Chapter 6 6, Semi-Finished Products

The voice was very familiar, and the rampant laughter had just ended.

A tall and thin body knocked open the door of Ollivander's shop, and the handsome boy walked out. His eyes were full of red, his body trembled slightly, and he admired a yew wand in his hand with great excitement. Hoffa and Indo at the door completely turned a blind eye.

The air was filled with violent magical energy, and Hoffa's hair was blown tousled.

Looking at the boy's leaving back with lingering fear, Indo asked in a low voice, "Who is that? How could he have such powerful magical power at this age."

Of course Hoffa knew who it was.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The future Lord Voldemort has got his first assistant in his life, a powerful yew wand. No wonder he was so excited, but it was a pity that the wand was still ruthlessly abandoned by him after accompanying him for more than fifty years.

Shaking his head, Hoffa said to Indo: "Shall we go in together?"

Indo shook his head: "Go in by yourself. Goblins don't need magic wands, and they won't go into this kind of shop. This old guy's staff also includes goblin bones. I'm afraid I'll kill him if I see him."

Hoffa was dumbfounded, and had to push away Ollivander's shop alone.

Just at the moment of entering.

Ding!

System, the current secret realm - [London Wizards Market]

When the exploration speed reaches 50%, get spell fragments (1/3)

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a group of hazy fragments.

Hoffa wanted to search for the fragment, but it was out of reach.

He had no choice but to give up this idea and deal with the current scene instead.

In front of him, thousands of boxes were densely stacked from the ground to the ceiling, and the air was filled with silence and solemnity.

Ollivander's Wand Shop is a family owned business.

The family's history of making wands can be traced back to 382 BC. The original meaning of the surname Ollivander is --- a person who owns an olive wood wand. Therefore, some people, including this generation of Ollivander himself, believe that their ancestors followed the Romans to England.

The owner of this generation of Ollivander stores is Garrick Ollivander.

He didn't look as old as he was described in the book 50 years later, but a vigorous middle-aged man.

It's just that the middle-aged man looks a little dull now.

Ollivander didn't notice Hoffa's arrival, he still opened his mouth, standing in the pile of scattered wooden boxes, immersed in the horror just now.

Until Hoffa stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Hey, hello."

Garrick Ollivander turned his head in shock. When he saw the new client, he quickly rubbed his face. "Sorry, lost my mind, you have absolutely no idea what just happened."

Hoffa said quietly, "I know, I want to buy a wand."

Ollivander murmured, "Of course, people who come to my shop come to buy wands. Left or right?"

"Right hand."

"Put your arms up."

He measured Hoffa, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head.

As he measured, he said: "Every Ollivander wand has a super strong magical substance, which is its essence. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon heart nerves...  "

Hoffa chuckled: "Are you going to say the same thing to everyone?"

Ollivander was slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

"Impolite boy, I am a businessman, do you understand? A businessman!"

As he spoke, he swiftly packed up the boxes on the ground, and stuffed wands into Hoffa's hands one by one.

"Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches... no no no!"

"Unicorn hair, rosewood, thirteen inches... no no no!"

"Dragon tendon, walnut, nine inches... No, no, no!"

"Beech, Veela hair, 10 inches... No, of course not, what am I thinking?"

Ollivander moved the box quickly while chattering.

The wands turned around in Hoffa's hands like a revolving lantern, but he felt that holding these wands was the same as holding an ordinary wooden stick, and nothing happened.

"Applewood, 17 inches, no."

"Acacia, 14 inches, no."

"Cedar, 9 inches, no."

"Ash, no."

"Sorashiki, no."

"Fir trees... no!"

"Cedarwood....No!"

"Cherry wood... no!"

"Black prickly pear wood, oh, it still doesn't work!"

...

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the pile of empty boxes under his body was getting higher and higher, and Hoffa couldn't help but yawned. If he hadn't received the notification from Hogwarts, Hoffa would almost have doubted whether he really had the talent for magic.

He glanced outside the store, and Indra turned around impatiently.

Finally, when both Ollivander and Hoffa were standing in the waist-deep pile of boxes, Ollivander couldn't run anymore, and he asked out of breath, "Are you really a wizard? Or are you really a wizard?" It's a squib."

Hoffa, who was overwhelmed by the pile of boxes, said helplessly, "Do you want to see my notice from Hogwarts?"

"Ugh!" Ollivander whispered annoyedly.

"How could such a thing happen, it shouldn't be!"

This incident also exceeded Hoffa's expectations. He didn't expect that he would not match so many wands.

But to go to school you must have a wand.

Hoffa scratched his head and asked hesitantly, "Are there any other staff makers in Diagon Alley?"

These words poked Ollivander's nerves, and his pale gray eyes widened.

"What? You doubt my skills! Let me tell you, from 100 BC until now, there has never been a wizard's wand that Ollivander couldn't make. Even Merlin has used our family's wand!"

Hoffa didn't speak, and the two stared at each other in the pile of boxes.

There was an extremely awkward silence in the air.

After staring at each other for a while, Ollivander suddenly asked softly, "You don't seem to be British."

"Half and half, I don't know too well, but my father is from Huaxia." Hoffa said.

"Oriental?" Ollivander smacked his mouth, "I see, their habits are indeed different from ours."

After speaking, he waved his wand, and all the boxes put away their wands and returned to their original positions.

"follow me."

Hoffa followed Ollivander into the back room of the store.

Here, there are many kinds of materials piled up, such as feathers, hair, nerves, hearts, spider legs, wood from various trees, and even a skeleton of a goblin. Hoffa wondered why Indo was unwilling to come in. Speaking of which, making a staff is quite cruel.

