Hagrid's pink umbrella is very strange.

William has seen him perform magic with this umbrella more than once.

But Hager said that his wand had been broken and refused to acknowledge the strangeness of the umbrella.

Although William was curious, he didn't care too much. He was just a newbie now and did not deeply realize how extraordinary it was to be able to restore the broken wand to its original power!

"Okay, our little wizard is also anxious." Ollivander turned his gaze to William again.

As he said that, he took out a measure of tape with a silver scale from his pocket.

"Mr. Stark, which arm do you use to make the wand?"

"Right hand."

"Well, lift your arms up, okay."

Ollivand began to measure William's size, first from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, shoulder to the floor, knee to armpits, and finally measure the head circumference.

William would like to ask: "Since you choose a wizard for a magic wand, the size of each wand has been made long ago. It will not be tailor-made based on the size of the wizard like a wizard robe... Now, what's the point of measuring it?"

But he didn't ask, he was so straightforward... he was easily beaten.

Ollivander measured and whispered: "Every Ollivander wand has super magical substances, which is the essence of it, Mr. Stark.

I am used to using unicorn hair, phoenix tail feather and dragon nerves.

Each Ollivander wand is unique because there are no two identical unicorns, dragons or phoenixes.

Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to other wizards, you will never have such a good effect."

The tape measure began to operate automatically, Ollivander shuttled between the shelves, constantly directing Cedric to select some long boxes to move downwards.

Cedric, the apprentice, is a coolie in a sense.

But Cedric was not at all impatient, and he could tell that he liked this job very much.

"Okay." Ollivand said, and the tape measure slid down to the ground and rolled into a ball.

"So, Mr. Stark, try this one, made of hawthorn wood and unicorn hair, ten inches, and it's still elastic."

As an apprentice, Cedric took out a shabby notebook. He did not open it, but said familiarly:

“Page 95, line 6.

Grigovic once said, 'The hawthorn wand is a magic wand full of contradictions. Just like the tree itself that has contradictory traits, its leaves and flowers can be used to heal, while the smell of its branches can kill'..."

Olivand nodded and started the on-site teaching:

Although I disagree with most of Grigovic's opinion, we resonate very much with the complex and fascinating nature of the Hawthorn Wand.

They only accept owners who are best for them.”

"Cedric, remember, in my experience, this wand will be favored by wizards who are going through their own confusion."

As he said that, Ollivand snatched the wand from William.

"It's obvious that it's not suitable for you, kid." Ollivander shook his head.

"Come and try this." He pulled out another magic wand with black patterns.

"Made of apple wood and clam nerves, nine and one quarter inch, very soft."

Cedric said quickly: “Page 1926, line 94.

Apple wood represents longevity, supplemented by clam nerves…” “That’s right! A combination of geniuses.” Ollivand rubbed his palms excitedly.

"The Eastern Wizards use this combination, and my ancestors have made similar wands for Nicole Lemay.

The effect seems pretty good, although people think it's because of time magic or philosopher's stone, try it, kid!"

As soon as William touched the wand, he felt the magic power pouring out uncontrollably.

Ollivand immediately grabbed the wand, but it was too late and the door was blown to pieces.

"Oh, sorry," William said.

"It's not your business, kid, the door will be restored soon, but this wand doesn't seem to be suitable for you."

Olivande became more and more excited. He hadn't seen such a picky customer for a long time.

"We'll find it, the one that's the most suitable, won't we?"

William tried one after another, and the wands he tried were piled on the bench, piled up higher and higher.

But Ollivand kept asking Cedric to pull the wand from the shelves, and he was trembling and in a state of excitement.

"A picky customer can't find the perfect match? It doesn't matter, I think, I can always find the one that is the most ideal, the most perfect, and the most suitable for you. Let me think about it. If you have it, how could it not be?"

Ollivand yelled, scaring Hagrid almost pinched his pink umbrella.

Ollivand jumped and jumped, as if he was crazy.

"Extraordinary combination, cherry wood, phoenix feathers, twelve and three quarters inch. Not bad, very hard."

He walked to the window himself and carefully picked up the wand lying quietly on the faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

William took the wand and felt a sudden heat from his fingertips.

He raised his wand over his head, waved down with a whirring sound, and saw a red light. The head of the wand was filled with gold like fireworks, and the jumping spots of light hit the four walls.

Mr. Ollivand shouted, "Oh, great, oh, really, great."

Cedric put his wand in the box and wrapped it in brown paper, while Ollivander stared at William with his pale eyes.

"This wand is the last wand my grandfather, Gabbard Otave Ollivander, who is also the greatest wand maker in nearly two hundred years.

The material is rare cherry wood. Since my grandfather started this combination, this wood has become the most popular material for Mahotokulo Magic Academy.

I thought this wand would be stored in the window forever for exhibition, but I didn't expect..."

Hagrid also applauded, "When I came to buy a magic wand when I was a kid, this one was already in the window."

William: “…”

Ollivand said that he was bluffing, but William wondered in his heart that the old man was sure that he was not responding to the "supply-side structural reform" proposed by the Ministry of Magic and carrying out inventory reduction?!

He didn't dare to say this, but said in confusion: "Mahotokulo?"

"Oh, that's the only magic school known in Asia, although I don't think this statement is accurate."

Ollivand said, packing up the blown-up door and giving Cedric a "you know" look.

Cedric nodded in a difficult situation, and took out a gift box from somewhere.

He still had a humble tone, but he turned into a salesman.

"I bought the wand, but it won't be over. This is a very expensive thing and needs regular maintenance.

But don't be afraid! Our Olivande Magic Wand Store has specially launched a summer maintenance package:

Just give three Gallons and you can get maintenance equipment worth five Gallons to keep your wand in your best shape forever.

If you pay for the Wujialong, you can also get a two-year warranty card in addition to the maintenance equipment.

During the warranty period, unless there is a breakage problem in the wand, our Ollivand Wand Shop will provide you with free repairs.

Of course, in addition to that, we also have a family package that can warranty all the wands of your family, but this is more expensive…”

William seemed to have seen the salesman at the barber shop again.

Before he could say anything, Hagrid stood up from the chair and shouted excitedly, "Come on, give me one!"

William: “…”

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(PS The picture of the protagonist’s wand has been posted in the comment section, which was chosen by the system for him.

Cedric reminds all wizards that as long as you submit a recommendation, the wand will have a lifetime warranty and also provide high-quality door-to-door service.)
Chapter completed!