Chapter 46 Magic Wand

Speaking of which, Brian really didn't like using Floo powder to travel.

He stumbled out of an old fireplace, his neatly ironed robe now covered in soot.

So his parents never bothered to use Floo powder, they would rather Apparate a few more times.

After finally dusting himself off, Brian stepped into the crowded street.

Speaking of which, this should be considered Brian's first time in Diagon Alley.

The place is very prosperous, with people coming and going on the streets. There are various shops on both sides, including pharmacies with strange materials. Male and female wizards in wizard robes are bargaining. Some of the windows display strange silverware, books or crystal balls.

Brian saw a display window displaying the latest Nimbus 2001 broomstick, and some little wizards were lying outside the display window with longing expressions on their faces.

He wandered around with interest for a while, but soon couldn't stand the crowds here and went straight to Ollivander's Wand Shop.

His wand has never been suitable for him and has always been disobedient. He needs to get a wand of his own.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is very inconspicuous in Diagon Alley. The store is small and shabby. There is a solitary wand in the window. The sign on the door has peeled off and faded. It reads: Ollivander, Since Well-made wands were made in 382 BC.

Brian opened the door and walked in. There was a jingling bell inside the store, and there was only one bench inside.

"Good morning." Mr. Ollivander turned around and said softly. He has silver hair and very light eyes, which sparkle in the dark shop.

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander." Brian greeted in a gentle voice.

"Ah, I remember you, Mr. Brian Foley." Mr. Ollivander looked at Brian with his light eyes. "It seems like it happened yesterday that you came to buy a wand. I remember every wand from me. Wands sold here."

"Eleven and a half inches long, made of ebony wood. The core of the wand is the heart nerve of the fire dragon. Yes, it is a very special wand." Ollivander said, "Normally speaking, the core of the wand's heart nerve is very long. It is powerful, but also violent and difficult to control. But this one is very special, it is unexpectedly docile, although its power is weaker."

"Ah, I still remember your parents, their wands..." Ollivander stared at him.

"Your father, twelve and a half inches long, elm wood, perfect for casting spells." He blinked his silver eyes and said, "Your mother, she preferred oak wands with unicorn hair. , ten inches long, a very loyal and reliable companion.”

"So, what brought you here today, Mr. Foley?"

Brian said softly in his characteristic soft voice: "I lost my wand, so I need to buy another one."

Ollivander stared at him with his silver-white eyes and said slowly: "The wand is the most important partner in a wizard's life, Mr. Foley. Cherish your wand, this is what a real wizard should do. Of course. , I don’t mean to be harsh on others, I just hope you can pay more attention to it.”

"Ah, I didn't mean to lose it. It was indeed an accident." Brian said while keeping a smile.

"Okay, okay, let me think about it, it is the wand that chooses the wizard. So, the same combination may be more suitable for you." Ollivander murmured to himself.

He pulled out one of the countless long boxes behind him, took out a wand and handed it to Brian.

Brian took it and waved it, and then Mr. Ollivander took it away.

"Well, it's not appropriate. So, the wand chooses the wizard. There are no two wizards who are exactly the same, and there are no two wands that are exactly the same." Mr. Ollivander muttered to himself, and took out another wand and handed it to him. give him.

"Try this, walnut wood, fire dragon heart nerve... still not suitable, try this again..."

Brian tried one after another, but they all didn't fit, making Ollivander frown.

"Why are they all the heart nerves of the fire dragon?" Brian suggested, "Maybe we can try a different kind of wand core."

Ollivander stared at him for a long time and said softly: "For a wizard, the material of the wand may change, but the wand core cannot be changed casually. The only wand cores we use are unicorn hair and phoenix tail feathers. and the heart nerves of the fire dragon. Of course, they are the most suitable materials for the core of the staff..."

Ollivander said, taking out another wand and handing it to Brian: "Try this, ebony, unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, good elasticity."