Under the pile of materials, Ollivander bent down and dug out for a long time, and finally took out a crumpled gray box. As soon as he blew, a huge amount of dust was raised.

Gray boxes become black boxes.

Ollivander stood in front of Hoffa with a solemn expression, and opened the box.

In the box, lay a magic wand quietly. It is not right to say that it is a magic wand, because it still has some knotty spots on its body, which looks a bit rough, and it is not as delicate as the wands outside. Like a branch cut straight from a tree.

A magical feeling appeared in Hoffa's heart.

It's looking at me.

Hoffa realized this.

It's a little exciting.

Hoffa stretched out his hand without hesitation, and grabbed the quaint branch.

At this moment, a touch of blood connection appeared, and a kind of vicissitudes and gentle warmth flowed through his body. The thousand years of lonely waiting almost made him want to cry.

Nothing happened, but Hoffa knew that this was the partner he was meant to be with.

He let go, and the strange thing happened, the wand did not fall. It floated over Hoffa's palm.

Floating, he saw the only artificial trace on the wand.

At its tail, there is a deep notch. It has a slightly faded red paint on it.

It was a square font.

【seal up】

After admiring the full view of the wand, it fell back into Hoffa's hand.

A smile appeared on Hoffa's face, and he looked at Ollivander happily, hoping that he could explain to himself.

But Ao Lianfan's eyes were full of suspicion. He turned around with his hands behind his back.

"How could this be...how could this be?"

"What's the matter," Hoffa asked, "how much is this wand, and I want it."

"money……"

Ollivander coughed: "Forget it, the wand chooses the owner, that's it. But I have to remind you, this wand is an unfinished product. If anything happens, I will not be responsible."

"What?" Hoffa asked in surprise, "Unfinished product, what do you mean?"

Ollivander spoke up.

"More than 100 years ago, my grandfather Gabord Ollivander once traveled to India with the Queen's ship. There was a very high snow mountain at the border between the Qing Dynasty and India. There was a tree under the mountain. The local people call it the Bodhi tree.

My grandfather stayed there for a while, and when he left, an old monk gave this branch to him as a gift, saying that it contained magical powers.

My grandfather didn't feel the power and just brought it back as a souvenir. My father didn't find it peculiar either, and neither did I.

A few years ago, I wanted to make it into a magic wand, but found that it couldn't match any wand core, dragon heart, phoenix feather, or unicorn hair, so I kept it here. "

As he said that, Ollivander became emotional, "I always thought that what my grandfather brought back was just a piece of wood without magic... Now it seems really strange that there is wood that can cast spells without relying on magic substances..."

Hoffa was surprised: "So this thing is a branch?"

"That's right." Ollivander shrugged. "But it's my precious souvenir. If you want to buy it, you have to pay me double the price."

Hoffa....

It was almost dark when I walked out of Ollivander's store.

In the distance, there are red clouds of fire, and there are some wizards walking hurriedly on the road. Looking at their attire, many of them were purchased from Diagon Alley after get off work at the Ministry of Magic.

Hoffa stood outside Ollivander's store, looking at the linden branch engraved with the word "seal" with joy.

I thought I finally had a magic wand of my own.

After spending 20 Galleons, Hoffa got his own wand. And Ollivander also "generously" gave Hoffa a calf leather case that can be tied on the arm. For daily wand wear and maintenance.

Indo waited outside and almost fell asleep. When he saw Hoffa coming out, he couldn't help cursing: "Have you fallen in love with that old man? Have you been in for so long?"

Hoffa was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with him. He put away his wand and patted the goblin on the shoulder.

"Okay, young demon, don't be so impatient. Would you like to have a drink together?"

"Fuck!" Indo said angrily, "I was waiting for you to come out, just to tell you. I promised you to get the book and the wand before dark, and now I have done it, so our contractual relationship is over. .”

"Hey," Hoffa was taken aback, "Where are you going?"

"Wherever I am going, I have said that I am a goblin from Hegoland, Germany, and now I am going home." Indo said.

Germany... Hoffa was in a good mood, so he couldn't help but say a little extra: "Then don't get caught in the war."

"Why, you also think that you will fight?" Indo glanced at Hoffa, "These guys in England don't think so, there is a word in Muggles, what is it..."

Indra tilted his head in thought.

"Appeasement," Hoffa sighed, there is no way, everyone wants peace, even if it is an imaginary peace.

"That's right, it's appeasement. You know a lot." Indo muttered, "Don't worry, I don't like wars either."

After speaking, he raised his finger.

Hoffa took a step back. Is this an action to cast a spell and leave?

However, there was no response, and Indo looked at Hoffa with a hesitant expression.

"Hey, are you going to King's Cross Station?"

Hoffa nodded: "I will."

"The platform is between the ninety-two platforms, and you have to run all the way to cross."

Hoffa laughed, of course he knew all these things, but he always felt weird when he said this from the goblin's mouth. Maybe this guy isn't such a jerk as he looks.

"I see, thank you for letting me know, it was a great help."

"Hmph!" Indo proudly said, "You are a little clever, but you are only 11 years old after all."

"Okay, okay, go back to your Black Golan Island." Hoffa said helplessly.

Indra raised his finger, but finally let it go again.

Hoffa was speechless, "What are you doing again?"

The goblin did the unthinkable. He took off one of his silver earrings and clicked it into Hoffa's ear. The pain brought tears to his eyes.

Hoffa glared at Indra. "what!?"

Indo laughed loudly, "I admire the man who dared to come out to find a job at such a young age. If you want to find a job in the future, you can come to me, not in Diagon Alley. There is no lucrative job here."

After speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The goblin's figure instantly disappeared into the air.

Only Hoffa was left rubbing his bleeding ear, cursing on the spot: "You bastard!"