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"Oh, it doesn't look like this one."

Looking at the blown vase, Ollivander shook his head.

He took the wand from Harry's hand and handed Harry a new wand.

"Try this one again, the one made of maple..."

……

Harry was very picky and tried more than ten wands in a row, but none satisfied Ollivander.

Remy, who was idle and bored, discovered another secret, a secret about Ollivander.

"Mr. Ollivander, I have a question I would like to ask," Remy said.

"Say, Mr. Barrett," Ollivander said.

"What's the use of Harry's data you just measured?" Remy asked.

"Oh, that's to calculate the most suitable wand length for Mr. Potter to wave, so as to narrow down the range." Ollivander explained.

"is it?"

Remy shook his head and walked to the table. The table was already piled with wand boxes and wands.

"Harry just tested a total of sixteen wands. The shortest wand is only seven inches long, while the longest wand is twelve and a half inches long. Isn't this range a bit too big? Or is it that Harry just tested it? In the process, it has been growing, shrinking, growing, and shrinking again?" Remy asked jokingly.

Ollivander opened his mouth, but no words came out.

At this time, Remy continued: "Mr. Ollivander, I don't have a problem with you, but Harry and I have to take the Muggle world's subway to the train station later, and we don't have that much time. What a waste, please show your true skills and choose the most suitable wand for Harry as soon as possible."

With that said, Remy picked up a wand and waved it casually.

The next moment, a dazzling bright light accompanied by a bang made Remy's eyes completely blank.

"Ah! My 24k pure titanium alloy dog ​​eyes!"

Harry, who was also trapped in the white world, was originally panicked, but after hearing Remy's call, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After about 20 seconds, the three people regained their vision one after another, and then they were all stunned.

Only half of the wand was left in Remy's hand, and the broken part was scorched black. It was obvious that it was not broken or broken.

"Um..." Remy blinked, looking slightly embarrassed: "Well... don't worry, I will pay for it, just treat it as if I bought it!"

Ollivander, who was holding the table, frowned and shook his head: "It shouldn't be. How could it explode? This kind of situation shouldn't happen..."

As he said that, Ollivander reached out and took the wand from Remy's hand, brought it to his eyes and looked at it again and again. After that, he lay on the ground looking for the remaining half and the debris blown up by the explosion, and kept chanting in his mouth. Nagging.

Looking at Ollivander who seemed to be having a seizure, Remy and Harry did not dare to disturb him. They stood there obediently and motionless.

After a while, Ollivander stood up. He looked around the small store like an eagle with sharp eyes, and then walked to the wall and pulled out a box.

"Mr. Barrett, try this wand." Ollivander said seriously.

Remy nodded and took the wand and waved it lightly. The next moment, a strong wind raged.

At the same time, the wand in Remy's hand exploded again, this time with only the handle left.

As the wand exploded, the wind stopped.

Harry looked at Remy with a horrified expression, while Remy frowned at the remains of the wand in his hand.

Ollivander also frowned and looked at the remains of the wand, and the shop became eerily quiet for a moment.

boom~

A wand box fell from the top, instantly triggering a chain reaction like a domino. A whole wall of wand boxes fell to the ground, scaring Harry so much that he hurried away.

This incident woke up the instigator and the owner of the wand shop.

"I think I probably know why Master didn't teach me magic."

"I think I probably know what's going on."

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

At the same time, in France, at Nicolas Flamel's home, Mrs. Flamel poured two cups of tea and left the house, leaving space for Nicolas Flamel and the newly arrived Albus Dumbledore.

"Nico, did you come to me because you were worried about the Sorcerer's Stone? Don't worry, I'm fully prepared and will never let anything go wrong with the Sorcerer's Stone," Dumbledore said.

"It's just a stone, I don't worry about that thing."

Nico Flamel shook his head, then picked up the box on the table, placed it between the two of them and opened it.

Looking at the gray translucent crystals in the box that were as big as sugar cubes, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly froze.

"Such powerful magic... Aren't these all magic stones?" Dumbledore asked.

"In a sense, they are indeed magic stones, but they are not magic stones."

As he spoke, Nico Flamel tapped his finger, and a crystal floated out of the box and floated in front of Dumbledore.

"The name of this thing is magic crystal. Just a magic crystal the size of a sugar cube has the same magic power as an adult wizard." Nico Flamel introduced.

Dumbledore nodded, he had already felt it: "So, what is its function?"

"Absolutely the same as a sugar cube."

Nico Flamel controlled the magic crystal to fall into the teacup in front of Dumbledore, and the magic crystal melted when it encountered water.

"Magic crystals are soluble in water. Drinking the melted magic crystal water can replenish a large amount of magic power... and at the same time add flavor to the drink in a sense."

Dumbledore nodded.

After the magic crystal melted, he found that the ordinary cup of tea in front of him suddenly became extremely attractive, but if he smelled it carefully, he found that it actually did not emit any aroma.

The tantalizing aroma is actually an illusion caused by the body's desire for magic power.

"What a great invention. If there are enough magic crystals, maybe I can still defeat Voldemort in a duel." Dumbledore said half seriously and half jokingly.

Nico Flamel did not answer, but took out another magic crystal and put it into his teacup, then raised the teacup and offered Dumbledore a cup from afar.

After taking a sip, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded: "The taste is unexpectedly good. It feels like a sudden rainfall on a gradually drying river bed, full of satisfaction."

As he spoke, Dumbledore took another sip and nodded as he tasted it.

"How many cups of tea can you drink in a row like this?" Nico Flamel asked.

Dumbledore thought for a moment: "Well, if it's an extreme case, I think I can probably drink ten drinks in a row."

"If I say that someone can drink it as ordinary water under any circumstances, including when the body is full of magic power, do you believe it?" Nico Flamel asked.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.