Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Good morning!” An old man with very light pupils, standing in front of them, "it was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Molly Prewitt, twelve inches long, cherry wood, stronger, it was a magical wand. ”

“Yes, Mr. Olivender, I really like this wand.” Mrs. Weasley stood up in a hurry to say hello, "this child is Evan Mason, and this is my daughter, Ginny Weasley, all of whom are new to Hogwarts this year and need to buy a new wand. ”

“Of course, of course!” Olivender's eyes turned to Ginny and Ivan, “and the wizard needed a wand to perform the magic, but remember, it was the wand that was choosing the wizard! ”

Evan swallowed saliva and wasn't sure how to answer.

“Well, let me take a look!” Olivender didn't stop, he pulled a long tape of silver scale from his arms and came to Ginny, "Madam first, Ms. Weasley, with which hand did you use the wand? ”

“Right hand!” Ginny answered in a low voice.

“Please lift your arms.” Olivender measures Ginny first from shoulder to fingertip, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally head circumference.

As he weighed, he explained to Ginny and Evan, "Each Olivender wand has a super powerful magic substance, which is what it is all about. We usually use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves, and every Olivender wand is unique because there are no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenix that are identical. Of course, if you used a wand that belonged to another wizard, it would never work like this. ”

“Always keep this in mind, the wand is choosing the wizard! ”

When he finished that sentence, he disappeared between dense and numb shelves, and Ivan didn't have time to relieve himself and saw him coming out with a box.

“There is no doubt that the Weasley family is very vulnerable to the unicorns.” Olivender whispered softly, "Try this one, fourteen inches, sandalwood, unicorn hair, a little curved. ”

Ginny just held it in her hand and he took it back.

“No, I think it's this one, made of willow and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, very elastic! ”

Ginny just picked it up, and a red light came out of the wand tip she was holding, like a fireworks, and Venus burst into all four walls.

“Extraordinary combination, perfect for manipulating spells, your spell class will definitely do well.” Immediately afterwards, Olivender turned to Ivan and said softly, “Mr. Mason, I think it's your turn. ”

Like Ginny, Ivan was accustomed to using the wand with his right hand, which was also the size first, but his selection process wasn't as simple as Ginny's.

Evan tried one after the other, all just in his hand, and Olivender took it away from him, which made him look a little silly.

“Just like Mr. Potter last year, a picky customer, but it doesn't matter, there's always a perfect, perfect one for you!” Olivender seemed happy, "let me think, oh, there it is, fourteen-and-a-half inches, vine wood, wand core is the night tail feather, this is the last wand my grandfather made, and he was a very famous wand maker at the time. ”

Evan just got in his hand, a stream of heat poured out of his fingers, and the tip of the wand emitted a white glow, like a ripple in the water, spreading out in a circle.

“Marvellous, very marvellous!” The softer Olivender's voice gets, "I don't really like to use the tailfeather of the night, but it goes without saying, Mr. Mason, that you and this wand are a very marvellous combination. ”

“Excuse me, sir!” When there were only two of them left in the house, Ivan whispered, “What made you feel wonderful? ”

Ivan is really curious that the inner core of this wand is the tail feather of the night, unlike any other wand made by Olivender.

“It is well known that nightfall is considered an ominous symbol.” Olivander stares at Ivan with his milky white pupils, "a very strange substance that only a wizard who can control death can control. ”

Olivender's voice seemed to fall from the sky, hearing his explanation, Ivan had an impulse to throw away the wand in his hand, weird, dead, ominous, he didn't want to just enter school, and was considered the successor to the Dark Demon King.

“Mr. Mason, the magic you just emitted has a very strong positive energy, which is the exact opposite of a nightingale feather, which is why I would say very marvellous.” Olivender is close to Evan's face and his voice is as low as a whisper, "Remember, it is the wand that is choosing the wizard, Mr. Mason, and there is no doubt that you will achieve extraordinary success in the future. ”

Evan was creepy, had the feeling that all the secrets were being read through, and he could be sure he wouldn't like Mr. Olivender.

After leaving the wand store, he was relieved.

Next, Mrs. Weasley leads Ivan and Ginny to Mrs. Morkins' robe boutique, but Ginny is very low compared to just now, as she chooses a uniform from among those old robes that suits her.

Ivan found it so cruel, especially when he had Mrs. Morkins give her a size and look at Ginny's sad face not far away, and he felt like a sinner.

“Mrs. Weasley, thank you for inviting me to your home. ”

“Dear Ivan, you don't have to be so polite. You and Harry are good kids, and Arthur and I are very welcome to our house.” Mrs. Weasley walked over and rubbed Ivan's hair and was relieved.

“Thank you, I would like to give you a gift as a thank you gift! ”

Ivan said somewhat awkwardly, "If you don't mind, I'd like to send Ginny a new robe. ”

“No, son, this is too expensive!” Mrs. Weasley looked stunned and Ginny, standing beside her, looked up.

“To me, this is nothing.” It seemed to me that Mrs. Weasley wanted to refuse, not give each other time to react, and Ivan continued to speak quickly, "You could think of it as a Christmas present I gave Ginny, after all we were friends. ”

More than ten minutes later, Mrs. Weasley finally agreed to accept the gift after Ivan persuaded her to look forward to and to stand aside and agree to a very affordable discount.

The next second, she held Ivan tightly in her arms, looking at Ginny, who was blushing, and Mrs. Morkins' smiling, non-smiling expression, Ivan was embarrassed for a long time.