Chapter 506: Ollivander

Felix spent the night directly at 'Future World'. Early the next morning, he went to a small and shabby store on the south side of Diagon Alley, the gold paint on the sign is peeling off, but the store is a big name in Diagon Alley because its name is Ollivander. As the tagline on the sign reads - Makers of Fine Wands since three hundred and eighty-two B.C. - the long history of excellent and consistent quality has led most British wizards to buy their wands here at Ollivander's, and it must be mentioned that this is also the only wand store that has established a partnership with Hogwarts, and all new students who will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will receive a discount when they purchase their wands here.

For many people, the first wand is often a lifelong partner. This makes the owner of the wand store - Mr. Ollivander - have a high status in the wizarding world and garner special respect no matter where he goes.

Today, the owner of the wand store hosted Felix.

"Thirteen inches, ebony wood, with dragon heartstring, a very aggressive combination - of course, I'm referring to the character of the wand - suitable for all types of offensive magic and transfiguration. Pretty much the most well-rounded class of wands out there, that was the masterpiece of my youth, and I've been looking forward to someone buying it for a long time."

Mr. Ollivander's light-colored eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.

"As it turns out, I was not wrong in my vision, and the wand's owner shined grandly." He said, "What would you like to buy, a wand maintenance kit? Containing delicate velvet cloth and beeswax, it's guaranteed to impress your wand-"

He looked at Felix, guessing where Felix had hidden his wand.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Ollivander, the wand is ruined." Felix said.

" Ruined?" Mr. Ollivander repeated, his large light-colored eyes blinking incredulously, "Do you mean broken, if it's just a minor problem, you can bring it to me to fix-"

"No, no," said Felix, "it is completely ruined, not a scrap of it can be found."

The old man went quiet and seemed to blend in with the dimly lit store, only his near-colourless pupils flickered.

"Is that so," he said softly, "I hope it did its duty."

"What?" Felix asked in surprise.

"I read the paper, Mr. Hap--the last task in the tournament of champions." Mr. Ollivander suppressed his voice and said, "You fought the You-Know-Who, no? The wand was destroyed at that time?"

"Yes, at the last moment." Felix said.

Mr. Ollivander became more excited, "It is true, I have been hoping to undo my mistake, it all seems like yesterday ... He Who Must Not Be Named, came over to purchase a wand alone, I received him and was pleasantly surprised by his wand choice, yew wood with phoenix feather core, very potent! ... I praised him highly."

"He must have been overjoyed." Felix said with an expressionless face, as if he is looking at a liar, "You said something similar to me back then, and just said it again."

"Ahem! You're not like him, I see nothing but pure fondness and a desire for magic in your eyes! I can see that ... but He Who Must Not Be Named is different, he tried his best not to show too much excitement when I told him he was born extraordinary," Ollivander gave a sly look, "I do say these things to many people, like a good Wish, and customers will be happy to hear it ... Moreover, I'm not really lying, wands choose wizards, wands assist wizards, and no one can determine one's future achievements."

"Not to mention that he did end up achieving great things, although it was in a bad way."

He lapsed into memory and snapped back a moment later, "Okay - Mr. Hap, so the purpose of your trip is?"

"To purchase a new wand."

"Ah, a new wand! Of course, it is." The old man said matter-of-factly, turning towards the shelves, "It may take quite a while though, adult wizards always have more trouble in selecting their wands, and there are more factors to consider."

"Mr. Ollivander-" Felix tried to interrupt him.

"... You should know Sirius Black? He tried a whole wall of stock ..."

"Wait, Mr. Ollivander. I would like to obtain an Elder Wand if I can." Felix said hurriedly.

Mr. Ollivander turned around with a peculiar gleam in his eye.

"An Elder Wand?" He whispered, as if he was both asking a question, and talking to himself.

"That's right, I wish to create an exclusive wand according to the standards of the ancient times, with me personally providing the wand core needed to make it," Felix said. He preferred to obtain a wand that perfectly matched his own than to chase after a vain legend.

"-What a surprise." Mr. Ollivander said hesitantly, "I rarely take on this kind of work, custom wands - always less stable and time-consuming."

"But you can certainly do it. When this need surfaced in my head, this was the first place I thought of." Felix said slowly, "You know what I mean, a legacy of over two thousand years, a combination of a genius brain and a lineage of wand ..."

"You've come to the right person, son." Mr. Ollivander said happily, "In the line of wand makers, the Ollivander family is the best in England!" He said, and then added in a whisper, "And probably the best in Europe."

"So, you agree?" Felix asked.

"I'm willing to try-" Mr. Ollivander said briskly, "It would be an honour to help a First Class Order of Merlin recipient, Mr. Hap." He bowed slightly and pointed to the scattered desk as he straightened up, where a daily prophet's paper is pressed under a thick book.

