ALL NOVEL Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts
Chapter 8 The Wand and the Attack
Chapter 8 The Wand and the Attack
"Yes, Mr. Ollivander."
William wanted to take half a step back, but he restrained his impulse in time - he didn't expect that, unlike the "predecessors", his experience in Ollivander would be like this
"Weird?"
He pressed the word to his heart.
"Of course, please sit down, this one"
As Mr. Ollivander said, he picked up two chairs that had fallen on the ground and helped them up.
"William, William Buffalo."
"Buffalo?"
The wandmaker repeated it twice.
"It's not a common surname in the UK.
Are you from America? "
Ollivander handed a chair to William, thought for a while, and wiped it vigorously with his sleeve.
"A previous guest was very picky about wands. I must say that the Potions professor at Hogwarts is probably having a headache. Are you left-handed or right-handed?"
"Right hand."
William stretched out his right hand and asked Mr. Ollivander to check - he took out a ruler and carefully measured - the length of the arms, the length of the knuckles, the distance between the arms, even the height and the circumference of the head.
"There's a wand that hasn't been touched in a while, but the connection is still tenuous. It's just kept somewhere else, isn't it?
Would you mind describing it to me? "
Measuring, Ollivander said.
"Yes, it was purchased at Beauvais's house. Wetland summer flower hawthorn wood, 12.9 inches, relatively hard. As for the core, I don't know."
William recalls his old wand.
"Beauvais. It's been a long time since I've heard that name. Is that woman named Violetta still making wands? Probably not.
The last time I heard of her was more than 50 years ago. "
Ollivander recalled:
"That woman, Violetta, always thought her secrets were well kept. But we all know that she secretly used the hair of the Werewolf to enhance her dark magic.
A very risky and radical choice. "
Even though William had just come to England, he knew that "adventurous, radical" in Ollivander's mouth was actually not a good word, as someone he knew on the ship told him:
"This group of British guys, you have to listen to what you say-they say you are funny, but they are saying that you are talking nonsense; if they praise you for being brave, they are calling you a fool."
although.
Just said.
He is from Orleans.
"Okay, I think I get it."
Ollivander let go of William's hand and said.
He disappeared into the sea of shelves on the side, and after a while, he reappeared as if by magic, holding many large and small boxes in his arms, piled up half a cent higher than his head.
"Try this one, 12 inches, aspen, unicorn hair core, very strong."
William picked up the wand and flicked it lightly, a wisp of gray smoke appeared at the tip of the wand—he didn't feel any resistance, but he didn't feel intimate with the wand as stated in the book.
Ollivander took his wand away.
"Not a duelist? Try it, 12.7 inches, alder of normal hardness, dragon's heart."
He slipped another wand into William's hand.
But obviously this one didn't satisfy Ollivander either.
"I see, black prickly pear, it must be for you. Thirteen inches, very strong, with a core from a black Hesidian dragon. It is said that even before it died, it remained quite aggressive."
As Ollivander said, he rummaged through the boxes in his bosom for a while before he took out a box and handed the wand inside to William—this wand felt very similar to the one he once owned, pure and pure. Black, with plain decoration only on the handle of the wand.
"Try it, shake it, and see if it responds to you." The wandmaker persuaded William softly, looking at his right hand expectantly.
William clenched his wand tightly, shook it up, and pointed forward obliquely——I saw a very dazzling light shining from the top of the wand, followed by a loud "boom", and the whole wand shop was suddenly covered in grayish-yellow dust !
"???"
"What the hell, what's going on, what's the matter?"
"The wand shop was blown up before school started, is it too late to run away with the bucket?"
Countless thoughts flashed through William's mind in an instant.
From checking whether Ollivander is still whole, to throwing the wand, and using ordinary people's transportation to smuggle to Alaska.
"Wait, it doesn't seem right. It's not that the store exploded."
William suddenly thought.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem. My glasses."
Mr. Ollivander coughed.
"Tergeo (Whirlwind Sweep)!"
Raising the wand, William uttered a spell, and the blackthorn wand was also very cooperative. The whirlwind shot out from the wand, sweeping away all the dust that filled the shop, and sent it out of the shop.
