Chapter 5

Not a moment.

The two of them came to a quaint store.

Small and broken.

The gold sign on the door has peeled off.

It says.

Ollivander: Made exquisite wands since 382 BC.

That’s right, it’s him!

This is where you go to buy your wand in Diagon Alley.

Ollivander, the best staff maker in all of England.

He hands most of the wands owned by Hogwarts students.

Standing in front of such a famous store.

Devereaux was quite excited.

Follow Snape into the store.

[Secret Realm—Diagon Alley Exploration Degree: 35.1%]

Devereux raised an eyebrow.

This was the most open to exploration of all the Diagon Alley shops he had entered.

It seems that the information density here is very high!

Just walked in.

A jingling bell came from somewhere behind the store.

The store is small.

Except for a bench.

Nothing else.

Snape asked Devereux to sit on the bench and wait.

He was standing.

Devereux looked around curiously.

The pile of long cardboard boxes almost reached the ceiling.

If Snape hadn't been there.

He must have gone up and looked through it.

suddenly.

There was a sound of wooden tools clashing and wheels turning.

An old man with eyes as big as coins appeared in front of them.

"Good morning, gentlemen."

The voice is very soft.

"Hello Mr. Ollivander."

Devereux said, standing up from his chair.

...

[Name: Garrick Ollivander]

[Age: 61 years old]

[Spell Library:...]

[Entry: Magic ability (blue), natural staff maker (gold)]

...

[Natural wandmaker (gold): Born to make wands, born with the blood of wand-making, he will make life-long partners for countless wizards. 】

...

Devereaux was not surprised at all that Ollivander had the golden entry.

After all, their family has always inherited the craft of making wands.

In the original work.

He made almost every Hogwarts student's wand.

Really awesome.

Without hesitation.

Devereaux just wanted to load two of his entries!

But it's a pity.

He can only copy one blue entry.

The golden entry is still in a cooling state.

But when Ollivander appeared in front of Devereux.

Devereux suddenly had a feeling.

It seemed that there were countless spiritual voices whispering in the whole room.

"Well, you are so unfamiliar. Maybe no one in your family has ever bought a wand from me?"

Devereaux didn't have time to listen carefully.

Ollivander walked up to the two of them.

Those big eyes were fixed on Devereux.

Without blinking.

Devereux was heartbroken when he saw it.

"His name is Devero Alexander. His mother is French and his father is Chinese, so he has never bought a wand here."

Snape said in a low voice.

Ollivander looked up and immediately recognized Snape.

"Severus! Severus Snape! It seems like yesterday that I sold you your wand, white birch, thirteen and one-half inches long, right?"

"Yes."

Snape still maintained his dark voice.

It seemed that seeing Ollivander made him uncomfortable.

Of course, Devereaux figured he wouldn't feel comfortable meeting anyone.

"Well, birch twigs are used to drive away evil spirits throughout Europe. During ceremonies, birch sticks are also used to drive away ancient dead spirits. It has a sacred and beautiful temperament at the same time."

Ollivander seemed not to notice Snape's expression.

I started to learn some knowledge about birch wood with Devero.

Snape's expression became even more gloomy.

He turned around and opened the store door and walked out.

Devereaux was at a loss at the bench.

After a long speech, Ollivander.

Smile slightly.

"I've always believed that the qualities of all people are reflected in the wand they choose, and oh, of course, the wand chooses the wizard."

He set his sights on Devereux.

"Okay, Mr. Alexander, which hand do you usually use?"

As he spoke, several tape measures floated up.

"Right hand."

Devereux said.

"Okay, don't be afraid, just cooperate with them."

Several tape measures were quickly measured all over Devereaux's body.

In this process.

Ollivander nodded frequently.

He kept writing something in a small booklet.

Then he turned around and walked into the pile of cardboard boxes.

Rummage around.

A box was taken out.

Take a wand out of it.

Pass it to Devereux.

"Here, this wand should suit you. Oak and dragon cord. Eleven inches. Very strong."

Devereux had an intuition just looking at it.

It felt as if the wand was too heavy for him.

Take it.

A casual wave.

Suddenly a spark shot out.

It directly smashed a chandelier on the ceiling.

Devereaux instantly felt uncoordinated all over his body.

It seems that the right side of the body has become a lot heavier.

"No, no, no, very strong, but unbalanced!"

Ollivander grabbed the wand.

Again, take a new wand from the pile of cardboard boxes.

"Try this, cherry wood with hydra nerve, eight and a quarter inches, more pliable."

Devereux hasn't really got it this time.

He felt that the wand seemed a bit too light.

Ollivander seemed to think so too.

Devereux hasn't touched it yet.

He took it away.

Tried several wands in succession.

None are suitable.

"No, no, how could I think so..., I am such a picky customer."

Muttering in his mouth, Ollivander walked directly to the deepest part of the store this time.

"What... think he is too good? Hey, maybe this is the only one that suits you. French..., Chinese..."

As he spoke, he took out an ancient wooden box.

Take out a wand from it.

The surface of the wood shows a fine and even texture with a light purple sheen.

The overall shape of the wand is smooth and elegant, and the handle is slightly thicker for easier holding.

When Devereux saw it, he felt attracted to it.

Although he had no education in wandmaking.

But at this moment he just felt that this wand was made just for him.

"It's made of rosewood. Originally I wanted to match it with unicorn hair, but I didn't expect why it directly became a wand. It's really strange. Although it's very picky, I think it might suit you unexpectedly."

Devereaux took it.

Suddenly it felt like this magic wand was an extension of my body!

It was completely different from the previous wands that gave him a very serious sense of disharmony.

At this moment he even felt like he was holding the wand.

The whole person became much lighter.

It seems that the body is stronger.

A casual wave.

The whole store seemed to be shaking slightly.

Devereux suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Recover as before!"

Devereux cast his first spell on the shards of glass on the floor.

Suddenly, broken glass was scattered throughout the store.

Fly into the air immediately.

They quickly matched each other and transformed back into the chandelier that had just been hung on the ceiling.

This astonishing scene stunned Ollivander.

Even a few passers-by who had just passed the store stopped to watch.

After all, he was a child who looked to be just eleven years old.

He could cast such a perfect cleaning spell so smoothly.

It’s really eye-opening!

"Oh, Merlin's beard! What do I see! This wand will only recognize an extremely talented owner, and only in several areas, before he is willing to serve. It seems that Mr. Alexander, your future is affected by The wand’s approval.”

Ollivander after the initial shock.

He said to Devereux after regaining his composure.

Devereaux was also very shocked at this time.

Needless to say, this wand is quite good.

Devereux is now a future star in the magic world, a magic wizard and a potion genius.

It's normal to be able to adapt to this wand.

But Devereaux's face was still full of uncontrollable excitement.

After all, this was his first time using this spell.

Moreover, it is shown on the system panel that he is just getting started with this spell.

Could it be that this magic wand brought extra blessings to me.

Can you increase your spell casting success rate?

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to open the spell textbook immediately.

Try each spell on him.

But he restrained himself, now was not the time.

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander, I may have messed up your store. How much does this wand cost..."

Suppress your excitement.

Only then did Devereux realize that Snape was no longer standing outside the store.

So how should he pay?

No, maybe I just chose a wand that I like.

Just run out in despair and find Snape to pay.

Devereux thought this was too social.

Just when he was at a loss.

Ollivander said with a smile.

"It's okay, Mr. Alexander. Professor Snape has paid the money just now. I saw him walking to the left. You can go over there to find him."