Hogwarts Lion Girl

The second stop was Ollivanders Wand Shop.

When Salina and Harry stepped into the store, there was a slightly awkward clicking sound behind them, and the hinges on the door seemed to be rusted.

The air in the store is filled with a sense of tranquility, as if time has stopped here, leaving only dust and the aftertaste of magic.

The store was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light from the street lamps filtering through the gaps in the curtains, shining on the faded purple cushions, making the wands look like ancient relics that had long been dormant.

The walls of the store are covered with various decorations, including dried phoenix feathers and withered magical plants, which make the former glory look a little desolate here.

And those thousands and thousands of long and narrow paper boxes lie quietly in the corners, like rows of treasures waiting to be discovered.

The name Ollivander symbolizes the pinnacle of wand making in the wizarding world, and each wand is a carefully crafted work of art.

The footsteps of the two people echoed in the store, seeming particularly abrupt.

"Good evening, both of you...Oh, it's Mr. Harry Potter."

An old man leaned out from behind the counter. His pupils were unusually light in color, almost transparent, reminiscent of clear water flowing under a thin layer of ice.

His face was calm and wise with age, and his long white hair was neatly combed back, contrasting sharply with his bronze skin.

Despite his advanced age, his eyes were still sharp, as if they could penetrate the fog that ordinary people could not see.

He smiled, and that smile seemed to contain endless understanding of the magical world and a hint of imperceptible playfulness.

There was something shy and reserved about Harry's smile, as if he was trying to be polite without being completely comfortable.

His eyes flickered across Mr. Ollivander's pale, almost transparent pupils, hesitating slightly, as if he were trying to understand a complex puzzle.

When he spoke, his voice was full of youth and respect: "Good evening, Mr. Ollivander, my friend needs a wand, she is a new student at Hogwarts."

The end of his words rose slightly, with a tone of inquiry and expectation.

Compared to Harry's restrained manner, Serena's movements seemed more smooth and natural.

She stepped forward lightly and greeted gracefully, "Selena Swinburne. Good evening, Mr. Ollivander. I can't wait to have a wand of my own."

A mysterious smile appeared on Ollivander's face, and his voice had a hint of dramatic emphasis, as if he was telling a secret passed down from generation to generation.

"Of course, of course! Wizards need wands to cast magic, but remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard!"

"Okay, let me take a look!" Ollivander took out a long tape measure with silver scales printed on it from his pocket.

Time has carved an unbreakable code on its fine scale. The old wizard's hands are deft and swift, as if his movements carry a sense of ritual. Distributing the wand to each wizard is not only his job, but also his mission.

He turned around gracefully and walked briskly in front of Salina.

He narrowed his eyes, and through his almost transparent pupils one could see the passion in his heart and his concentration on this moment.

"Ms. Swinburne, which hand do you use your wand with?" The voice was gentle and polite.

"Right hand." There was a tremor of anticipation and excitement in Serena's voice.

Although she tried her best to control it, a hint of irrepressible excitement still revealed her true feelings - the anticipation of owning her first wand.

Ollivander nodded slightly, and the tape measure began to move. As if it was cast by magic, it stretched out quickly and gently stuck to Salina's arm, sliding from the fingertips to the elbow, measuring in detail along the length of the arm.

After measuring, Ollivander closed the tape measure and tapped the counter lightly. An ancient glass bottle filled with sand vibrated slightly, as if responding to his call.

The rows of wand boxes seemed to sway slightly as the sand slid gently, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of magic resin mixed with old wood.

Ollivander's deep gaze seemed to penetrate every narrow box, as if he was searching for something.

Finally, his eyes fixed on one of the boxes. The box slowly opened, and a smooth, silky wand lay quietly inside, emitting a faint light.

Ollivander's eyes flickered in his almost transparent pupils, and his voice was full of expectation and mystery.

"Try this one. Fourteen inches. Ebony. Unicorn hair. Curved."