"Lumos Solem (Light as day)!"
A bright light appeared.
William finally saw that it wasn't an accident when he tried the wand that blew up Ollivander just now, but that a large piece of the shelf in the store suddenly collapsed for some reason.
"For Merlin's sake"
Ollivander let out a long, almost crying moan.
"Mr. Buffalo, I think this wand would suit you very well."
He looked up at William in embarrassment, his big eyes fluttered, and he looked watery, almost crying in the next second.
——For Merlin's sake, William really couldn't bear to just pay the money like this, and then turned his head and walked away.
"Mr. Ollivander, I think you need some help."
Sighing, William offered to speak.
He didn't expect that the first thing he would do after he got a new wand was to clean the place—and it didn't seem like it could be solved with a simple spell or two, each wand box had to be put on the corresponding shelf .
"These rows are classified according to the type of wand core: unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon's heart. Each material of the wand has a corresponding number, and the ones that lack elasticity are placed on the upper layer."
Ollivander carefully explained the way of sorting, while William continued to use the Levitation Charm and a small spell called "Wadiwasi" to sort the boxes on the shelf.
"Mr. Ollivander, I would like to ask, do you also use the existence spell to make the wand?"
William asked, thinking of his old wand.
In North America, they don't have such a tradition of choosing "partners" based on the characteristics of their owners.
——The wand maker will prepare many wands in advance for customers to choose when they enter the store. If they are satisfied, they will directly pay the money and take the wand away.
"of course not!
As brutal as the Existence Charm. Profane. Even to mention it is an insult to the art of wandmaking! "
Ollivander's originally soft voice suddenly became high-pitched.
"In the UK, we borrow more alchemy techniques and use ancient magic words to fuse wood and wand cores. Only by doing this can we best retain their magic power and fit the wand owner"
His words came to an abrupt end.
William heard a muffled "poof", followed by the sound of the box falling to the ground.
"Mr. Ollivander?"
Following the direction of the sound, and passing through two rows of shelves, William looked for the wandmaker's location.As he walked around the corner, a black figure suddenly ran over from the corner!
The signing contract has been issued.Hey!
(End of this chapter)
"Yes, Mr. Ollivander."
William wanted to take half a step back, but he restrained his impulse in time - he didn't expect that, unlike the "predecessors", his experience in Ollivander would be like this
"Weird?"
He pressed the word to his heart.
"Of course, please sit down, this one"
As Mr. Ollivander said, he picked up two chairs that had fallen on the ground and helped them up.
"William, William Buffalo."
"Buffalo?"
The wandmaker repeated it twice.
"It's not a common surname in the UK.
Are you from America? "
Ollivander handed a chair to William, thought for a while, and wiped it vigorously with his sleeve.
"A previous guest was very picky about wands. I must say that the Potions professor at Hogwarts is probably having a headache. Are you left-handed or right-handed?"
"Right hand."
William stretched out his right hand and asked Mr. Ollivander to check - he took out a ruler and carefully measured - the length of the arms, the length of the knuckles, the distance between the arms, even the height and the circumference of the head.
"There's a wand that hasn't been touched in a while, but the connection is still tenuous. It's just kept somewhere else, isn't it?
Would you mind describing it to me? "
Measuring, Ollivander said.
"Yes, it was purchased at Beauvais's house. Wetland summer flower hawthorn wood, 12.9 inches, relatively hard. As for the core, I don't know."
William recalls his old wand.
"Beauvais. It's been a long time since I've heard that name. Is that woman named Violetta still making wands? Probably not.
The last time I heard of her was more than 50 years ago. "
Ollivander recalled:
"That woman, Violetta, always thought her secrets were well kept. But we all know that she secretly used the hair of the Werewolf to enhance her dark magic.
A very risky and radical choice. "
Even though William had just come to England, he knew that "adventurous, radical" in Ollivander's mouth was actually not a good word, as someone he knew on the ship told him:
"This group of British guys, you have to listen to what you say-they say you are funny, but they are saying that you are talking nonsense; if they praise you for being brave, they are calling you a fool."
although.
Just said.
He is from Orleans.
"Okay, I think I get it."
Ollivander let go of William's hand and said.
