The Magic of Holowarts

Chapter 4 Magic Wand
Dumbledore asked Carl to go to Ollivander's wand shop first, he had to do something.

"Is anyone here?"

Carl watched as the store was empty and the shelves were lined with boxes for wands.

"Oh~ welcome, welcome, I know the new students at Hogwarts?"

Ollivander stepped out from behind the shelf.

"Yes, sir."

"I think you need a suitable wand, and every wizard needs his own wand."

As he said that, he rummaged under the shelf next to him. Could it be that he was looking for unsold inventory?

Carl would not believe the words that the wand chooses a wizard. Maybe there is a problem with the wizard, but it is obvious that Ollivander has been choosing a wand for the little wizard. This kind of nonsense has fooled generations of wizards. The key is that everyone still believes it. .

"Come on, try this."

Carl took it, and it felt good in the hand, but he couldn't put it in his trouser pocket, and it would break if he didn't pay attention.

"Wave gently."

Carl looked at his wand unresponsively.

Ollivander quickly took out another one, and took the one in Carl's hand back.

"This one would obviously be a better fit."

Carl's expression was blank, the wand was received in his hand, and he waved it directly.

No response.

Carl didn't wait for the dumbfounded Ollivander to react, and put the wand back into Ollivander's hand.

"Sir, obviously this one is not suitable either."

"Yes, yes, please wait a moment."

As he said that, he searched behind without turning his head.

But after trying several times, none of them fit, Ollivander was a little impatient.

"Holly, 11 inches, phoenix feather, bendable, this is an extraordinary wand."

Understand, this is the Harry Potter root, which is related to Voldemort's root.

With a little excitement, do you want to cut off the beard?
Picking up the wand and taking a deep breath, maybe it was a psychological effect, Carl felt that he could do it this time, and waved it lightly.

Anyway, there is a little reaction.

I saw a faint fluorescent light on the tip of the wand, which seemed bright but not bright. It felt like constipation, not very smooth.

Obviously this one is also inappropriate, but it proves that Carl is a wizard, not a squib to tease Ollivander.

"What a fussy customer."

Ollivander scratched the top of his head, which was not lush at all.

"Mr. Ollivander."

Carl looked at Ollivander seriously.

Offended, Ollivander rummaged behind the counter.

I tried dozens of them in a row, maybe it was really Carl's magic dish, but none of them were suitable.

Those wands didn't even bother to light a spark, and he was going to make do with Harry's one.

At this time, Ollivander was sweating profusely on his forehead, and he didn't dare to look at Carl's deeply suspicious eyes.

"Mr. Carl, please trust the craftsmanship of the Ollivander family in making wands. There must be a wand suitable for you here."

After gritting his teeth, he waved his wand unwillingly to return the various wands he had just tried to their original positions, and then waved the wand again to turn up the floor behind the counter, and there was still a wand hidden inside!

In the box he took out lay two identical wands, but much shorter than the others.

"Agarwood, 8 inches, ptarmigan hair, very tough."

Carlton is now in good spirits, agarwood is good!The key is that this thing is expensive!In the future, if you have no money, you can grind it into powder without loss!
Then there was some dissatisfaction.

"Why is it so short? Could it be that you made two wands out of one wand?!"

Ollivander's forehead actually had a lot more sweat.

"How come, Mr. Carl, I can help you make an extended handle, try it out, it is definitely the most suitable wand for you!"

Karl suspects he's right.

Picking up this wand, which is also very valuable in the Muggle world, felt different instantly, friendly, but it was a little bit less interesting, so the other hand picked up another wand, holding double wands in both hands.

If you hold two wands in one hand, isn't this a pair of thicker chopsticks?
But with the two sticks in hand, the slightly obscure feeling just now is gone.

The magic power in the body is intertwined with the wand without hindrance, and the body feels golden!

Gently wave the wand in the right hand, the light from the tip of the wand is soft but not dazzling, and the light lasts forever, and then wave the right hand, the effect remains the same.

"Amazing, you are the most picky and amazing customer I have ever seen."

"I want it all."

"A wizard can only choose one wand."

Although Karl was reluctant to give up, he still put down one of them, and the feeling of psychological discomfort immediately arose spontaneously.

Pick up and feel nothing.

Let it go, the discomfort hits.

Carl held a wand and waved it lightly and tried again. Although the tip of the wand could still emit soft light, it was much weaker. No matter how you looked at it, it felt half-dead.

"This"

Ollivander stared in disbelief, it was the first time in his wand-making career that he encountered such a miraculous thing.

"They should have been a wand, sir."

"14 galleons, two, thank you for your patronage."

The wizard's first wand has a Hogwarts subsidy, the price is 7 Galleons, and the childlike weapon, while the price of the second wand will vary greatly depending on the material and difficulty of making, but it is absolutely the same. It's more than the price of 7 galleons.

Obviously Ollivander wanted to reach a compromise with Karl to complete the deal.

"It's agreed to give you an extended handle."

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By the time he got out of Ollivander's wand shop, Carl had managed to put a pair of chopsticks that also functioned as a magic wand into the cyst, plus two extended handles that Mr. Ollivander enthusiastically presented, so that at least it looked no different than other wands. It's short, how can a wizard's wand be short!Absolutely not!
"Looks like Mr Carl has finally picked out his wand."

"Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore was standing not far away, holding a bird cage with a silver owl in it.

"Scottish round-faced fat chicken?!"

The owl's eyes widened instantly!
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Karl wanted to slap himself, why did he blurt it out? !
Dumbledore didn't ask why the owl was given such a strange name.

"Every little wizard should have his own owl, so that it will be much more convenient to communicate with family and friends in the castle. Please accept the entrance gift of an old man."

Carl was instantly touched.

The old man is a nice person, able to deal with.

This owl is in perfect condition, obviously carefully selected, and probably not cheap.

"professor."

Dumbledore handed the cage to Carl.

"Accept it. If you don't want to accept the bursary, you should accept a little personal gift from me. After all, the day of retirement is nowhere in sight. I don't know if there is a chance that the pension will be spent."

"Thank you professor, I like this gift very much."

"Then it's time to take you home now. Today is a really busy day. I will pick you up again before school starts at King's Cross Station."

Carl was slipping a bunch of things in one hand, holding the birdcage in his arms, and quickly refused. He was ashamed to bother the old man for such a trivial matter as going to the station.

"Professor, I don't want to trouble you for such a trivial matter as going to the station. It has helped me a lot today. I can go to the station by myself, and Ms. Larena, please rest assured!"

Looking at Carl's firm eyes, Dumbledore knew that this was a sensible child.

"I believe in your child. If you can't find the platform, you can ask the family with the owl. The ticket is in the admission notice. I think you have kept it well."

"Of course, Professor, please don't treat me like a child."

Dumbledore laughed out loud.

"So, Mr. Carl, it's time for us to go back, and look forward to seeing you at our school."

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(End of this chapter)