A sharp Hogwarts

Diagon Alley, in front of Ollivander's Smithy.

Perhaps it was the holiday season, so Diagon Alley was a little busier than usual.

But all the excitement was in other shops, and the street where the blacksmith shop was located was particularly quiet.

Mr. Ollivander's rule is that the magic knife must be purchased by the user himself and cannot be purchased on behalf of others.

Moreover, the Ministry of Magic also has corresponding restrictions, so naturally no one will come to Ollivander's Smithy to look at Christmas gifts.

"Won't you go in with me? Uh-bah."

Dalia sipped the honey lemon juice in her hand, trying to get rid of the bitterness in her mouth.

Magic Floo powder is not delicious——

Potassium chloride is the main ingredient, and the powder mixed with several magic materials is particularly bitter.

Originally, Dalia planned to move her tongue to taste it, but she couldn't wait to squirt out the first moment she entered her mouth.

"The magic knife is everyone's secret. The blade's material, quenching material, and characteristics..."

Dumbledore shook his head and explained seriously, "The biggest secret of wizards is the magic knife. Every magic knife is extremely important."

"Is this because I'm worried about the magic halberd—um, I mean the magic duel?"

Dalia asked in confusion, turning her head to look at Dumbledore.

“In modern society, isn’t cooperation more frequent than disputes?”

"Theoretically this is the case..."

Dumbledore said, looking past his half-moon glasses to Dahlia's face.

"However, in wizarding society, cooperation with magical food is very rare. Most wizards are still more accustomed to studying magic alone."

"And the secrets of the magic knife are not only these. The magic knife is not only a spell-casting medium and weapon for wizards, but also a companion and amulet."

"Amulets and companions? Then you qualify..."

Dalia glanced at Dumbledore with a strange expression and hesitated to speak.

Is this why most Hogwarts professors are single?The deeper you study magic, the easier it is to stay single?

Dumbledore glanced at Dalia, turned sideways and pointed towards the dark shop door ahead.

"You may go and buy a knife, Miss Dursley—Mr. Ollivander will be happy to tell you the story of the magic knife."

Obviously, this topic ends here, and the old man does not intend to explain more.

He read a certain name in Dalia's eyes.

Little wizard, witch, prophet...

These three elements combined can be extremely annoying at times.

…………

Just like last time.

The shop was exceptionally quiet, like a silent weapons arsenal unguarded.

As Dalia stepped through the door, drew back the curtain, and walked into the vestibule, the blades on the ceiling lit up.

Ding--

The kitchen knife at Dalia's waist trembled.

It made a long sound, like a bell.

The next moment, the cold light of the blade hanging from the ceiling instantly weakened a lot.

A wizard's amulet?

Dalia touched the hilt of the knife thoughtfully.

The magic knife is not only a tool, but also a spiritual companion...

At this moment, a strange crashing sound suddenly came from the other side of the main hall.

Dalia quickly took out the kitchen knife and held it in her hand, looking warily at the shadow where the sound came from.

“Golden Egg Fried Rice——”

She whispered, a soft light lighting up from her blade.

The Hogwarts and Ministry of Magic bans did not apply here, and she was free to cast spells.

As the light gradually spread, she finally saw clearly what was in the shadow:

It was a wooden door that looked like dark brown wood soaked in water and exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

The strange banging sound came from behind the door.

just like……

Something is locked inside.

Dalia frowned, her reason telling her not to go near that place.

However, her feet moved unconsciously and she walked cautiously towards the door.

"Oh - if I were you, I would never go to that room -"

Ollivander's voice suddenly sounded behind Dalia.

Dalia was startled and turned her head quickly.

"Mr. Ollivander?"

"Miss Dursley, we meet again."

Ollivander was still dressed as he had been a few months ago.

The thin vest exposed the granite-like muscles of his arms.

The cold temperatures approaching Christmas don't seem to have affected the smithy at all.

