Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Chapter 9 Magic Wand

After the goblins at Gringotts finished counting Salazar Slytherin's estate, Voldemort exchanged [-] gold Galleons (about [-] pounds) for the goblins and took away some books and magic items.

Of course, some miscellaneous items are all packed in "Salazar Slytherin's bag" - a magic storage device the size of a coin purse with its own shrinking spell and shrinking space - but for growing up Tom was unbelievable in the Muggle world.

He asked Voldemort for the bag, and kept taking out items from the bag that were bigger than the opening. He also raised the bag with wide eyes and wanted to dump it out. If Voldemort hadn't pulled him away with quick eyes and hands, then this Eight-year-olds may soon be crushed to paper by piles of gold coins.

And even though he almost met such a fate, Tom still did not change his enthusiasm for magic exploration. Although the bag had been put into the private space under Voldemort's robe, Tom still walked around Voldemort unwillingly. If there is still a sense of awe (in Voldemort's words), Tom might lift up his robe to look for it. As for Tom, although he didn't take action now, the mournful look in his eyes still irritated Voldemort enough.

"...That's just the most basic application of magic. Let me take you to buy a wand. It's a tool for wizards to cast magic, but not every wizard needs it."

Thinking of the Elder Wand and the monitoring of the staff by the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort's eyes became a little cold, but Tom immediately grabbed his hand without noticing: "Really? Take me there!"

He spoke in a commanding tone, both out of urgency and out of habit, but Voldemort wasn't angry.

He just withdrew his hand with a smile after being stunned for a moment, and then walked ahead, every step he took under the robe was as elegant and standard as in the etiquette book.

Tom also followed behind, step by step. Although he had short legs, every step he took was still trying very hard to keep pace with Voldemort.

...the divider for the moon...

The so-called magic wand is the tool used by the magician to cast spells. Generally speaking, the magic wand plays the role of assistance and aiming. Amazing, the inertia after a long time makes wizards in the magic world unable to do without it. Even except for some powerful wizards who can use wandless magic and silent spells, most wizards cannot cast spells without a wand.

In the Middle Ages, many wizards were hunted down in their sleep because they did not have wands in their hands. There were also many wizards who lost their ability to cast spells because their wands were broken. This shows the disadvantages of wands.

But even though using a wand has these and other disadvantages, and even Voldemort himself was "killed" by the reflection of the wand, Voldemort still recognizes the necessity of the wand──Aiming, this is the biggest advantage of the wand, especially when helping A person who has power but can't learn to concentrate.

He took Tom into Ollivander's wand shop (Ollivanders), which was founded in 382 BC and operated by Ollivander. Although it is dilapidated, it is the only wand shop in Diagon Alley. It is also very famous in Europe.

Before following Voldemort into the shop, Tom glanced at the dusty window. There was only a walking stick on a faded purple cushion, and the shop's signboard was also crumbling. The peeling gold lettering made him lose sight of it. interest of.

When Voldemort and Tom stepped into the shop, there was a crisp bell ringing somewhere in the shop, like the doorbell of the Muggle world.

Tom looked for the sounding object curiously, but he couldn't see anything, because thousands of narrow boxes filled the small space, and even tended to replace the pillars to support the ceiling.

"Good afternoon...is there anything I can do for you?"

A soft voice sounded from the corner, and Tom's eyes widened, because he had clearly swept the entire store before, and there was no one in that place.

Surprised, Tom stared at the old man. The old man had a pale face and a stooped figure. His big blue eyes flickered in the faint light, and he looked like a will-o'-the-wisp in a cemetery.

Tom's head flinched involuntarily, because the old man's oversized eyes on the thin face were looking at him with interest, and the penetrating gaze made him feel very annoying.

"We're here to pick out wands."

Voldemort took a step forward to block the old man's gaze, his voice was soft as velvet when he was not coughing, gentle and thick, and it made people feel good about him unconsciously, the old man's eyes also looked softer at Voldemort: " Good afternoon, I am the owner Ollivander, if you want to buy a wand, I may need more delicate measurements, which hand is your dominant hand?"

Ollivander took out a silver measuring tape, but Voldemort, who hated being manipulated by others, refused. After a little thought, he pointed to the corner without hesitation: "No, I want to buy a yew The wand should be around thirteen or fourteen inches and use phoenix tail feathers."

He raised his eyebrows helplessly at Ollivander: "My previous wand was lost by accident, but his model is about that."

"...if you insist, but I want to say that the wands sold in my shop are different from other places. Only the most meticulous measurements can really find the right one. There will be no good results..."

Ollivander bent down and took out the wand box from where Voldemort was pointing, but still refused to give up and nagged at Voldemort.

"I know." Voldemort opened the box and grabbed the wand. He didn't want to waste any more time, and this wand from his previous life did not live up to his expectations. The moment his fingers touched it, it came to life. A long golden-red band of light spewed out from the tip of the staff.

The shape of the light band was thick at the front, long in the middle, and thin at the end, like a long snake surrounding Voldemort, and after the long snake disappeared, the sputtered sparks ignited the adjacent box, and Ollivander used magic to extinguish the fire. One side marveled: "Thirteen and one-half inches, yew wood, phoenix feather... I have to say that you really know yourself, sir. This is a very suitable staff for you, powerful and long-lasting..."

"lasting?"

Tom, who was attracted by a certain word, took his eyes away from the wand in Voldemort's hand. He looked at Ollivander curiously, and Ollivander also started the introduction: "Because the yew tree contains poisonous sap, it often It will be associated with magic and death, and even after the old tree on the outer layer dies, new trees will continue to grow from the center, so it is regarded as an "immortal tree" and has the same eternal life as the phoenix. and symbol of immortality."

"So it suits me, doesn't it?" Voldemort stroked his wand and smiled, that feeling of flesh and blood can only be achieved with his own wand, and no other wand—even the most powerful Elder Wand—could not. Give him that fit.

──But maybe this is because the Elder Wand has not recognized him as the master. If the Elder Wand recognizes him as the master, what kind of power will it be?

Voldemort couldn't help thinking, but he didn't think for a long time before he was pulled out of meditation by Tom.

Seeing Tom's expectant eyes, Voldemort shook his head, coughed a little displeased but couldn't say anything: "By the way, I...Tom also needs a wand, Mr. Ollivander, please measure it for him. .”

"This kid...? Excuse me, is he 11 years old? Children under that age are not allowed to have their own wands."

Ollivander's blue eyes looked at Tom and raised doubts, but Voldemort kept his eyes open without changing his face, without even raising his eyebrows, and said with a serious face, "Ah, of course he is full, because he is picky eater." So I grow shorter, but children always develop very quickly, and in a few years they may be taller than you and me."

"Well, that's true..." The old Ollivander seemed to accept Voldemort's excuse, he pulled the silver tape measure towards Tom, and thoughtfully patted Tom's black hair and said, "My child , Drink more milk to grow taller, and also eat green vegetables, picky eaters will make you short."

"I didn't—" Tom wanted to protest immediately, but the silver tape measure was already rolling around him in a disturbing way.

Using the wand's arm length, forearm length, height, head circumference, thigh width, and even hip circumference, Tom kicked the tape angrily as it was measuring the distance between his toes, because the end of the obscene tape even intended to Climb up his trousers to measure his ass... He suddenly understood why Voldemort refused to let Ollivander measure.

... He must take down the damn tape measure if he has the chance.

And after Tom kicked Ollivander's measuring tape away, his data also came out. Ollivander looked at the measured data and pushed his glasses in disbelief: "It's really surprising──"

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