Chapter 18： Fisch's Wand

In fact, Fisch also knew that this was probably a problem.

It's a pity, I can't help it.

Fortunately, as Mr. Ollivander said, this wand is indeed very hard, and Fisch bit it on, leaving only a shallow tooth mark.

But it seems to have been stimulated because of this, white light spit out frantically from the tip of the stick, hit the shelf next to it, and exploded the box above it to pieces.

"Gore, running wild!"

Professor McGonagall quickly drew out the wand and cast a protection spell to block the white light that was still spraying crazily, and Mr. Ollivander also snatched the wand from Feish’s mouth as quickly as possible.

Regardless of whether this wand is suitable for Fisch, after all this tossing, it will definitely not serve Fisch.

"Fish! The wand is not a tooth stick! It can't be used to bite!"

Professor McGonagall scolded his cat child while pressing his head to bow and apologize to Mr. Ollivander.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ollivander, some of the boy's habits have not changed."

"It's okay, I can understand..." Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand in his hand distressedly, then glanced at Feish who still had an ignorant expression (pretend), and after a long sigh, he finally had no intention of pursuing it.

"Just don't do this next, not all wands are as hard as this one."

"Did you hear that? Fei Xu!"

"Meow~"

Although he was very dissatisfied with the previous behavior of the little customer in front of him, Mr. Ollivander forgave him.

Whoever makes Phish have an animal affinity with him, most people will not easily feel bad about him, even Dumbledore is no exception, let alone Ollivander.

Moreover, Mr. Ollivander, who knows Fisch’s “life experience”, also feels excusable. If other little wizards dared to do this, even if that person was the child of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Ollivander would not be him again. Business.

So the selection of the wand will continue.

Mr. Ollivander picked up a magic wand, thought about it, put it back, took out another magic wand from the bottom of the pile of boxes, and carefully handed it to Feish.

"Carpinus, phoenix feathers, eleven and one-third inches, characterized by...well...very hard."

This time Fei Xu did not show any more moths. He took the wand and waved it, nothing happened.

Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly snatched the wand from his hand, and then took out the wand that had been put back earlier.

"Ebony wood, unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, very elastic... please be careful, it's not as hard as the first two wands."

After a lot of advice, Mr. Ollivander handed the wand into Fisch's hand.

This time Fisch's wave finally reacted a little, and a faint light that would be ignored if he was not careful flashed across the tip of the stick, but that was all.

Obviously such a response would not satisfy Mr. Ollivander. He took back the wand and replaced it with a new one.

"Black walnut, thunderbird tail feathers, nine inches, not very easy to control, but it is very popular with deformers...not too hard."

"Crack."

An electric light flashed, this time the reaction was bigger, but Mr. Ollivander was still dissatisfied.

"Mahogany, unicorn tail hair, thirteen inches, flexible, very suitable for transformation surgery."

seems to have been influenced by the identity of Fisch's "born Animagus", and Mr. Ollivander's choice of direction is focused on transfiguration.

Well, except for the carpinus.

The reaction of the first two wands made Mr. Ollivander feel that his thinking was correct.

As a result, as soon as Fisch grabbed the mahogany wand, Mr. Ollivander found that his speculation was wrong.

He didn't wait for Feish to wave his wand, he snatched it back, and shook his head at the same time.

"It looks like we are going in the wrong direction..." Mr. Ollivander picked up a pile of boxes for a while before he found a magic wand and put it in Fisch's hand. "Yew, the heart of the fire dragon, Ten and two-thirds of an inch, a powerful wand."

Feixu waved it, and a bunch of sparks popped up cracklingly.

"This is also wrong."

The wand in his hand was taken back again, and Fisch became a little impatient.

"Minerva."

Fei Xu narrowly looked at Professor McGonagall.

"You have to be a little patient, my dear," Professor McGonagall said soothingly: "The choice of a magic wand is a very important thing for a wizard. You can't be sloppy."