"Your magic knife is in good shape, and I think you'll have a great time working with it."

Ollivander glanced at the shimmering magic knife and whispered hoarsely.

"So, young Dursley, what brings you here today? If you want to buy a gift for a friend -"

"I'm here to buy a second magic knife, sir."

Dalia put away the magic knife and answered quickly.

"Second knife?"

Mr. Ollivander raised his eyebrows and stepped out from behind the counter.

"If I remember correctly, you should be in the first grade. The second magic knife is for you-"

"I have special permission from the Ministry of Magic and the school."

Dalia took out the document Dumbledore gave her from her arms and handed it to the other party.

"Special approval...permission? Oh——"

Ollivander took the parchment and read it carefully.

"It seems that your performance in school is amazing. Such extraordinary privileges are rare."

He raised his head and looked at Dalia, returning the parchment in his hand to her, "To be precise, you are the first case in this century - at least in Ollivander's Smithy. From my From a personal point of view, I actually don’t recommend young wizards to hold too many magic knives, because your souls are not strong enough..."

"But... since the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore have issued this... well, permission letter - then, yes."

Mr. Ollivander walked into the main hall, looked into Dalia's eyes very seriously, and said in a deep voice.

"Miss, you need to know that every Ollivander magic knife contains extremely powerful magical substances in its blade and handle."

"We use unicorn tears, phoenix blood, dragon blood... and various magical substances to temper and forge them. Each Ollivander's magic knife is unique, because there are no two identical in the world. Unicorns and fire dragons - even if it is the same one, this moment will be different from the next moment - and there can be no completely consistent forging process. The forging angle, strength, and even temperature, It’s impossible for the number of strokes to be exactly the same.”

"So if you're using other wizards' magic knives, it's hardly going to produce the best results... and the lower years are about finding yourself."

Mr. Ollivander glanced at the magic knife that Dalia had returned to her waist, and his silver-gray eyes flashed with wonder.

"Of course...your soul is obviously extraordinarily tough and stable, and you know your path every step of the way."

While pacing, he tapped boxes on the walls and shelves around the main hall.

"So, for the second magic knife, what kind of magic knife do you want to buy?"

"I want to buy a chopper knife——"

"Oh, don't talk about the stupid classifications of Muggles—"

said Mr. Ollivander, raising his finger and speaking softly without looking back.

"Tell it what you expect of it - that you are a witch, Miss Dursley."

"Those who study magic knives know very well that wizards choose magic knives, and magic knives also choose wizards."

"Of course, the reasons for the magic knife's choices are often not so clear, but the wizard should clearly state her thoughts."

"Well - then who should I say -"

Dalia looked around in confusion and added hesitantly.

"I mean, should I at least be facing a certain direction—"

"For example, if I want to buy a heavy knife suitable for chopping, should I..."

Bang!

Bang!Bang!

There were a few more dull crashes.

Dalia turned her head and looked at the closed wooden door.

"Sir, is that a response?"

"Of course not! Of course not!"

Ollivander said immediately. He turned around and stared at Dalia with a serious face.

"The magic knife in the room over there is not something that students can touch. Well, you want a machete, right?"

Mr. Ollivander said, and Dalia noticed him glancing nervously at the wooden door.

However, something behind the wooden door bumped and became quiet again.

"Shh-"

After a few seconds, Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief.

"Machete, oh yeah, let me see—"

Mr. Ollivander's mysterious, low voice returned.

"This is very common. Most third-year students will choose a machete as their second magic knife."

“The chef’s knife is easy to use, but it will inevitably be a little inadequate when dealing with hard bones, frozen meat, and some big things.”

Ollivander walked around the main hall and came out holding several knife boxes from the surrounding area.

Oh, I understand, this is about to start "testing the knife" again!

Dalia looked at this posture and moved her arms.

"So, which one should we start with?"

"and many more--"

Ollivander stopped Dalia who was about to bend over to get the knife, and pointed to the kitchen knife at Dalia's waist.

