Chapter 6： Ai Wen's wand

"Good morning!" An old man with a very shallow pupil was standing in front of them. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Mori Witt, it's so happy, twelve inches long, cherry wood, stronger." That is a magic wand."

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, I really like this wand." Mrs. Weasley hurriedly stood up and said hello. "This kid is Avon Mason, this is my daughter, Ginny Weasley, they are all This year, Hogwarts, a new wand, needs to buy a new wand."

"Of course, of course!" Ollivander's gaze turned to Ginny and Avon. "The wizard needs a wand to cast magic, but remember that the wand is choosing a wizard!"

Ai Wen swallowed, not sure how to answer each other.

"Well, let me have a look!" Olivier did not stop. He took a long tape measure with a silver scale from his arms and came to Ginny. "Ms. priority, Ms. Weasley, Which hand do you use the wand?"

"Right hand!" Ginny whispered.

"Please lift your arms." Olivier measured the size for Ginny, first from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, shoulder to the floor, knees to the armpit, and finally the head circumference.

As he measured, he explained to Ginny and Ai Wen, "Every Olifand wand has super magical material, which is the essence of it. We usually use unicorn hair. The phoenix tail feathers and the dragon's nerves, each of the Olifand wands is unique because there are no two identical unicorns, dragons or phoenixes. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to other wizards, There will never be such a good effect."

"Please keep this in mind, it is the wand who chooses the wizard!"

When he finished the sentence, he disappeared between the dense shelves. Ivan had not had time to relax, and he saw him coming out with a box.

"There is no doubt that the Weasleys are very popular with unicorns, and there is no doubt about this." Olivander whispered, "Come this one, fourteen inches, ebony, unicorn Mao, a bit bent."

Ginny had just held it in her hand and was taken back by him.

"No, I think it should be this one, made of willow and unicorn hair, eight inches and a half long, very strong!"

Ginny had just picked it up, and a red light emerged from the tip of the wand she was holding. It was like a fireworks like a star, and the beating spot was cast on the wall.

"The extraordinary combination is very suitable for manipulating the curse. Your curse class will definitely take good results." Then, Olifande turned to look at Ai Wen, whispered, "Mr. Mason, I think this round. it's your turn."

Like Ginny, Evan is also accustomed to using his right hand to use the wand. It is also the first size measurement, but his selection process is not as simple as Ginny.

Ai Wen tried one after another, just holding it in his hand, and was taken over by Olifande, which made him look a little stupid.

"Like last year's Mr. Porter, a discerning customer, but it doesn't matter, here is always the best, the most perfect, the best for you!" Oliver looked very happy, "Let me think about it." I think, oh, there, fourteen and a half inches, the vine wood, the core of the rod is the night tail feather, this is the last wand made by my grandfather, he was a very famous wand master at the time."

Ai Wen just received the hand, a heat flow from the fingers, the tip of the wand issued a white glow, like the ripples in the water, a circle of outward spread.

"Wonderful, very wonderful!" Oliver's voice became softer and softer. "I don't really like to use the tail feathers of the nightingale, but don't say, Mr. Mason, you are really a wonderful combination with this wand."

"Sorry, sir!" Aiwen whispered when there were only two of them left in the room. "Where did you make you feel wonderful?"

Ai Wen is really curious, the inner core of this wand in his hand is the tail feather of the nightingale, which is different from other wands made by Olivier.

"As everyone knows, the nightingale is considered a symbol of bad luck." Olivier stared at Irwin with a milky pupil. "This is a very strange substance, and only a wizard who can control death can control it."

Olifande’s voice seemed to float down from the sky. Hearing his explanation, Ai Wen had the urge to throw his wand in his hand. He was surprised, dead, and unlucky. He didn’t want to enter school, he was considered by others to be The successor of the Dark Lord.

"Mr. Mason, the magic power you just sent has a strong positive energy. This is the opposite of the energy of the night tail feathers, so I will say it is very wonderful." Ollivander is close to Ai Wen's face, low voice It’s like a whisper. “Remember, it’s the wand who chooses the wizard, Mr. Mason. There is no doubt that you will achieve extraordinary achievements in the future.”

Ai Wen is a creepy, feeling that all the secrets are seen through, he can be sure that he will not like this Mr. Oliver.

After leaving the wand shop, he was relieved.

Next, Mrs. Weasley led Ai Wen and Ginny to the Lady Mojin robes store, but compared with just now, Ginny was very low because she wanted to choose a uniform from the old robes. .

Ivan found this to be too cruel, especially when he asked Mrs. Morgan to measure the size of him, while looking at Ginny’s sad face not far away, he felt like a sinner.

"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for inviting me to your home."

"Dear Avon, you don't have to be so polite, you and Harry are good kids. I and Arthur are very welcome to come to our house." Mrs. Weasley came over and licked Ai Wen's hair and looked Happy.

"Thank you, I want to send you a gift, thank you!"

Ai Wen said a little awkwardly, "If you don't mind, I want to send a new robes to Ginny."

"No, child, this is too expensive!" Mrs. Weasley was horrified, and Jinni, standing aside, looked forward to her head.

"For me, this is not a big deal." It seems to be that Mrs. Weasley wants to refuse and does not give the other party a reaction time. Ai Wen continued quickly and said, "You can treat it as me. Ni's Christmas gift, after all, we are already friends."

After more than ten minutes, Ivan insisted on persuading, Ginny's gaze, and standing on the side of Mrs. Morgan's agreement to give a very good discount price and so on, Mrs. Weasley finally promised to accept the gift.

In the next second, she held Ai Wen tightly in her arms, looking at the red-faced Ginny, and the expression of Mrs. Morgan's smile, Ai Wen stunned for a long time.