Felix pulled the paper out from under the book, and on it is a picture from yesterday's award ceremony. There are five people in the picture, Felix and Ms. Bones standing on either side, smiling faintly. The three people in the middle - Harry kept stroking his hair, trying to make it smooth out a little; Ron had a serious expression, but the next second he turned his back and secretly kissed the medal, and Hermione smiled brightly, rubbing her fingers over and over the pattern of the medal.

The headline of the newspaper article is "The Champions Who Thwarted the Dark Lord".

"Do you have any suggestions for the wand core material?" Mr. Ollivander asked.

"Of course I do." Felix looked up from the paper as one of his hairs began to grow rapidly, a dozen inches long, before breaking off at the root and floating toward the surprised old man. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴøvᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

"Huh?"

Mr. Ollivander caught the hair, and with his other hand, he took out a pair of glasses from the box and lowered his head to examine it carefully, "Wonderful ... super-strong magical substance, it's just amazing ... taking the liberty to ask, do you have humanoid creatures in your ancestral bloodline?"

"I don't think so." Felix said with a black face.

Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips, obviously somewhat unconvinced. "It's really no big deal, even though such a union goes against worldly notions, the offspring born can sometimes be enviously gifted, such as the professor of Hogwarts' charms class, you should know him ... and the little Beauxbatons girl I met last year, with Veela Blood ... Of course, I guess the Headmistress of Beauxbatons also ..." He closed his mouth, and his expression became serious, as he gazed down at Felix's hair.

"What's wrong?" Felix asked.

Mr. Ollivander looked up in surprise after a long time, "I see no trace of foreign origin, which means that even if your ancestors had a mixed blood, it was a dozen generations ago and can be completely ignored ..." he placed the hair carefully in a brown box. "I'm going to still use ebony and keep the measurements the same, as close as possible to your first wand - what do you think?"

"No problem." Felix said with satisfaction. At the moment, the wand could not be completely left behind, because he could not fully cast away the modern magic spell system yet, not to mention, that he felt that this system also had a lot of merits.

At that moment, a jingling bell came from the door behind.

Someone came in - long light yellow hair, pale sharp face, cold gray eyes, it is Lucius Malfoy.

Without moving, Mr. Ollivander closed the box containing Felix's hair and slipped it smoothly into the cupboard.

"Welcome, Mr. Malfoy." He said politely.

Lucius froze for a few seconds, his light-colored eyes bulged slightly, showing his surprise, and then he propped himself up with his cane, his expression reverting to cold - at the same time, the astral ray in Felix's eyes slowly converged.

Prophecy Orb ...

Felix recalled the information Lucius had revealed in the thinking room, and in addition to complaining about his gut-wrenching days, he incidentally revealed an important piece of information. Taking advantage of the disturbance in the Ministry of Magic yesterday, an Unspeakable under an Imperius Curse entered the Hall of Prophecy of the Department of Mysteries and tried to get a prophetic orb about Voldemort's fate, but got injured by a protection spell.

Broderick Bode, Felix had heard the name.

It was still a month ago, he had met Bode in the Hall of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries. At that time, in order to avoid being interrupted while studying the time energy, Felix had to regretfully knock him out. This man became unlucky twice in a row, Felix felt he also shared responsibility, so he planned to send an amulet anonymously ...

Well, a little token of appreciation.

...

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Hap." Lucius said politely and rustily, before turning to look at Mr. Ollivander afterward, "I came over here today to purchase a new wand, as my original wand was, unfortunately, destroyed due to an accident."

Mr. Ollivander looked at Felix and Lucius with an odd expression. It is quite rare to come across two cases of wand destruction in one day.

"Then I'll take my leave, Mr. Ollivander," Felix said, turning around slowly with a twitch in his heart.

"Oh, by the way--" he said in a provocative tone: "I heard that the dark lord who is hiding also lost his wand and had to snatch it from his servant-- - "Mr. Ollivander immediately looked at Lucius, Lucius's pale face turned red.

"Nonsense--"

"-- but this kind of practice can only be considered as a temporary means, Mr. Ollivander, so be careful, as his men will kidnap you away." Felix finished and walked towards the door.

He said this in order to remind Mr. Ollivander to be safe, and from the old man's silent action of picking up his own wand, his purpose was achieved.

As for Lucius, there is no need for Felix to worry - on the contrary, when he goes back to find the opportunity to report this to Voldemort, Voldemort will take it for granted. And Felix also took the opportunity to show the conflict between the two, so Lucius' undercover identity will also be hidden more deeply.

Felix pulled open the door--

"Wait, Mr. Hap." Mr. Ollivander suddenly called out. Felix looked back at him, puzzled. Meanwhile, Lucius is standing in the corner in silence, looking annoyed.

Outstanding acting skills.

"It's like this ... can I ask you a question?" After receiving an affirmative response, Mr. Ollivander asked, "Why did you call the wand you wanted like that?"

The Elder Wand?

"Isn't it fun to name your new wand after something from a fairy tale?" Felix replied with a smile.

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