Salina took the wand and looked at it carefully. The natural texture of the wood looked deep and mysterious under the light. The white fibers of the unicorn hair were gently wrapped around the wand, and the curved tip seemed to speak of an unknown magical power.

However, as soon as she tightened her grip on her wand, Ollivander quickly retrieved it.

"No, I think it should be this one, made of willow and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, and very elastic!"

Serena took the newly recommended wand, which emitted a warmer and softer light than the previous wand.

When Salina's fingers gently wrapped around the rod, a wonderful power seemed to be transmitted into her body through the rod.

She felt an indescribable resonance, and at this moment, a red light emerged from the tip of the wand, bursting into golden stars like fireworks, and the dancing spots of light were reflected on the surrounding walls, creating a vibrant small universe.

Ollivander looked at the wand in Salina's hand, frowned slightly, and shook his head.

"No, that's not right..." He muttered to himself, "Just like Mr. Potter last year, you are a picky customer. But it doesn't matter. You can always find the most ideal, perfect and most suitable one for you here!"

Ollivander's hand slid gently over another wand box. "Let's try it. This size may be more suitable and you will be more comfortable using it."

As the box slowly opened, a new magic wand appeared in front of Salina, emitting a different magical glow.

Ollivander extended his hand, inviting Salina to hold the wand again, and the air vibrated slightly.

However, the light of the wand dimmed quickly before it could fully bloom, and Ollivander pulled the wand away again.

"No, this isn't for you."

"Let me think about it. Oh, I got it. It's fourteen and a half inches long, made of vine wood, and the core is the Thestral tail feather. It's quite elastic. Let's try it."

He hastily took out a box and opened it. Inside lay the wand.

The surface of the wooden handle was engraved with intricate carvings, which seemed to contain magical runes. The staff was a deep purple-red color. As Salina's fingers moved closer, she seemed to see the liquid tree core flowing inside.

When Salina's fingers gently wrapped around the rod, an unknown force seemed to be transmitted into her body through the rod.

At this moment, the wand vibrated slightly, and a bright and warm red light emerged from the tip of the wand, as if the sun was shining through the dark clouds and flickering in the dim room.

"It's still not right..."

Ollivander wandered among the boxes, as if seeking an elusive answer.

"It doesn't matter, we still have so many choices." He said to Salina gently, with the enthusiasm in his eyes undiminished.

Salina took the wands one by one, and each one brought her a different wonderful feeling.

Some of them were so heavy with historical sense that she almost couldn't breathe, while others were so light that they looked like unmaterialized elves dancing in her palms.

However, among the many options, one wand stood out from the rest.

It is made of ancient dragon wood with subtle patterns on its surface. When held in the hand, the staff seems to whisper, sharing the secrets of thousands of years of magic.

Its magic resonated with the magic in Salina's body, just like the tacit understanding between the strings and the sound of a guitar.

Ollivander observed the changes in Salina's expression, and the corners of his mouth raised in a satisfied smile.

Ollivander coughed lightly, breaking Serena's trance in which she was immersed in the resonance of the wand.

He took out an ancient scroll, unfolded it and said slowly: "Look, Dragon Wood is suitable for powerful wizards, but it also has a strong personality, which requires the wizard to have excellent control."

"And this wand only chooses you, Ms. Swinburne, and I believe you are its master." Mr. Ollivander handed the wand carefully to Salina.

"Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, Ms. Swinburne. There is no doubt that you will achieve extraordinary success in the future." Ollivander's voice was low and soft, like a gentle breeze, silently echoing in the closed little house.

His words flowed out slowly, each word carrying an almost tangible warmth, as if he was not just speaking but passing on an ancient secret; his voice was almost a whisper, but each syllable was clear and full of mystery, making people listen involuntarily.

At this moment, Ollivander was more than just a wandmaker; he seemed to have become the messenger of fate, whispering the prophecy of the future into the young wizard's ear.