Chapter 6
This is a small and shabby shop. The golden sign on the door has peeled off. It reads:
Ollivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC.
In the dusty window, on the faded purple cushion, there is a lonely wand.
Looking at the words on the sign, William couldn't help laughing and said,"The ancestors of the Ollivander family should be Romans." Hearing this, Professor McGonagall asked curiously,"Mr. Cavendish, why do you say that?"
"The name Ollivander is probably related to olive, but olive trees are not native to Britain, but to Mediterranean countries. Combined with the time of 382 BC, I guess Mr. Ollivander's ancestors were Romans."
As a collector with a family heritage, William has studied history, culture, and art appreciation to avoid making mistakes when collecting.
As they were talking, William and Professor McGonagall had already stepped into Ollivander's Wand Shop.
The shop was very small, with nothing but a bench. Thousands of narrow boxes on the shelves were almost stacked to the ceiling, making people feel that they would collapse at any time.
""This gentleman's guess is correct. The ancestors of our Ollivander family are indeed Romans. Ollivander means someone who owns an olive wood wand."
A soft voice suddenly sounded, startling William.
An old man with white hair and beard and silver eyes walked out from behind the shelf. This was Garrick Ollivander, one of the three greatest wand makers in Europe.
"Good afternoon, oh, it's you, Minerva."
Ollivander smiled even more enthusiastically when he saw Professor McGonagall.
"Good afternoon, Garrick." Professor McGonagall smiled and replied
"Minerva, I am very happy to see you every summer, because your appearance means that another wand has met its ideal owner.
Although Ollivander is eccentric, he has a rigorous pursuit of his profession and is fascinated by the connection between wands and wizards.
Professor McGonagall is accustomed to this. After all, she has to deal with Ollivander every year, and it is no longer strange.
"Garrick, help this kid choose a wand."
"Minerva, the wizard does not choose his wand, the wand chooses its wizard. Ollivander emphasized solemnly.
"Well, the wand chooses its wizard. Professor McGonagall did not argue.
Ollivander nodded with satisfaction and looked at William.
"Learned little wizard, can you tell me your name?"
"William, William Cavendish"
""Okay, Mr. Cavendish, come here, let me see."
Ollivander pulled out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket.
"Which arm do you use the wand with?��"
"Right hand."William replied simply.
"Raise your arms, okay.
Ollivander began to measure William, first from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, shoulder to the floor, knee to armpit, and finally the head.
As he measured, he said,"Every Ollivander wand has a super powerful magical substance, which is its essence."
"We used unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon heart nerves"
"Every Ollivander's wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly alike."
"Of course, if you used a wand that should have belonged to another wizard, you would never get such a good effect."
Olivander chattered on and on about his wand-making philosophy, and the tape measure was operating automatically.
The whole process did not look like choosing a wand, but like a tailor taking measurements for clothes.
William didn't know what the use of measuring these data was. After all, an 11-year-old child is in the period of growth, and these data will soon be outdated.
William guessed that maybe these data could be used to calculate some body proportions. A person's body proportions should not change much. Of course, this was just his guess, and he didn't know the specific facts.
Ollivander turned and walked towards the shelf. After a while, he came back with several wooden boxes in his arms.
"Okay, Mr. Cavendish, try this one, black walnut, phoenix feather, eleven inches long, sharp and powerful, try to wave it."
William took the wand, but did not rush to wave it. Instead, out of the habit of a collector, he began to observe it carefully.
The appearance of this wand is very beautiful, the dark brown wand is calm and majestic, and the texture is delicate and soft, which is in line with William's aesthetic taste.
Seeing that William did not move, Ollivander thought William was nervous, so he smiled and encouraged:
"Mr. Cavendish, don't be too nervous, just follow your heart and try it out."
Hearing this, William smiled shyly, without any excuses, and waved the wand in his hand.
""Pow!" A ball of fire burst out and almost burned Ollivander's beard.
"Uh... Mr. Ollivander, I'm so sorry." William said to Ollivander awkwardly.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's none of your business." Ollivander took the wand from William's hand and handed him another
"Try this one, made of ebony and dragon heart nerve, nine inches long, unique and tough."
This time, there was no fire, but a strong wind blew, and the whole store was filled with smoke, and the wooden boxes on the shelves fell to the ground.
This made William even more embarrassed, but Ollivander was still not angry. He cast a spell and everything returned to normal.
"Don't worry, let's keep trying, vine wood, unicorn hair, twelve inches, hidden and farsighted.
This time, before William could wave his wand, Ollivander took it away.
"No, try this one, made of yew and unicorn hair, nine and three-quarter inches, brave and outstanding."
William tried one after another, but Ollivander was not annoyed at all, but seemed to be getting happier and happier.
"What a picky guest. However, the pickier he is, the more it shows that the wizard is extraordinary. Mr. Cavendish will surely achieve extraordinary success in the future."
"Let me think about it... Oh, I got it, how could I have forgotten it"
"Hornbeam and unicorn tail hair, eleven and a quarter inches long, a sole, pure, passionate hobby, my own wand is made of this material, try it now."
William took the wand mechanically. In fact, this was the nineteenth wand he had tried, and he almost had muscle memory.
However, when he got the wand, William instantly felt at ease, and his intuition told him that this was the wand.
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