Chapter 5: Have You Ever Seen a 1-Meter-Long Wand?

"Little wizard, your arms are very special. They are longer than children of the same age. Based on your future growth, you specially found these three."

"Aspen wood, twelve inches, unicorn tail hair, unicorn tail hair can release magic most stably, suitable for most wizards."

Hema took over the wand, a faint warmth gushed out from his fingertips, and finally condensed on the wand, golden light radiated in all directions.

Seeing the golden light, Hema's eyes sparkled brightly. After all, this was the first time he felt magic power appear in his body after he came to this world.

But before he got used to this feeling and looked for the flow of magic power in his body, Ollivander suddenly withdrew the wand in his hand.

"Okay, it fits perfectly, but I don't think it's enough."

Hema didn't understand what Ollivander meant either, and just looked at him suspiciously. After all, Ollivander said that it was the wand that chose the master, not the wizard.

In the situation just now, it was obvious that the wand had agreed to be its owner, but Mr. Ollivander took it back.

Then, Ollivander took out the remaining two, one was phoenix feather, walnut, and the other was dragon's nerve, grapevine wood.

The final result was similar to the first one, with a golden light coming out, and the last one even burst into a colored light, which meant that for Hema, they were all usable magic wands.

"Mr. Ollivander, didn't you say that the wand chooses its owner, not the wizard?"

"Yes, dear little wizard, what's your name?" Ollivander remembered to ask Hema's name.

"Herma Abbott."

"You are Hema Abbott!" Ollivander suddenly widened his eyes, then stared into Hema's eyes, and slowly fell silent.

"As expected...Since it's your words, then there is nothing wrong, just wait a moment." Ollivander walked deep again thoughtfully.

And Hema looked at Ollivander's back very puzzled. It seemed a little different from what he had imagined. It wasn't difficult to choose, but it was actually too easy to choose.

"Do you know why? Dear Senior Sister Xiao."

"Maybe it's because of your body?"

"Ah, what else can I say about my body?"

"Didn't you listen to what old Deng said that day? I heard it even in my deep sleep, saying that you are the product of a magic experiment."

"Although you survived because of the change of your soul, of course your body may also be considered a successful case."

"Is it that my body has changed? I don't feel anything about it, but if it's really because of this, then it makes sense."

Hema could only explain this in this way, and Hermione didn't know when she stood behind Hema.

She knew it had taken Harry a while to choose his wand, after all, so she was curious that Hema had the same situation.

Of course, in a sense, it was also collecting information on competitors in advance, and Hema's reaction with a high degree of adaptability to the wand still made her feel a little stressed.

Half a minute later, following a muffled sound from the back of the shop, Mr. Ollivander came over with a long box in his arms, and finally put it on the table with a snap.

I saw the dust on the table shake suddenly and spread away. Hermione stretched out her right hand and lifted it, but found that she didn't move it. What is it?

Hema also smiled wryly, stretched out two hands, and then grabbed it. It was almost one meter away! This is really a magic wand! '

"Mr. Ollivander, are you sure this is a wand...?"

"Uh... I didn't make this wand, it was discovered by my father and a good friend of his from some magical relic."

"After my inspection,

Thirty-nine inches, of ash, snake's nerve. It is a very ordinary or inferior product, but my father said that this wand is full of great power. "

"Although this is the case, no wizard has ever been able to activate this wand. It's not that it doesn't work smoothly, but it can't be used."

"But Mr. Hema, perhaps you..."

As he spoke, Ollivander looked at Hema expectantly, and slowly opened the box of the wand.

A black scepter with golden symbols engraved on the body and a dull blue crystal embedded in the top appeared in front of several people.

"It's a beautiful scepter, but it seems to be a scepter, not a magic wand." Hermione also involuntarily stretched out her small hand and touched the wand.

But in the next second, Hermione only felt a pain in her finger, and quickly retracted it. This wand is so strange!

"Student Hema...be careful, this wand seems...to attack people."

"Student, be careful, this thing seems to be a threat to the spirit body as well as the physical body."

Hearing what Hermione and Senior Sister Xiao said, Hema also nodded, but looking at this scepter, he was filled with a desire to subdue it at this moment!

"bring it on!"

Hema grabbed the wand with both hands and lifted the wand. He held the whole wand in his hand instantly, and a hot feeling surged from the wand instantly, as if touching a red-hot iron.

"Ah~! Ah!"

Hema then let out a low growl, but as the burning pain in his hand rolled up, the dim blue crystal also burst into brilliant brilliance.

'Roar! ! ! '

A few seconds later, Hema heard a shocking roar from the void, and the burning sensation in her hands dissipated a lot.

A faint energy surged from his body towards the wand, this energy was familiar to him just now, it was his magic power.

And at this moment, as the scepter stabilized, he could feel the magic power in his body that had been like a quagmire flowing rapidly and becoming active.

"Very good boy, this wand belongs to you now. I can feel the power emanating from this wand. I believe you will make a difference in the future."

Ollivander also showed a smile, and took out a pocket watch from his pocket, which contained photos of his father and grandpa.

"However, classmate Hema, but such a big wand, adults can't carry it around all day, it's too inconvenient."

"This can actually be solved with some spells, such as the infinite extension spell, but it's really inconvenient to cast spells."

Hearing what Ollivander said, Hema looked at the few magic wands she tried just now, and had an idea, if one doesn't work, then two!

"Mr. Ollivander, you said that the wand chooses the owner. Since they all agree, then I can just buy another wand!"

Ollivander was also taken aback, remembering that a wizard had actually told him about this in the past, but he finally refused, and the reason was naturally because of the adaptability of the wand.

1 bad wand is better than 10 bad wands, but this child is different, too adaptable, maybe an exception can be made.