At midnight, Merlin carried the gifts in several bags, pushed open the door of the shop in front of her and walked into it.

Whether in Mr. Arthur or Hermione, Merlin had heard of the name of the wand master Ollivander several times. They praised the wand craftsman and praised him as the best wand maker in the world.

But to be honest, the dilapidated, ancient shop in front of you that exudes a strange smell is always somewhat inconsistent with the identity of the master who is famous in the wizarding world.

The space in this store is small, smaller than any magic shop Merlin has visited before.

Its interior is decorated with nothing but a bench and an old counter.

But what surprised Merlin was that on the huge stand in front of him, thousands of narrow boxes for wands had almost been shaped to the ceiling.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are at least 3,000 magic wands here. Merlin didn't even dare to open the spiritual vision. He didn't need to look at it, and he could easily feel the magic rippling in the hall.

It was the breath of countless faint magical powers fused together, just like

The countless magic wands in front of us are singing together.

This is a simple and spectacular miracle.

"Oh, there are not many guests at this time."

A slightly tired and slightly exhausted voice appeared in the shadow next to Merlin.

As Merlin's gaze, an old man in a wizard's robe walked out of the shadow slowly. He was holding a brush in his hand, probably cleaning the dust of these magic wand-carved brackets.

The wizard looked very old. His face was covered with wrinkles and silver hair on his head. Although it had not been carefully taken care of, the temperament of this old wizard added a touch of mystery to him.

What is most memorable is that this old wizard has a pair of special silver-white eyes.

“Master Ollivander.”

Merlin leaned over to the master of staff making in front of him, and introduced himself:

"My name is Merlin. I heard your name from a friend. I came from North America just to buy a magic wand that suits me here."

"No, no!"

Ollivander was not very happy with Merlin's compliment. Instead, he put down the brush in his hand and said in a serious tone:

"It's not you who choose the wand, young people, it's the wand that chooses you."

"Always remember this, it is not just your weapon, it is an extension of your magic, an extension of your will and soul, it is not only a proof of your identity, it is also an old friend you have been with for the rest of your life."

"Well, I remember."

Merlin nodded, and he had no intention of arguing with the old wizard in front of him.

Merlin didn't know much about magic.

However, in the biography of "Hogwarts, a School History", which he was reading, which teaches magic common sense, the characteristics of the wand made by Ollivand are detailed.

It is said that this old wizard made wands for generations. The history of their family can be traced back to the Roman era. The wands made by his wizards were better than any other wand.

The Ollivander family is first-class in the selection and matching of the materials of the stick core and stick wood. They inherit many secrets in their family, which can perfectly integrate the stick core and stick wood. It is said that it also inherits a kind of perceptual magic that allows the wand to freely choose the ideal master.

But Merlin came here not to covet the secrets of the old wizard family.

His purpose is very simple. Like other little wizards who come here, he is to choose a magic wand that suits him.

"Then let's start."

The old wizard doesn't look like a chatty person.

In other words, he enjoys his work more than chatting.

"Every wizard should have a wand that fits his magic power, which can make the magic you release stronger and easier to manipulate. Moreover, when holding a wand, the wand itself resonates with the magic power of the wizard, and can make the magic power in your body flow more smoothly."

Ollivand turned around, stepped on the wooden ladder, took the box of three magic wands on the stand, placed it on the counter, and made a "please" gesture to Merlin.

"Let me try it first and let me see the nature of your magic."

Merlin looked at the three magic wands in front of him, and shook his head, not trying like other wizards.

He is not a naturally awakened wizard, which means that he cannot use the wands of ordinary wizards.

He looked at the puzzled Master Olivand in front of him, he hesitated for a moment and said softly:

"I should not hide it. My magic comes from the demon. I am not the magic of natural awakening. Master, do you have any suggestions for my situation?"

Meilin looked at the master of staff in front of him with a hint of anxiety. He was ready to be bombarded the next moment.

