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- In fact, Fish also knew that there might be some problems in doing so.
Unfortunately, I couldn't hold back.
Fortunately, as Mr. Ollivander said, this wand is indeed very hard, and Fisher bit down on it, leaving only a shallow layer of tooth marks.
However, it also seemed to be stimulated by this, and white light spewed out from the tip of the stick frantically, hitting the shelf next to it, blowing up the boxes above it.
"O running Gorgon!"
Professor McGonagall quickly pulled out his wand and cast a protective spell to block the white light that was still crazily ejected, and Mr. Ollivander also snatched the wand from Fish's mouth as quickly as possible.
Regardless of whether this wand is suitable for Fisch, after such a toss, it will definitely not serve Fisch.
"Fisch! A wand is not a teething stick! Not for biting!"
Professor McGonagall yelled at his cat child, and bowed and apologized to Mr. Ollivander while pressing his head.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ollivander, but some of the child's habits still haven't changed."
"It's okay, I can understand" Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand in his hand distressedly, then glanced at Fisher who still had a bewildered expression (pretending to be), and after a long sigh, he finally didn't intend to pursue the matter. .
"Just don't do this next time, not all wands are as hard as this one."
"Did you hear that? Fish!"
"Meow~"
Although he was very dissatisfied with the previous behavior of the little customer in front of him, Mr. Ollivander forgave him.
Whoever makes Fisch have an animal affinity, most people will not easily feel bad for him, even Dumbledore is no exception, let alone Ollivander.
Besides, Mr. Ollivander, who knew Fisher's "life experience", felt that it was justifiable. If other young wizards dared to do this, even if that person was the child of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Ollivander would not do him again. business.
So the selection of wands will continue.
Mr. Ollivander picked up a wand, thought for a while, then put it back, took out another wand from the bottom of the box pile, and handed it to Fish carefully.
"Hornbeam, phoenix feather, eleven and one-third inches, characterized by well very hard."
This time Fish didn't make any mistakes. He took the wand and waved it, nothing happened.
While Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief, he quickly took the wand out of his hand, and then took out the wand that had been put back before.
"Ebony wood, unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, very elastic Be careful, it's not as hard as the first two wands."
After repeated warnings, Mr. Ollivander handed over the wand to Fish.
This time Fisch's swing finally had some reaction, and a glimmer of light that would be ignored if he was not careful flashed across the tip of the staff, but that was all.
Such a reaction obviously did not satisfy Mr. Ollivander, who withdrew the wand and replaced it with a new one.
"Black walnut, Thunderbird's tail feathers, nine inches, not easy to control, but very popular with shapeshiftersnot too hard."
"Crackling."
A flash of lightning flashed, and this time the reaction was a little bigger, but Mr. Ollivander was still not satisfied.
"Mahogany, unicorn's tail, thirteen inches, pliable, good for Transfiguration."
Seems to be influenced by Fisch's "natural Animagus" status, Mr. Ollivander's choice of direction is focused on transfiguration.
Well, except for the hornbeam one.
The reaction of the first two wands made Mr. Ollivander feel that his train of thought was correct.
As a result, the moment Fisch grabbed the mahogany wand, Mr. Ollivander discovered that his guess was wrong.
Without waiting for Fisch to swing his wand, he snatched it back, shaking his head.
"It seems that we are going in the wrong direction" Mr. Ollivander picked through a pile of boxes for a long time before he found a wand and put it in Fisher's hand, "Yew, the heart nerve of the fire dragon , ten and two-thirds inches, a powerful wand."
Fish waved it, and a bunch of sparks popped out crackling.
"This is not right either."
The wand in his hand was withdrawn again, and Fish became a little impatient.
"Minerva."
FisherThe mouth looked at Professor McGonagall.
"You have to be a little patient, my dear," Professor McGonagall said soothingly: "The choice of wand is a very important thing for wizards, and it cannot be taken lightly."
"But this is really boring"
Fish was a little listless, and at first he would be attracted by those strange light effects, but after a while of novelty, he gradually became bored with this boring behavior of waving a wand.
