Chapter 5 Holly Wood, Snake Monster Venomous Teeth, Phoenix Tail Feather

Author: Aurora Scatters

Chapter 5 Holly Wood, Snake Monster Venomous Teeth, Phoenix Tail Feather

People are actually very adaptable, just like if you stay in the toilet for a long time, you won’t be able to smell the smell.

Or the environment adapts to you, or you adapt to the environment, Harry obviously can't do the former, so he can only choose the latter.

Half-dead Hagrid dragged his heavy steps towards the Burnt Cauldron Bar, while Harry walked in the direction pointed out by Hagrid, and the Ollivander Wand Shop was in the middle and back section of Diagon Alley.

The buildings here are much dilapidated than the lively commercial street in front. There are only three or four shops that have business signs, but they are all deserted. The most conspicuous at the intersection is the Ollivander Magic Wand Store.

Harry stopped under the shop sign and looked up.

Ollivander: Well-made wands have been made since 382 BC.

The ad's introduction is no problem, and it is very consistent with the definition of a wizard wielding a small wooden stick. However, the dusty window shows not the lonely wand placed on faded velvet, but a strange wooden tube that looks like a rolling pin. Looking at the labels above, you can tell that this is the first generation of new magic wand designed for Europeans by Rioke Ollivand in 1230, imitating the Oriental Fire Staff.

Harry became even more silent, but while he was silent, he suddenly felt a little excited.

He pushed open the door, and the sound of the wind chime was crisp and pleasant.

The sound of ‘Lingling ~’ came from somewhere deep in the store.

The front hall of the Ollivander Wand Store is very small and has nothing but a bench. At the back of the counter, a huge wooden rack extends to the ceiling more than ten meters high. Small boxes are piled up on the shelves, all kinds of long black boxes.

There seems to be some mysterious magic hidden in the dust and silence here.

"Good noon." A soft voice said, frightening Harry, and Ollivander floated out of the darkness behind the counter like a ghost. He had big bright eyes, and his pupils were light in color, which made him look a bit like a ghost.

"Good noon, old man." Harry took a deep breath and calmed down his mood.

"Oh, yes," Ollivander said, "Yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, that's not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother's. She came here to buy her first wand. It was just yesterday's event, ten and a quarter of an inch long, willow wood, and the trigger was clattering, so crisp, it was a good wand for casting spells."

Ollivand walked to Harry and stared at him with his moon-like light silver eyes. Harry's hair stood up and his back felt cold. He seemed to have been seen through, his eyes as if they were magical.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany, eleven inches long, has good rebound, excellent flexibility, fast continuous shooting, stronger strength, and can't be better for transforming. I said your father likes it-in fact, the wand chooses the wizard."

Ollivand got closer, but not looking at Harry's eyes, but staring at the scars on his forehead. Harry had never hidden him. To him, a Glock tattoo on his forehead was actually quite handsome, and it matched his Stallone-like tendon flesh.

“It’s different, it’s really different.”

Ollivander's finger touched the scar on Harry's forehead, and he murmured: "There is indeed a subtle difference, it's such an interesting discovery."

"What?" Harry asked with some difficulty.

"Your scar." Ollivand withdrew his finger and stepped back a little. "This is a magic wand I sold. It is thirteen and a half inches long, purple-shirted wood. It is very powerful and extremely powerful. Most people can't pull its trigger, but it falls into the hands of the bad guys."

"A Desert Eagle with a 50-caliber?" Harry said the pistol he saw in his dream.

"I don't know what it looks like afterwards, maybe it's, or maybe it's not. If there was a wand that recognized two wizards at the same time, I mean if, because this kind of thing could never happen, it would look different in the hands of two wizards."

"The wand chooses a wizard, and the wand recognizes a wizard, and the wizard will affect the wand. They are one and one that influences each other."

"Wand science is a very profound science. If you are interested, Hogwarts has introductory books. On the east side of the library, the bookshelves No. 133, the seventh book on the left of the second floor. I read it back then. It was written by my great-great-grandfather. Now it can still be used as a good book for introductory."

Ollivander's memory is so strong that he is at least a hundred years old, but there is no need to hesitate to recall these things. Harry people should be a super memory group.

"Then let's measure the size first." Ollivand took out the silver scale measuring tape, "Which hand do you use?"

"Either left and right hands are OK. I have exercised specifically to make the left hook can also KO with one blow."

This is one of Harry's tips for winning the ring game. Generally speaking, the strength of the left hand will be a little weaker and the defense will be slightly weaker, but the difference in the fist strength of Harry's left arm and right arm will not exceed one kilogram.

"Then open your hands, okay, that's it."