After all, he knew that traditional wizards hated everything related to demons and devils.

But beyond his expectations, Master Olivand did not show a disgust expression. On the contrary, his silver-white eyes blinked, and then reached out to take back the three magic wand boxes in front of him.

He said calmly:

"Oh! This is a rare situation. Well, my ancestors occasionally encountered such wizards in the Middle Ages, but I have never encountered many in my life. To be honest, this is really curious."

Behind him, Merlin watched the old wizard slowly put the wand box back on the shelf. He asked softly:

"Don't you hate demon walkers like me?"

"Hate?"

Ollivander stood on the ladder, and he looked back at Merlin, and he said:

"Why hate it?"

"Will you hurt me? Will you try to ruin my store and my job?"

"No, I have no malice."

Merlin replied, Ollivand shrugged, and he asked with a smile:

"Then why do I hate you?"

"I'm a very pure craftsman, Merlin."

"If it weren't for the process of making a magic wand that I wouldn't even waste my time at Hogwarts. What I care about is the wand, and only the wand, and other things are not within my considerations. The only thing I care about"

The master of staff took out a dusty box from the third floor bracket. While blowing the dust on the box, he climbed down the ladder and said to Merlin:

"The only thing I care about is whether you can find the right wand here, and whether you can be selected by these cute little guys."

The old wizard walked forward slowly, complaining like an ordinary old man as he walked:

"The wizards have some rigid and inappropriate bad habits. They hate this and don't like that. They also like to proclaim some decrees on their own, but they don't care whether it will affect others. Because of their preferences, I even had to give up making some interesting things that can attract my interest."

Ollivander placed the worn wooden box in his hand on the counter and said to Merlin:

"For a craftsman, this is simply an unbearable invisible imprisonment. But the good news is that I, who was once young and passionate, made many interesting attempts in an impulse. Although this work looks a bit outrageous, it is also made by myself, so try it, kid."

The master of staff reached out to open the wooden box, and a magic wand appeared in front of Merlin.

In the black velvet lining, a fifteen-and-half-inch wand was lying quietly in the box.

Merlin had seen Hermione's wand, Arthur's wand, and Auror's wand. All of the wands were black without exception and had similar appearances, all of which were simple embellishments of several wooden sections.

All the wand makers don’t seem to like fancy decorations very much. The wands they make are all in a simple style.

But the wand in front of Merlin was different.

It is red, to be precise, dark red. It is like evenly brushing a layer of well-textured red paint on the wood.

It is in three sections in its entirety, and from the side, it looks like an irregular cone.

This wand made by Master Ollivander when he was young was out of the handle, with a slightly weird decoration. Three sculptures like demon claws were carved on the wand, which looked like two-thirds of the remaining rod body extending from the ghost claws.

This decoration made the wand look a little weird, with a hint of gloomy temperament.

No wonder, the old wizard would say it was a bit "rebellious". The old-fashioned and serious orthodox wizards would definitely not like it.

“It’s made of yew.”

Ollivand introduced to Merlin:

"Since this tree contains toxic sap, yew is often associated with magic and death in the Mediterranean. After the outer bark of yew dies, new trees will continue to grow from the center of the tree. Therefore, during the Roman period, it was regarded as an "undead tree". In some secret systems, it also symbolizes the reincarnation of the soul."

Ollivand told Merlin about the story of Zishanmu. He looked at the magic wand in front of Merlin. He had a trace of nostalgia, and he said:

"In England, the ancient Celtic priests also regarded the yew as a symbol of immortality and immortality. The magical nature contained in trees is biased towards darkness, destruction and death. Only those wizards with the talent of black magic can be recognized by the purple-shirted wood wand, but that refers to other wands, not this one."

"This one is unique."

The master of the staff made his fingers stroked the red ghost claw wand, as if he was stroking his lover's skin, and he whispered:

“When I made it, I didn’t use the materials that were often used in the wand core.”