"Oh I see!"
Mr. Ollivander seemed to have gained inspiration from the conversation between the two. Instead of searching in the pile of boxes at his feet, he searched the shelves again.
"Come on, try this one, made of plane wood, suitable for curious masters, the core is the tail feather of a phoenix, nine inches."
Fish, who had lost his initial enthusiasm, waved it casually, but Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up when nothing happened, and he clapped his hands suddenly, "That's it!"
Then another wand was changed for Fish to try.
"Meow!"
Fish has always been impatient with things that he is not interested in. If he didn't want a wand, he would have lost his temper and ran away.
After trying several wands back and forth, Fisch's heart became more and more irritable, and his little face became more and more stinky, but Mr. Ollivander seemed more and more happy.
For a wand maker, the more picky the customer is, the more fulfilling he will feel when satisfying the other party's needs.
"I think we're pretty close to a final answer."
Mr. Ollivander also saw Fisch's impatience. While he was replacing the wand, he was always comforting Fisch, preventing him from taking another bite of the wand he made.
"Maybe that's it."
Mr. Ollivander took out a wand with several vines intertwined together, and handed it to Fish.
"Grape vine wood, twelve inches, the core is the hair of cats and leopards. In order to test the effects of different cores, I bought it from the Cherokee tribe in Appalachia. The wand maker in North America Johannes Jonker was fond of it as a core, and after a few attempts I decided that phoenix feather, unicorn hair, and dragon's heart nerve were the best core materials."
When talking about wand making, Mr. Ollivander is a little eloquent.
"Although I no longer use cat and leopard hair as the core of the wand, there is no problem with this wand from materials to technology, and it is still one of my favorite works."
Although Ollivander said a lot, Fish was not interested at all. He took the wand casually, and was about to wave it casually as before, when he suddenly felt a heat in his hand holding the wand.
Fisch subconsciously followed the direction of that force, and swung his arm vigorously.
With his arms waving, the whole store was enveloped by a layer of vibrant green light, and new branches emerged from the wooden bookshelves and benches. The branches grew rapidly and stretched out, hanging layers upon layers. The green leaves, the dilapidated shops are instantly decorated with lush greenery.
"This is it!" Mr. Ollivander exclaimed excitedly: "There will be no more suitable wand for you! Mr. McGonagall!"
"The vine wood is more sensitive than any wand made of wood in terms of hit it off with the wand owner!" Mr. Ollivander explained excitedly to Professor Fish and McGonagall: "I have witnessed two similar scenes, This is the third time, and they are all grape vine wood without exception."
Fish was not interested in the cold knowledge of wands at all, and at this moment he was happily playing with the wand in his hand.
When I was using this wand just now, it felt different from other wands. The silver-eyed old man was a bit jittery, but he was really good at picking wands.
Fish held the wand, looked at Minerva who was paying Mr. Ollivander, and recalled the spells she had cast on herself
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Professor McGonagall turned around and looked at Fisher who was pointing his wand at him with a bewildered expression.
"The pronunciation is very accurate, my dear Fish, it's just that the spell is not enough just by shouting, but don't worry, there is still a month before the official start of school, during this time, I will teach you well, about the spell knowledge."
Professor McGonagall squatted in front of Fish, with a gentle smile on his face, gently stroking his head, and said softly.
However, Fish felt a chill down his spine at this moment. If he was in the form of a cat now, all the fur on his body would have exploded.
Fish blinked twice, quickly took back the wand in his hand, lay down on the ground, then lifted up his clothes, showing his belly to Professor McGonagall, with a flattering smile on his face.
"Meow~~~" (¡ñ?¦Ø?¡ñ)
?Recommendation ticket??Monthly ticket???, if he was in the form of a cat now, all the fur on his body would have exploded long ago.
Fish blinked twice, quickly took back the wand in his hand, lay down on the ground, then lifted up his clothes, showing his belly to Professor McGonagall, with a flattering smile on his face.
"Meow~~~" (¡ñ?¦Ø?¡ñ)
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