"With the exception of the first magic knife, each subsequent magic knife not only resonates with the wizard, but also seeks its advice."

"Well, magic knives also fight with each other, or do they have affinity or something?"

Dalia looked at Mr. Ollivander strangely.

Immediately afterwards, she received a positive reply from the old man: the magic knife has "emotions".

When a wizard chooses multiple magic knives, he is not only adding "partners" to himself, but he is also adding "partners" to the magic knife.

Magic knives that don't fit well enough are forced to fit together, and sometimes it can even be so intense that one of them breaks before stopping.

"Uh, okay, then what should I do-"

Dalia shrugged helplessly, pulled out the magic knife and looked at Mr. Ollivander.

"I mean, are you still waving it casually like before?"

"Each magic knife has its own duty, just like our organs have their own duties."

Ollivander said in a deep voice. He carefully walked to the side of Dahlia and pointed to the back wall.

"Generally speaking, wizards add magic knives to make up for deficiencies, or to cope with complex situations - this is the only reasonable reason."

"If you want to choose a new magic knife, then you must not only tell the original magic knife why, but also express an invitation to the magic knives around you."

"So-" Dalia nodded and looked at Ollivander, "What should I do?"

"Imagine you're going to use a knife—"

said Mr. Ollivander, looking seriously at Dahlia.

"It would be best if at some point in the past, you and the magic knife experienced an event at the same time that prompted you to want to buy a new knife."

"Of course, if not, it could also be a future situation - if you want to buy a machete, imagine you're going to chop big bones."

"After completing the imagination, hold the knife and strike directly. Your magic power and thoughts will be transmitted along the blade."

"If the idea is clear enough, then your sword will inspire the appropriate magic knife..."

Mr. Ollivander pointed to the row of boxes in front of Dalia and said with some pride.

"These magic knives, most of them are oriental chopping knives, there must be one suitable for you."

"Also, don't point the blade at anyone!"

"Ah."

Dalia nodded.

Scene, well, a moment when I wish I had a powerful chopping function...

Dalia thought seriously for a moment, and a chaotic Hogwarts corridor suddenly appeared in her mind.

She rode on the back of a foul-smelling, bloody troll, raised her kitchen knife, and slashed at the thick back of the monster's neck with all her strength...

She took a deep breath, clenched the kitchen knife with both hands, and swung it down heavily and steadily.

boom!

A deafening explosion!

The closed wooden door was suddenly hit with a big hole.

Then, with a series of collisions, something flew out.

Daria heard the sound of the chains rubbing against each other, as if it were a bound monster.

"Oh, stop, go back—"

Mr. Ollivander shouted in panic, taking out a chef's knife from his arms and trying to cast the spell.

But before he could raise his arm, the thing knocked the knife out of his hand and landed in front of Dalia.

Different from other boxes, it was an iron box made entirely of metal, with a circle of iron chains wrapped around it, as if it were sealing some kind of monster.

"Wait, I think I saw this box last time, this is..."

"Back off, kid! Back off—"

Ollivander said in horror, looking at the black box on the ground.

At some point, the chains originally wrapped around the metal box came loose.

Under the gaps between the layers of iron chains, there is a simple character written on it.

A murderous, sharp-edged one...

"Han (Han)?!"

Dalia whispered curiously.

The next moment, all the chains were instantly broken.

The iron box was shattered on the ground, revealing the appearance of the magic knife inside.

It was a long, straight-edged sword made entirely of iron and containing a fierce murderous aura that had never been seen before.

The blade is straight and narrow, the back is thick, there is no curved edge or cast grid, and the first end of the handle is an oblate ring shape.

No need for Ollivander's introduction, Dalia also knows the name of this knife...

The first sword in human history to enter the battlefield as the protagonist.

It was the most advanced and most lethal close-quarters cold weapon in the world at that time.

Ring head knife.

In other words... Han Dao!