Chapter 385 Buying a Magic Wand

In Diagon Alley, Allen walked quickly along the street to the last store, his robe sleeves fluttering in the cold wind with his steps.

The shop is small and shabby, and the gold lettering on the door has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 382 BC.

Allen pushed open the door without hesitation, and there were bursts of tinkling bells from behind the shop.

No one came out to greet him, Allen sat on the bench and waited patiently.

Suddenly, Allen raised his head and looked behind the counter, where an old man appeared. His big, light-colored eyes looked like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"It's a great honor, Mr. Alan Harris." Just by looking at Ollivander's appearance, you would never guess that he would have such a soft voice.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Allen stood up and greeted the wand master politely.

"Is that wand of yours alright? I remember, mahogany, phoenix's tail feathers..." He was taken aback suddenly. "You came here to—is it alright?"

Allen shook his head, moved slowly and said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Ollivander, it was destroyed due to an accident."

"Did you bring it? I'll see if I can fix it." Ollivander asked hastily.

"It's really a pity that it was completely damaged." Allen felt guilty and had to deceive the master in front of him.

"Well, okay." Ollivander's eyes sharpened for a moment, "Let's see which other wand will suit you. I remember that you are an extremely picky guest."

Allen didn't refute. He knew that what the other party was talking about was not his temperament, but his previous magic power fluctuations.

Ollivander picked and picked on the shelves, and handed a brown wand to Allen, "The elder is also the tail feather of the phoenix."

Allen took it in his hand, and colorful starbursts gushed out from the port of the wand.

"It's wonderful--" Ollivander clapped his hands in praise, but he stopped quickly, looked at Alan's frowning brows, and asked in surprise: "You don't look satisfied, it seems that you and Shang Same time, isn't it the best fit?"

Allen originally planned to just buy one for a show, but now he has a new idea: "Yeah, I don't think it's suitable for me."

Ollivander didn't ask why, but continued to search on the shelves that had reached the ceiling, "Here, try this one again."

Groups of red flames erupted, and Ollivander quickly extinguished them, preventing the entire wand shop from being set ablaze.

"This is not suitable either." Allen returned the wand to Ollivander. "Although the effect is very good, I can feel that this is not what I want."

"Naturally, it depends on your feelings." Instead of getting angry, Ollivander became more and more interested, "Please feel free to try it."

Allen pretended to feel it, and then frowned: "Forgive me, but it seems that there is no wand I need here. Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, can you borrow your production room? What if I use it? Maybe I can make my own wand."

"Have you learned to make your own wand yet? Where did you learn the craft? Gregorovitch? Then it's no wonder you don't fit in. After you learn how to make a wand, your insight into these magical details will be improved. , you will have your own feelings." Ollivander asked the question, but turned around immediately before Allen could answer, and made an inviting gesture, "Please come with me, once you learn how to make a wand, then the world's most The wand that fits you must be your own."

The front shop is so small, but the wand making room at the back is so big that it can be used as a training place for intensive training classes.

The walls were painted green, a lifeless olive green. Allen looked up at the ceiling and saw an iron chandelier with twelve candles in a circle.

On one wall, a massive fireplace dominates most of the space. On the nearby iron shelf,

A variety of materials are placed in categories.

Layers of wooden chests of drawers are stacked up to the ceiling. Labels such as "Dragon's Heart Tendon" and "Snake's Nerve" were attached to it.

The rest of the walls are covered with black and white photos, all of which have turned yellow due to age. The wizard inside looked at Alan curiously.

"Mr. Harris, you can use the tools in the room as you like. However, I think it's the wand that chooses the wizard, and you may not be able to recognize each other when you do it well. You have to be patient."

With that, Ollivander sat down on a battered green sofa, the old springs of which had collapsed under his weight.

Allen looked at the room, at the photos, as well as the broken carpet with dots of burn marks, old tables and chairs. High above their heads, the candlelight danced lightly, and their shadows swayed on the wall.

"Mr. Ollivander, my opinion is different from yours. The wizard is the master of the wand, and he can choose the wand freely." Allen said his philosophy loudly, "But I didn't learn from Master Gregovich. Production techniques, I taught myself."

The portraits on the wall immediately made noise, mocking Allen's overreaching.

Ollivander stretched out his hands and pressed them down, and the sound on the wall stopped immediately.

"Oh, then let us see your craftsmanship." Ollivander leaned back on the sofa, but his sharp eyes kept betting on Allen, "Actually, you came to me to buy wands before entering school. At that time, I thought about taking you in as an apprentice to make a staff... It's a pity that you were too young and I didn't speak up at that time... I didn't expect you to start teaching yourself how to make a staff."

Allen smiled awkwardly but politely, without refuting, making it more important than anything else, but he also remembered Ollivander's enthusiasm when he introduced the wand to himself and his own feelings about the other party wanting him to learn wand making guess...

No longer thinking about it, Allen took some materials from the shelves and cabinets next to him, and picked a wand that was barely handy on the wand shelf next to him.

Then Allen began to process these materials, gathering, pressing, twisting... a series of movements were flowing, fast and precise.

"Very professional handling..." Ollivander sat up straight, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on his knees.

Allen reached into his robe, blocked Ollivander's sight, and took out a box from the space. When Ollivander saw the contents of the box clearly, he couldn't sit still anymore and stood up , and quickly walked to Allen's side.

"Metal materials...the ancient alchemist Jeber's wand making method!" Ollivander looked at Allen with burning eyes.

Allen nodded slightly, "When I followed Professor Flitwick to the United States a few years ago, I was fortunate to get the incomplete notes of the alchemy master Jeber. Unfortunately, there are only a part of the skills of using metal to make wands. If there are enough Mithril, this wand will be more perfect. Unfortunately, it is difficult to find enough Mithril now. I can only use platinum instead. Mr. Ollivander, I don’t know if you are interested in using your skills in making wands Experience, how about exchanging and learning with this lost technology I obtained?"

Allen intends to exchange Ollivander's wand making technology for Ollivander's wand making technology after deleting the key technology of the "growth" part of the growing wand, so that he can better research and develop the growing wand potential. I believe this part of knowledge is enough to be attractive to Ollivander, a wand maker.

"Will you? Oh... I mean, I would too." Ollivander, who had been obsessed with magic wands all his life, was a little excited and incoherent, and he spoke faster: "I'll exchange wand-making skills with you!"