Brian waved, but there was still no reaction.

"Try this again, ebony, phoenix tail feathers, thirteen inches long."

Brian took the wand and felt a warmth spread throughout his body. He waved it gently, and the tip of the wand flashed with pleasant light, illuminating the small space in the store.

"Oh, incredible, incredible!" Ollivander exclaimed, "What a... very strange case!"

Brian held the wand in his hand and looked at Ollivander with his calm black eyes, pretending to be listening.

"You know what? It's true that the wand chooses the wizard."

"I know that there has been such a case. A wizard, yes, that was hundreds of years ago, was recorded by my ancestors..." Ollivander's eyes widened, "He claimed My wand was destroyed, so I came to buy a new wand, but after trying it, my ancestor found that the material and core of his wand had changed..."

"Yes, the ancestors are very curious. This is not something that can be changed casually. In fact, most wizards will not need to change their wands in their lifetime, even if they have experienced various transformations, even if they have undergone various transformations... The wand always Will be loyal to him.”

"Later, that man quickly committed a crime and was caught." Ollivander said, "After inspection, it was found that he was possessed by a very rare black magic. No, it should be said that he was no longer him, but Another soul took his place, a dark wizard reborn in his body."

Brian's back suddenly straightened, and he pursed his lips.

Ollivander looked at Brian and said softly: "Of course, you are different. In fact, there are similar cases."

"For a wizard, the material of the wand is changeable, but the core is difficult to change. This is a rule we have summarized for a long time. But we have been making wands, and we always see all kinds of strange things."

"Ancestors have recorded another case. A wizard sealed his wand and lived as a Muggle for more than twenty years. After experiencing various drastic changes, he picked up the wand again. But the wand no longer suited him. Yes, beech wood, fire dragon’s heart and nerves, I remember it very clearly.”

"He came to our wand shop again and changed it to a beech wood and unicorn hair wand." Ollivander narrowed his eyes and said with emotion, "Life changed him, and his wand failed to adapt to him. "

Brian was slightly relieved, but frowned.

Ollivander continued: "Of course, there is another case that I have personally experienced, which is extremely impressive."

"A witch, when she bought a wand, she was recognized by two wands at the same time." Ollivander said softly, "They are both made of alder, but one is made of unicorn hair and the other is the heart nerve of a fire dragon."

"Later, during an examination at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, it was discovered that she suffered from schizophrenia. One personality is gentle and kind, and the other is violent and irritable." Ollivander said with bright eyes, "In the end, she was cured, and the two The personalities merge into one, and guess what happens?”

"Her wand became a phoenix-tail wand of alder wood."

"This is an extremely rare situation." Ollivander said, "The wand cores we use are always the most peculiar. They each have their own personalities and arrogance, and they will almost never recognize one person at the same time."

"I always believe that the material of the wand represents a person's magic power to a certain extent, and the core of the wand represents a person's character or thoughts." Ollivander looked at Brian deeply and said, "Do you think you will be What's going on?"

Brian pondered: "I don't know."

"Okay, okay, I won't interfere with the customer's privacy." Ollivander nodded and re-stacked the messed up box.

"I also hope to see a completely different case. I think time will give me the answer." He said softly, "You know, even though we have been making wands for generations, many secrets about wands have not yet been revealed to us. open."

"The wand chooses the wizard. They are always so mysterious and willful, but we can't help but be deeply fascinated by them." Ollivander sighed.

Brian nodded slightly, paid Ollivander seven gold galleons, and left with his bow.

"The essence of magic has not changed, but have thoughts and personalities changed?"

Brian played with the new wand in his hand, his expression uncertain.

He inexplicably thought of that dream and the back figure in the dream.

"Who are you? Are you you? Are you him? Is the self you know really yourself?"

"Who am I?" Brian asked himself.

"It's confusing..." He rubbed his forehead and pushed the broken hair on his forehead to one side.

"But one day, I will reveal the truth."