Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Although Mr. Ollivander said these words, his silver-white pupils flashed with more and more excitement. Obviously, this aroused his interest.

For the first time, Amanta felt the pressure that this identity brought her.

"Mr. Ollivander, you are the best wand maker in the world. I am sure you will find the most suitable wand for me."

"Well... let me see first, which hand do you usually use to use your wand?"

Mr. Ollivander pulled a silver measuring tape from his coat pocket.

"Left hand."

"Oh, yes, the Sage's Ring, it works with your wand to maximize the effectiveness of the spell."

He measured Amanta in detail, from shoulder to fingertips, from wrist to elbow, from shoulder to the ground, from armpit to knee, and finally measured the circumference of Amanta's head.

"Made of albizzia wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long, flexible, try this—"

Amanta waved it, there was an explosion on the counter, and Amanta smelled a burnt smell.

"No, try this one, fir wood, dragon's nerve, nine and a quarter inches long, hard, strong, try it."

This was even more outrageous. As soon as Amanta touched the wand, a large number of long wand boxes on the shelf were pulled out.

Mr Ollivander had to use his wand to put the boxes back into place.

"Too picky... Just as I thought, try this one, ebony, unicorn hair, twelve and a half inches long, soft and flexible..."

"There must be a perfect wand for you here, Miss Merlin. Let me think about it..."

Amanta tried one wand after another, and the box of wands she had tried was almost as tall as she was.

But Mr. Ollivander seemed even more excited than before.

"Oh... why didn't I think of that? The rarest elder wand is very difficult to control. Only extraordinary wizards can be chosen by the elder wand, which is powerful enough to deal with the powerful and picky taste of the Merlin family. Come, try this one."

Amanta tried several elderberry wands in succession. Once, a few faint sparks came out of the end of the wand. She asked Mr. Ollivander with a tentative look, but Mr. Ollivander shook his head.

"It still doesn't work. It's almost there... almost there. What exactly is the difference..."

Mr. Ollivander paced up and down anxiously, then suddenly raised his head sharply.

"There is another one... When I was making it, I never thought that this wand would be sold one day. Yes, this should be it."

This time, Mr. Ollivander did not look on the shelves, but walked to the window in front of the door.

Amanta looked at it in confusion, and then she found that there was only one magic wand in the window.

The wand seemed longer than any other she had tried, and the faded purple cushion on which it rested showed how long ago it had been made.

Mr. Ollivander walked over holding the wand with some care.

"Elderwood, dragon heart tendon, fourteen inches long, flexible - a very special wand, requiring the user to have extremely strong magic and great character to control it. It must be this, Miss Merlin."

Amanta took the wand, and instantly a warm current flowed from the wand to her fingertips.

She waved lightly, and light shone everywhere.

In the dusty and crowded little shop, there were bursts of dazzling flashes, crackling sounds, and splashing flames, turning the background into a starry sky. The tip of the magic wand danced like a silver thread in the screen, drawing some strange and complex images.

When the wand was handed to her from the cold window, she inexplicably felt it was so kind and familiar, as if she had found a lost item.

There is a kind of strange feeling that seems to be breaking out from my heart.

Maybe it’s a sense of belonging to destiny.

This must be it.

"Miss Merlin, I am sure that you will have a special and outstanding destiny, and you will achieve great things."

Walking out of Ollivander's Wand Shop, Ollivander's words were still echoing in her mind. His deep gaze seemed to see through everything about her and her future.

Amanta shook her head.

She can only take care of the present things first. The future is still a mystery. Who can predict it for sure?

Of course, she thought this did not include Professor Trelawney.

It was Professor Trelawney who made the prophecy that only one of the Dark Lord and the boy could survive, which led to Voldemort taking decisive action and trying to attack the infant Harry.

The result was obvious, he failed, and Harry was left with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Harry... Come to think of it, she had been trying the wand for so long, and she estimated that Harry and Hagrid would soon arrive at Diagon Alley.

She walked past the Quidditch boutique, her attention drawn to the shiny broomsticks in the window.

It was a golden-brown broom with a handle that was bent into an extremely elegant arc. Each branch was smooth and flat, and was neatly tied into a pointed tip at the end. It was illuminated by several rays of light coming from all directions, making it sparkle.

The sign next to it reads "The newest, fastest, best flying broom in the world - Nimbus 2000"

"Hey, Quidditch isn't for a delicate girl like you."

A drawn-out, somewhat arrogant voice sounded behind Amanta.

? Who is so annoying!

"I can knock down ten guys like you who judge people by their appearance with just one punch."

Amanta retorted subconsciously.

When I turned around, what came into view was a platinum-blond head with oiled and neatly combed hair, a sharp chin like a knife, and a pair of proud light gray eyes.

"..."

She was still wondering who deserved a beating. I'm afraid that apart from the Malfoy family, there is no other person like him.

"As a young master of the Malfoy family, no one dares to say this to me... cough!"

The blonde girl in front of him turned around and looked at him angrily with a pair of clear, ice-blue eyes. The boy didn't know why, but he suddenly couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"I just want to remind you that Quidditch is too dangerous... the ball of the game has no eyes, um... yes."

He suddenly changed his tone, changed the subject, and spoke incoherently.

"Um, I've never seen you before, who are you...?"

Amanda keenly noticed that the tips of his ears were slightly red.

She struck while the iron was hot and walked down the steps. "Well, nice to meet you, I'm Amanta Merlin, what's yours?"

"Merlin?" The boy exclaimed in surprise, then quickly turned his head and looked around, as if to confirm whether someone had noticed his gaffe.

Soon he turned back with relief and extended his hand to Amanta.

"Hello, Amanta, my name is Draco, Draco Malfoy."

Amanta shook his hand, his knuckles were cold, matching his pale complexion.