic wand and I'll support you a little?" Haydn lay on the sofa and whistled.

"Forget it." Ian curled his lips, "Don't hurt yourself."

Haydn was unconvinced and said: "I'm not you, I definitely won't."

Ian looked at the list of necessary supplies and began to count carefully: "Robes, pointed hats, textbooks...Samantha, are you going to use your old robes and textbooks?"

"If you don't mind." Samantha was also on the sofa, crossing her legs and eating snacks while watching TV.She has grown so fast these past two years that she can no longer wear her old robe.

"That's good, then I only need to order another name tag, which is five Knuts.

Then...a crucible, I already have it, no need to buy any more...a set of glass or crystal vials, the quantity may not be enough, I have to add, count two Sickles.No, glass can be cheaper, a Sickle... a telescope, second-hand stores should have it, a Galleons?Two galleons, no more... I also have a brass balance, so there is no need to buy any more. "

"Ha!" Ian was very happy, "What, less than three Galleons, I still have plenty of money!"

"In that case, fine." Haydn looked disappointed.

"And the wand, kid," Cloris reminded.

"Ah, this." Ian touched the stick in his arms, "Don't worry, I'm doing it."

"That's so cool." Samantha exclaimed from the sidelines, "I made my own wand!"

Speaking of this, Ian couldn't help but smile.

Indeed, Ian felt great about making his own wand.

The magic core of the wand is a unicorn tail feather carefully selected by Ian.The wand wood comes from red oak, and Ian has been chanting under that tree since he became conscious.Use Professor Ollivander's technique to combine the two into one and fuse them.

Finally, Ian used his own magic power to nourish his body every day. At the same time, he ingeniously enshrined it under the Big Dipper on the fourth and eighth day of the sixth lunar month and the fourth day of the seventh lunar month when the Big Dipper descended, asking for the blessing of the Holy Power of the Seven Yuan Lords of the Great Sage of the Big Dipper.

Ian has given this magic wand many names of gods and blessings from various scriptures and treasures. It can be regarded as a magic wand that combines Chinese and Western styles.How to describe it?For Western and Chinese use?

Mr. Ollivander obviously did not expect that Ian would do this with the wand.

He didn't know yet that Ian had made himself a magic wand!

Two weeks before school started, Ollivander called Ian over and touched his head.

"Ian, you're going to school soon."

"Yes, sir."

"I want to say that I am very satisfied with your progress over the past year." Mr. Ollivander's silver eyes showed a kind look, "You are very talented, very talented. You chose the wand for Harry." When I was there, I even saw talents in you that I didn’t have.”

Ian was a little embarrassed: "You taught me well, sir. I just have some cleverness that is not worth mentioning."

"Don't belittle yourself, Ian," Mr. Ollivander smiled and handed over a newly completed wand on the table, "Here, give it a try."

"First, sir? This is it?" Ian was extremely surprised.

"That's right, the wand I made for you." Mr. Ollivander nodded with a smile. "You have touched every wand in the store. I think we are not satisfied. I am still worried about what to do. Fortunately, Mr. Potter gave me inspiration."

Ian held the wand in his hand, and the knowledge imparted by Mr. Ollivander allowed him to easily identify its material.

"Yew wood, thirteen inches. Very elastic." Ian whispered, "Phoenix feathers?"

The wand in his hand contained a power that was ready to go, and Ian couldn't help but think about it.

With a wave forward, the wand shot out a golden light with a "whoosh" sound. The golden light turned from a thin line into an erratic golden cloud, dyeing half of the shop golden and red.

Ian seemed to have returned to the time when he first set foot in Ollivander's store. The magic powers of different wands resonated, singing an ode to joy in unison, cheering for the birth of a new partner.

Ian was in a trance, dazed for a moment.

Ollivander was about to applaud when he keenly sensed a discordant wave.

A wand fell from Ian's arms—or rather, jumped out—and the moment it hit the ground, silvery-white light shot up from it.The silver light rushed straight into the golden cloud and mist, and also transformed into a cloud. The white cloud was filled with little silver shavings, trying to drive away the golden cloud domineeringly.

"Uh..." Ian picked up the wand, which was exactly the one he made.

"Did you make the wand, Ian?" Mr. Ollivander asked with interest.

"Yes, I made it this summer." Ian handed it over.

Ollivander turned the wand and looked carefully, then waved it gently, and the wand once again sprayed out silvery white fireworks, like fireworks.Fireworks and colorful clouds and pearls shine together, seeming to encourage the silvery white mist.

"Red oak, fifteen and three-quarter inches, with... unicorn tail feathers inside... an excellent wand," Mr. Ollivander handed the wand back to Ian, "contains unique magic, if not If you said you only made it this summer, I would have thought it had been made a long time ago."

"However, it seems that your two wands are not harmonious." Mr. Ollivander smiled.

The two clouds next to it are entangled together, and the golden and silver brilliance complement each other.

"what?"

Ian made his own wand in his left hand and held Mr. Ollivander's gift in his right hand, looking around with a confused look on his face.

"Yew wood has a very long lifespan. It is said to have the power to transcend the cycle of life and death. Yew wands are even more rare. I can already foresee what a big shot in the wizarding world will look like," Ollivander looked at with a smile. Ian, "The core of the wand is the phoenix feather you gave me, remember? I think it couldn't be more appropriate."

"The red oak wand tells me that you have one foot in the door of wand making. Keep trying and you will become a successful wand maker." Mr. Ollivander touched Ian's head again , smoothing Ian's hair very gently, "You can have a good rest at home during the rest of the holidays and prepare for school. Leave this to me."

"Also, a little suggestion: it's best not to use both of your wands at the same time. I don't think they like that."

On the side, the gold and silver clouds were almost disappearing without the support of magic power.

"Sir?" Ian hesitated, "I already have a red oak wand, this..."

Mr. Ollivander laughed; "Little Ian, do you remember what I said? The wand chooses the wizard. Now that this yew wand has chosen you, what else can you do?"

"Rare, but not impossible, are wizards with two wands." Ollivander winked, "Good luck to you, Ian."