The clear and slender and powerful hand was delighted by Ollivander. He also took advantage of this gap to talk to Harry about the wand, which was exactly what Harry wanted.

"Mr. Olivande, the wand I saw in the window display was the first new wand in Europe. What did the old wand look like before?"

"This." Ollivander was slightly stunned. Few people were interested in wand science. It was the first time he heard a guest ask about this.

"Look, there are all the magic wands that have been used by wizards from ancient times to the present. Look at the first row, it is what the wand originally looked like."

Harry's eyes moved upwards, and the wall shrouded in darkness was now illuminated by soft lights from unknown places, revealing its few-person side.

But after seeing this thing, Harry became even more restless.

"Why. Why does this thing look like a whip for sheeping?"

Harry pointed to the door of the wand in the first row, and the wand on display was a wooden stick with a rope as thick as a little finger at the front. When he continued to look back, the wand slowly turned into a long piece of wood, tied with one or several ropes at both ends, some of which looked like some kind of strange string instrument. In the third row, the wand turned into a curved stick, turning it into a bow and arrow.

"The original wizard used magic to 'shoot', that is, when waving a wooden stick, it threw magic from wires woven with magical creature hair and other objects. The accuracy of this was not good, so it was quickly improved to a plucking style, which was the second row, and then evolved into a bow stick, which was the third row. From 445 AD, European wizards used it on a large scale until - in 1000 AD, Eastern wizards invented a new wand, but due to the chaos of the times, the concept of the new wand was not passed on here until 1230, and has been improved and used to this day."

"Although many new-style wands look like they are, we still use the word wand as a name for it, and you can also call it a gun."

"Okay, Mr. Porter, you can put your hands down."

Ollivander completed the measurement and turned toward the shelf behind the counter.

Soon, Ollivander, who had returned from his body, brought several boxes.

"So try this, made of beech wood and dragon teeth, the excitation nucleus is made of the dragon's heart nerve, nine inches long, which refers to the length of the gun chamber, thirteen inches in total, and the trigger is moderate. You can try it."

"Hit?" Harry reached out and took the wooden flintlock handed over by Ollivand. This old antique Harry had seen it in the pirate movies of his previous life. In this world, they used local electric stun guns. The world used electricity very early, thanks to a natural storage transistor that is widely present around the world.

"Yes, I'll try to know if a wand has chosen you. Pulling the trigger to activate the nucleus is the easiest test. The magic power in your body can be transformed from it into a carrier of the spell. It used to be an arrow or something, but now it is a bullet."

"But please rest assured that the converted bullets do not have the orthodox magic power without using the spell."

"No warhead?" Harry asked.

"You understand it very accurately and correctly." Ollivand nodded and looked at him with approval. "You can aim here, there are test targets."

Ollivand pointed to the right side of the counter where a dummy was placed as a target.

Although he got the one not the modern pistol that Harry used in his previous life, but the ancient flintlock rifle, this wonderful feeling still made him feel burning in his heart.

‘What a broken wooden stick.’ Harry had long since thrown the Rausch’s wand aside in his heart, ‘This is the guy that real men should use!’

Harry turned the spear coolly, put his fingers into the trigger guard and made the flintlock rifle in his hand turn. Then he grabbed his fingers and pulled the trigger without aiming.

With a "bang~", a stream of black smoke suddenly exploded. Harry, who was so fumigated that he coughed repeatedly, found that the flintlock rifle in his hand was stolen.

"This is not OK, this is not suitable." Ollivander spoke repeatedly, and then stuffed a new one, "Try this, ebony rhinoceros horns and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long."

Harry tried one flintlock after another, but none of them could make Ollivand nod. The boxes on the counter were piled up higher and higher, but the more so, the more Ollivand became interested.

"A picky customer, um? It doesn't matter. I think you can always find a perfect, perfect, and most suitable for you here - let me think about it - Oh, if there is, how could there be no - extraordinary combination!"

"Holly wood, snake monster fangs, phoenix feathers, the ultimate collision of death and rebirth, eleven inches long."

"Remember what I said just now, Harry?" Ollivand hesitated when handing out the gun, and said, "The man who left a scar on your forehead, the wand he used was purple-shirt wood, snake monster fangs, and phoenix feathers."

"It is a twin pair with the current wand. It is based on the two longest and sharpest poisonous fangs of the same basilisk, and the two longest and most gorgeous tail feathers of the same phoenix."

Ollivand solemnly gave this flintlock rifle. No, he handed the wand to Harry, "Try it."

Harry felt a little pressure, and he became nervous as he picked up the wand that seemed to be wrapped around the thread of fate.

He held the gun in both hands, then pointed it at the dummy target and pulled the trigger!
Chapter completed!