Ollivander's wand shop was run by the Ollivander family for generations and is said to have existed in more than 300 BC. When all wizards in the British magic circle chose wands, they chose here first. Mages from all over the world, if possible, would come here to choose the wand that suits them. It is also the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

This is a crowded, narrow, and worn shop. In front of the window, there is a magic wand placed on a faded purple mat for exhibition. Next to the mat, it says "Select the master of the wand and accompany the master for the rest of his life." The cabinets in the store that reach the ceiling are filled with thousands of long narrow boxes, with various types of magic wands. Most of the wands made by Ollivand use wood as the main material, which is similar in thickness to a person's little finger and has different lengths. The wands inside the wand are carefully selected, and various natural materials may be used, such as unicorn hair or dragon scale powder.

Mr. Ollivand either made a magic wand at the back of the store or napped somewhere in the storage room of the magic wand. There was a bell ringing on the counter near the door, and a light touch would make a crisp and pleasant sound. With the sound of "coming, here comes", this generation of "Master Ollivand" walked out of the studio.

He was wearing craftsman's clothes, his wide leather apron was covered with marks of wear and burning. "Ah, it's the guest who came to buy the wand, welcome, my shop will give you the best choice!"

"Hello, we two need a magic wand." Tolkien pointed at Zhao Mai and himself. "We are going to go to Hogwarts to school."

"At such an age? Oh, by the way, something went wrong with the Ministry of Magic's spell, which wasted your time." Ollivand said: "But there is also a benefit, that is, you have grown up and your physical condition has stabilized and you are more likely to be selected by the wand. Who will come first?"

Tolkien volunteered. Ollivand took out a tape measure from his leather apron pocket, measured Tolkien's arm, height and head circumference, and then gave him a nine-inch wand of beech and unicorn hair. But before Tolkien could try to swing, he took the wand back.

"Not suitable, not suitable, let's try this one, the sycamore wood and the phoenix feather, seven inches."

Tolkien tried four wands and finally found the one that suited him in the fifth. As he waved the eight-inch maple branch with the wand with the troll's eyelashes, a soft white glow lit up from the top of the wand.

"Very good, this one is yours now, you only need six gold coins. After all, the eyelashes of the troll are cheaper." Ollivand turned his head and looked at Zhao Mai: "It's your turn."

He took a six-inch ash wand, and as soon as it reached Zhao Mai's hand, it burned. Ollivand hurriedly took the wand away and blew out the flames on it with his mouth. "Wow, this is the first time I have seen this amazing phenomenon!"

"first?"

"Yes, my first time. But there is not no experience in our family history." Ollivand blinked: "You will be very difficult, quite difficult on the road of magic."

"Is there any statement here?"

"Actually, I don't know either. I only know how to make magic wands, and I don't know much about the others. It is said that people who can make white wands burn this physique are very talented in some spells, but they are almost insulated for some spells." He took out seven kinds of magic wands in succession, but either burned or responded without a reaction. "Challenging choices, fun and interesting! Wait for me!"

Ollivand turned around and ran to the workroom behind, and then the sound of rumbling over the cabinet came from there. Zhao Mai and Tolkin looked at each other and waited patiently. Ador looked around and curiously picked up a magic wand scattered on the counter: "Ador!"

A light yellow glow lit up from the top of the wand.

"Ado!" The light was gone, "Ado!" The light lit up again. The giant was having a lot of fun and kept waving his wand and talking as Adodor. Olivand was back, his hair and shoulders were covered with gray, and his nose was covered with black gray. He held the old paper bag tied with cowhide rope in his hand. "Wow, the giant found his suitable wand. He is so lucky to accompany him. Come, try this one."

When I opened the paper bag, there was a slender gray branch inside, with uncut forks on it. "Empering the branch!" Xiaohua shouted first: "This is a branch of the Emerging the tree. Although it is no longer energetic, I will not admit my mistake!"

Olivande frowned and looked around: "Hey, why does something strange seems to be plaguing in, seemingly still talking? Could it be that there is an auditory hallucination?" He glanced for a long time, but still couldn't see Xiaohua. Finally, he shook his head and thought it was an hallucination.

With Ollivand's encouragement, Zhao Mai picked up the branches of experience and waved them gently. A warm current surged onto the tip of his fingers, and then turned into a red and blue light at the tip of the wand. Without Ollivand's words, Zhao Mai knew that he had found the wand.

"It's interesting and interesting. This wand doesn't have a core, but it can show the power of magic, which is similar to what I guess." Ollivand said: "Other plants and animals cannot reflect your qualities, only you can do it yourself. This wand can be used, but its stability is not good, so I need a few of your hair to put it in the wand as a core. And I'll also deal with its surface slightly and polish it."

"Can you just keep this look? I really like the two branches forked on it."

Olivande pondered for a moment, then nodded: "No problem. But if there are twigs, it will be slightly slower to pull out the wand and use the wand because it may hook the clothes."

"This is not a problem." Zhao Mai considered that he had a storage bracelet, and it was quite convenient to get things from it. He bared his teeth and pulled off a handful of his hair and handed it to Ollivand.

"I have scissors... but it doesn't matter." Ollivand smiled, wrapped Zhao Mai's hair in paper, and then said: "It will take about half an hour for you to wait for me here. This is the first ancient magic wand I made, worth remembering!"

Tolkien took out a small notebook and wanted to record what the ancient wand was, but Ollivand walked very quickly and had already reached the back. They had to wait patiently. They waited for half an hour, and Ador also played for half an hour to "turn on the lights and turn off the lights". Ollivand was back.

"Oh, the ancient wand?" He said after hearing the question: "A long time ago, wands were made with relatives or their own hair. Children who had not yet become wizards made wands with fathers, mothers or grandparents' hair, which could help guide and better exert magic power. Later, people discovered that some of the tissues of magic creatures or magical creatures could make up for some shortcomings in the use of human magic power and could enhance the power of spells. In addition, the method of making wands has improved, which has exceeded the method of making blood-related hair, so they no longer use relative hair."

He looked at Zhao Mai and said, "Your magic power is very strange, no matter how strong or weak your strength, and you can't find a suitable animal and plant to match you, so I thought of how to make the ancient wand. By the way, there is a troublesome place for the ancient wand. Unlike other wands, if the ancient wand is attacked, you will also be backfired, so you must be particularly careful to protect the wand. In ancient times, losing the wand will lose your life, which is not a joke."
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