"At that time, I had a sudden idea and used a demon's horn to ground it into powder, and decorated it with the specially treated Ye Qi tail feather. Such casual actions have always been disgusted by the masters of the sticks, because it will easily cause bad things."

"But it succeeded."

"Even I myself did not expect that this wand would be made so smoothly."

Ollivand withdrew his finger, he looked at Merlin, a slight ray of turbulence flashed in his eyes, he said:

"I thought it would never see the light of day again, because in this era, under the pursuit and supervision of stereotypical wizards, few people can get power from demons and will not be retaliated by the power. The blockade of dimensions is very solid. In this era, demons who can pass by the boundaries are either weak, too weak or too weak, or very strong, so strong that they can make the entire wizard world tremble."

The old wizard took a step back, waved his hand and added several defensive magic to himself, and then made a "please" posture to Merlin, he said:

"Try it, oh, by the way, I have to remind you"

"It has a bad temper, and is greedy."

Merlin looked at the red wand in front of him, and he took a deep breath to calm his mood. After a few seconds, he stretched out his finger and held the red wand in front of him.

The entry point is a bit heavy, at least heavier than Merlin imagined.

But it has excellent balance and feels perfect, just like an extension of your own arm.

"Try injecting magic."

Ollivander saw Merlin pick up the wand but was not attacked by the wand instinctively, and a trace of surprise flashed in his silver-white eyes. As a master of staff, nothing is more exciting than seeing the wand he made find his master.

Therefore, he urged in a slightly rapid tone.

Merlin nodded and cautiously injected the dark magic power in his body into his wand. This action was like awakening the sleeping wand.

The next moment, a faint buzz echoed from the wand.

It is like a hungry child, instinctively absorbing the magic of darkness.

It longs for this magic that comes from the same place as it comes from.

In just a few seconds, Merlin's magic power went from being actively injected from the beginning to being instinctively absorbed by the wand. The ingestion speed became faster and faster. After a few seconds, the cold wind began to echo in the small shop.

Ollivander and Merlin both heard the sound of a giant beast swallowing water.

"Do you want more?"

Merlin felt the trembling of the wand in his hand, and he said in a gentle voice:

"Okay! I'll give it to you!"

Merlin completely let go of the control of the magic power in his body, allowing the magic power to pour into the wand in his hand like a tide.

The more magic power the wand absorbs, the slower the dark magic will erode his soul and body.

Under the cover of the increasingly heavy dark mist, Merlin's suppressed spirit became more and more relaxed until the last moment, the existing dark magic in his body was almost two-thirds of the wand was drained away.

It was not until this time that the red wand's desire for magic was satisfied.

With Merlin's wrist waving, the dark mist in the shop obediently separated out at this moment, and a ball of light like a red flame wrapped around the top of the wand in Merlin's hand, like an open lantern.

The full red ghost claw wand stayed gentlely in Merlin's palm, as if he had actually gone home and fell asleep lazyly.

"very nice."

Master Ollivander looked at the gentle wand in Merlin's hand, and a purely satisfied smile flashed across his wrinkled face.

He said to Merlin:

"It's yours, sir, use it well."

Merlin looked at the wand in his hand that seemed to be extending his soul, and he whispered:

"Then can I name it?"

"Oh? Give the name of the wand?"

Master Ollivand blinked and said to Merlin:

"Very few wizards treat their wands like this, but if you really want to do that, then do whatever you want, anyway, it's yours anyway."

"All right."

Merlin placed all the remaining Jingalon in his pocket on the counter of Master Ollivander, and the Staff Master did not refuse the reward that was far more than the cost of making a magic wand.

He looked at Meilin, and Meilin looked at the red wand in his hand. Under the dim light, the surface of the wand was shining with a dim red halo.

This reminded Merlin of his once lost birthday gift, and he whispered to his wand:

"Hello"
Chapter completed!