Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Ollivander, who was pacing back and forth in the hall, suddenly stopped, as if he thought of something, and an excited expression suddenly appeared on his face. Then Ollivander hammered his left hand with his right hand, then hurriedly turned around, ran to the shelf at the back and immediately started rummaging through it.

Wright took a small step back. The suddenly excited staff maker looked a little strange, as if he was really stupid at this moment. In order to protect his life, Wright thought it would be better to avoid Ollivander at this time.

But this time Ollivander's search for the wand took an unexpectedly long time. Wright waited there for a long time and couldn't help but yawned. After a while, seeing that Ollivander still hadn't come back, Wright walked to the workbench. The wands he tried just now were not put back into the box by Ollivander and put back on the shelf. Instead, they were all put on the shelf. on the workbench.

Wright picked up the wand made of ebony wood and phoenix tail feathers. It was a very unique wand that could easily leave a deep impression on others. Of all the wands he had just tried, this one left the most unique impression on Wright because it was the smoothest and most sensitive of them all.

Wright tried to inject the shadow energy into the wand. When he tried the wand before, he had been waving it casually. Although it could produce certain effects, it was all passive. This time, Wright took the initiative to pour energy into the wand, hoping to see what would happen. However, Wright's attempt this time seemed to be a bit out of control. The shadow energy in his body seemed to have found an outlet and kept gathering at the top of the wand.

Wright quickly turned sideways and pointed the tip of his wand towards the blank ground. Then Wright closed his eyes. He didn't dare to see what kind of sensation the shadow energy injected into the wand would cause. But after a while, there was no explosion sound in Wright's ears, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

At this time, a black energy beam began to slowly take shape along the wand's body, extending nearly half a meter from the top of the wand. At this time, Wright was holding the wand like a Jedi Knight's lightsaber. Wright swung down, following the trajectory of the lightsaber, a deep crack was silently drawn on the ground.

"Wow! Cool!" Wright was a little surprised by the effect and couldn't help but blink.

"Ka, ka..."

The sound of wood exploding suddenly came from his hand. Wright looked down and saw that the originally smooth ebony stick suddenly had a dazzling crack, and this crack was gradually expanding. Through the gap of the crack You can also faintly see the fiery red phoenix tail feather core inside the staff.

"Well, it seems that what I thought is indeed right. Although you can fit most wands, not all of them are suitable for you." Ollivander suddenly appeared in front of Wright at this time, with his hand in his hand. Holding a box with a dim light flowing faintly on the surface.

Wright originally wanted to put the wand behind his back, which was a normal move. It's like when you accidentally broke a cup at home when you were a child. When an adult found out, the first thing you did was not apologize, but try to hide the cup you just broke.

But almost instantly Wright realized that this was a magical world, and from what Ollivander said, he had noticed something was wrong with the wand in Wright's hand. This made Wright couldn't help but stop hiding the wand behind his back, and then raised the wand with both hands to the level of his chest.

Seeing Wright's childish behavior, Ollivander couldn't help laughing, his silver-white eyes curved into a crescent moon. It’s been a long time since I met such an interesting kid!

Ollivander took the wand that Wright held up to his chest with one hand, and the box he took out from the back with the other. There was no doubt that there was a wand in the box, but what surprised Wright was that this box was completely different from all the previous wand boxes. The outer shell of the wand box exudes a faint brilliance, as if it is not storing a wand, but sealing a wand.

"Well, this wand is almost completely damaged." Ollivander rubbed the ebony wand and made an evaluation based on his professional standards.

"Is it possible to repair it?" Wright asked Ollivander with little hope. Who knew that this extremely tough-looking wand would be damaged to this extent after just one try.

"Of course!" To Wright's expectation, Ollivander nodded, "But even if the appearance of this wand is repaired, the magic of the wand will not return to its original state, and it will try to use magic again. The only known way in the world to repair other wands requires the involvement of the most powerful wand."

"Okay." Wright nodded with some disappointment. It seemed that this unexpected expense had to be paid. "I am willing to bear the cost of this damaged wand, but can you tell me what the most powerful wand is? ?”

"Of course it's the Elder Wand that was already told to us in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"!" Ollivander said slowly.

Although he already knew the existence of the Elder Wand, Wright still perfectly pretended to be cute at this time.

"The Elder Wand is too far away from us. Let's take your wand back!" Ollivander handed the damaged wand to Wright, and then opened the wand he had been holding in a way that Wright could not understand at all. The stick case in my hand.

Wright took the ebony wand, put it into the pocket on his waist, and then watched Ollivander's operation intently.

The lid of the stick box was slowly opened, and the scene inside the box instantly caught Wright's eyes. The wand box was covered with a layer of scarlet velvet, and in the center of the velvet was placed a completely black wand. Wright couldn't tell the material of the wand, but it didn't look like it was made of wood.

Ollivander reached into the box and took out the wand, then handed it to Wright solemnly.

"Try this one again, unknown material, unknown core, nine and nine-tenths of an inch long."

Wright took the wand, but the feeling this wand gave him was completely different from the previous wands. If the previous wands were extensions of the body, then this wand seemed to be a part of Wright's body. Wright did not try to wave the wand, but held it tightly, knowing that he could never refuse this wand.

"Great!" Ollivander laughed.

Wright didn't speak, but looked at Ollivander who was laughing with doubts.

After laughing for a while, Ollivander stopped and looked at Wright with his unique silver-white eyes: "Mr. Paz, this wand is from the Alchemy War...cough!"

As if his throat was uncomfortable, Ollivander coughed violently, and then continued: "It was given to the ancestors of the Ollivander family by an alchemist, and it cannot be considered a work of our family. But our ancestors have always told future generations to wait for the owner of this wand to appear. Now, it is yours! Remember to treat it well!"