He disappeared into the sea of shelves on the side, and after a while, he reappeared as if by magic, holding many large and small boxes in his arms, piled up half a cent higher than his head.
"Try this one, 12 inches, aspen, unicorn hair core, very strong."
William picked up the wand and flicked it lightly, a wisp of gray smoke appeared at the tip of the wand—he didn't feel any resistance, but he didn't feel intimate with the wand as stated in the book.
Ollivander took his wand away.
"Not a duelist? Try it, 12.7 inches, alder of normal hardness, dragon's heart."
He slipped another wand into William's hand.
But obviously this one didn't satisfy Ollivander either.
"I see, black prickly pear, it must be for you. Thirteen inches, very strong, with a core from a black Hesidian dragon. It is said that even before it died, it remained quite aggressive."
As Ollivander said, he rummaged through the boxes in his bosom for a while before he took out a box and handed the wand inside to William—this wand felt very similar to the one he once owned, pure and pure. Black, with plain decoration only on the handle of the wand.
"Try it, shake it, and see if it responds to you." The wandmaker persuaded William softly, looking at his right hand expectantly.
William clenched his wand tightly, shook it up, and pointed forward obliquely——I saw a very dazzling light shining from the top of the wand, followed by a loud "boom", and the whole wand shop was suddenly covered in grayish-yellow dust !
"???"
"What the hell, what's going on, what's the matter?"
"The wand shop was blown up before school started, is it too late to run away with the bucket?"
Countless thoughts flashed through William's mind in an instant.
From checking whether Ollivander is still whole, to throwing the wand, and using ordinary people's transportation to smuggle to Alaska.
"Wait, it doesn't seem right. It's not that the store exploded."
William suddenly thought.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem. My glasses."
Mr. Ollivander coughed.
"Tergeo (Whirlwind Sweep)!"
Raising the wand, William uttered a spell, and the blackthorn wand was also very cooperative. The whirlwind shot out from the wand, sweeping away all the dust that filled the shop, and sent it out of the shop.
"Lumos Solem (Light as day)!"
A bright light appeared.
William finally saw that it wasn't an accident when he tried the wand that blew up Ollivander just now, but that a large piece of the shelf in the store suddenly collapsed for some reason.
"For Merlin's sake"
Ollivander let out a long, almost crying moan.
"Mr. Buffalo, I think this wand would suit you very well."
He looked up at William in embarrassment, his big eyes fluttered, and he looked watery, almost crying in the next second.
——For Merlin's sake, William really couldn't bear to just pay the money like this, and then turned his head and walked away.
"Mr. Ollivander, I think you need some help."
Sighing, William offered to speak.
He didn't expect that the first thing he would do after he got a new wand was to clean the place—and it didn't seem like it could be solved with a simple spell or two, each wand box had to be put on the corresponding shelf .
"These rows are classified according to the type of wand core: unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon's heart. Each material of the wand has a corresponding number, and the ones that lack elasticity are placed on the upper layer."
Ollivander carefully explained the way of sorting, while William continued to use the Levitation Charm and a small spell called "Wadiwasi" to sort the boxes on the shelf.
"Mr. Ollivander, I would like to ask, do you also use the existence spell to make the wand?"
William asked, thinking of his old wand.
In North America, they don't have such a tradition of choosing "partners" based on the characteristics of their owners.
——The wand maker will prepare many wands in advance for customers to choose when they enter the store. If they are satisfied, they will directly pay the money and take the wand away.
"of course not!
As brutal as the Existence Charm. Profane. Even to mention it is an insult to the art of wandmaking! "
Ollivander's originally soft voice suddenly became high-pitched.
"In the UK, we borrow more alchemy techniques and use ancient magic words to fuse wood and wand cores. Only by doing this can we best retain their magic power and fit the wand owner"
His words came to an abrupt end.
William heard a muffled "poof", followed by the sound of the box falling to the ground.
"Mr. Ollivander?"
Following the direction of the sound, and passing through two rows of shelves, William looked for the wandmaker's location.As he walked around the corner, a black figure suddenly ran over from the corner!
The signing contract has been issued.Hey!
(End of this chapter)
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