"But this is really boring..."

Feixu's whole person is a little awkward. At first, he would be attracted by those weird light effects, but after a period of novelty, he gradually became bored with this boring wand-wielding behavior.

"Oh I see!"

Mr. Ollivander seemed to have gotten inspiration from the conversation between the two of them. He didn't search in the pile of boxes at his feet, but searched on the shelf again.

"Come, try this one, Platanus platanus, suitable for curious owners, the core is the tail feathers of a phoenix, nine inches."

Fish, who had lost his initial enthusiasm, waved casually. Obviously nothing happened, but Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up. He slapped his hands suddenly, "That's it!"

Then he changed another magic wand for Fisch to try.

"Meow!"

For things that he is not interested in, Fisch has always had no patience. If he hadn't wanted a magic wand, he would have lost his temper and ran away.

After 　　 tried several magic wands back and forth, Fisch's heart became more and more irritable, and his small face became more and more smelly, while Mr. Ollivander appeared more and more happy.

For a wand maker, the more picky the client is, the more fulfilling the client’s needs will be.

"I think we are very close to the final answer."

Mr. Ollivander also noticed Fisch's impatience. While replacing his wand, he always comforted Fisch to prevent him from taking another bite of the wand he made.

"Maybe that's it."

Mr. Ollivander took out a magic wand entwined by several canes and handed it to Feish.

"Vine wood, twelve inches, the core is cat and leopard hair. This is what I bought from the Cherokee tribe in Appalachia in order to test different effects of the core, the wand maker in North America. Johannes Junkel likes to use it as a core, and after several attempts, I still think that Phoenix feathers, unicorn hair, and the heart nerve of the fire dragon are the best core materials."

Mr. Ollivander talked a bit about making wands.

"Although I no longer use cat and leopard hair as the core of the wand, there is no problem with the material and technology of this wand, and it is still one of my proud works."

Although Ollivander said a lot, Fisch was not interested at all. He took the wand casually, and was about to wave it like before, when he suddenly felt a fever in his hand holding the wand.

Feixu subconsciously followed the direction of the force and waved his arm vigorously.

As he waved his arms, the entire shop interior was enveloped by a layer of vibrant green light. New branches were drawn out of the wooden bookshelves and benches. The branches quickly grew and spread out, hanging layers upon layers. The original shabby shop was instantly decorated with lush green leaves.

"That's it!" Mr. Ollivander exclaimed excitedly: "There will be no more magic wand for you! Mr. McGonagall!"

"Grapevine Wood is more sensitive than any wand made of wood in terms of hitting it off with the master of the wand!" Mr. Ollivander excitedly explained to Professor Fesch and McGonagall: "I have seen it. There have been two similar scenes, this is the third time, they are all vines without exception."

Feishu had no interest in the cold knowledge of magic wands, and at this time he was happily playing with the magic wand in his hand.

When I just used this wand, it really felt different from other wands. This old man with silver eyes was a little bit polished, but he did have a good hand in choosing a wand.

Feishu held the magic wand, looked at Minerva who was paying Mr. Ollivander, and recalled the spell she had cast on herself...

"Yugadim Leviosa!"

Professor McGonagall turned his head and looked at Fisch with a dazed expression on his wand pointing at him.

"The pronunciation is very accurate, dear Fisch, it’s just that the spell is more than just shouting, but don’t worry, there is still a month before school starts. During this time, I will teach you well. Knowledge of spells."

Professor McGonagall squatted in front of Fisch, with a gentle smile on his face, gently stroked his head, and said softly.

However, Fei Xu felt a chill on his back at this time. If he is now in the form of a cat, all the hair on his body must have exploded long ago.

Feixu blinked his eyes twice, quickly retracted the wand in his hand, and lay down on the ground, then lifted up his clothes, and showed his belly to Professor McGonagall, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Meow~~~" (●?ω?●)

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