Alas, it's coming again.

Looking at Ollivander who was in a dull state, Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, raised his right hand and rubbed his slightly painful forehead. From yesterday to today, he had seen too many similar situations. Elena seemed to be able to question some common cognitions that everyone in the magic world had taken from some very strange angles.

"Ahem, Mr. Ollivander, you don't have to worry too much about this. As far as I know, most Hogwarts graduates still use the wands they bought when they entered school. Let's continue to choose wands as usual."

Dumbledore coughed lightly, glared at Elena, who was still trying to say something, and gently patted Ollivander's shoulder to try to get everything back on track.

"Oh, yes, yes. Dear, please lift your arms."

Ollivand suddenly came to his senses, snapped his fingers gently, and the silver tape measure automatically unfolded, flying to measure Elena. Ollivand himself shuttled between the shelves, busy moving the long box with a magic wand down.

"Every Ollivand wand has super magical substances, which is the essence of it, Miss Kaslana."

Olivand returned to Elena with a bunch of shaking long boxes and explained, "We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, dragon tendons and snake nerves as the cores. If you want to fully exert these powerful magic items, at least you need to grow up four or five years older."

"Dragon's tendons? Snake's nerves?"

The silver-haired luoli keenly captured the words in Ollivander's mouth. Before Dumbledore had time to stop him, he quickly asked, "After these magical substances were peeled off from the living magical creatures, they could still remain active - um, am I talking about the nature of magic?"

"Of course, in a sense, every wand has its own life. It's an art, not a simple little wooden stick."

The old man nodded proudly. The Ollivander family's determination of the core of the staff and the wood material of the staff, the process of integrating them into one, and the selection of the ideal master from the wand has always been a secret coveted by other wand makers.

"alright."

Ollivand obviously didn't have much thought of exploring this topic, so he pulled out a magic wand from the long box in his arms and handed it forward, "Then, Miss Elena, try this one. The grapevine wood and the dragon heart tendon, ten and three quarters of an inch, you should be more suitable for those with extraordinary wisdom."

Guru~

Just then, Ollivander was sure that he heard a very slight swallowing sound.

Elena took the wand and muttered quietly.

"In other words, the magic sealed in each wand... the ingredients (silently)... are all super long shelf life?"

As he spoke, the silver-haired little luoli's gaze slowly became hot. He raised his head and looked at the densely packed boxes around him. His little tongue gently licked his upper lip - each wand was a miniature can!

Buzz ~

The wand that Elena squeezed in her hand made a strange tremor, and the luster flowing on the wooden surface instantly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh, my goodness." Before Elena could react, Mr. Ollivander's face changed and he immediately snatched the wand from her.

"Maple, 13 inches long, the heart spiral of the Fire Dragon. Try it-" This time, before the silver-haired luoli even held the wand, the wand trembled slightly as her fingertips touched the wand, and then became disgraced.

"No, no - try this one, beech paired with unicorn tail hair, 9 inches 7, tolerant and full of wisdom, very flexible... Hiss..."

As Elena tried one magic wand after another, she could clearly see that a series of fine beads of sweat had emerged from Mr. Ollivander's forehead. The benches of the entire wand shop were filled with various magic wands on the floor, and without exception, they all showed a dead silence.

Even in the later stages, it was like some terrible infectious disease, rows of magic wands disappeared under Elena's fingers, and the entire wand shop was filled with an indescribable strange atmosphere.

"Hey, it's a bit too much?"

Elena raised her eyebrows in a little unhappy manner. Why do other protagonists all shine in various strange lights after entering the wand store? Only she is like a plague god. All the wands are like hers, and it feels like they are going to die when they reach her hands.

"Calm down, don't worry, don't worry."

Olivande took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. He took a deep breath, not knowing whether there were more ingredients to comfort Elena or more ingredients to comfort himself.

After operating the wand for so many years, Ollivander has never seen a wizard like this that can make the wands scare - yes, it is fear.

As the caster of these wands, he could feel the slight tremor on each wand with certainty, just as if the little animal had a fierce predator.

"A, a special customer. I think you can always find a product here that is least afraid of you. Well, I mean the one that is most suitable and close to you - let me think about it - right!"

Ollivand looked at Dumbledore, suddenly realized and slapped his forehead, rushed into the shelf and found a long box that seemed to be deliberately placed in the corner, and handed it to Elena solemnly.

"I think there should be no problem with the extraordinary combination of holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. The holly wood that symbolizes patience and perseverance, and the phoenix feathers that courage and hope."

"Well, Professor Dumbledore..."

Elena blinked and subconsciously looked back at Dumbledore. Isn't this the wand of the savior Harry Potter? She wasn't worried that the wand would choose her, she was afraid that if she accidentally scared the little wand to death, what should Harry come later?

"Are there any problems? As recommended by Mr. Ollivand, let's try it first..."

Dumbledore smiled gently, no more reactions.

"Ah—to be honest, I have an ominous feeling—"

Elena sighed, and picked up the wand in Ollivand's look of expectation and nervousness.

As she held the end of the wand, a loud phoenix chirping suddenly came to the entire Ollivand wand shop. The red glow flashed from the head of the wand, dyeing the space with a warm golden color.

Mr. Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief and clapped with a smile, "Oh, great! Really, great... eh?!"

I saw the wand held in Elena's hand as if it was suddenly going crazy, trembling violently at an unprecedented amplitude, which was more intuitive and violent than the state shown by all the wands before.

Whoosh ~

Pick.

Next, the crazy Phoenix wand broke free from the palm of the silver-haired little luoli, rushed straight upwards, hitting the hard ceiling heavily, and then lost its strength and fell back to the ground.

"Uh, so this wand that symbolizes courage... was it scared away by me?"

Elena rubbed her palms with a dark face and looked like a facial expression. Because she tried too hard, a clear red mark appeared on her palms. She had decided that during this time at Hogwarts, she must have a meal of phoenix meat to relieve her anger.

“…it should be, right.”

Olivand nodded a little dullly, looked at Elena with a sense of surprise and suspicion, and the "corpse" of the wands scattered all over the ground, and fell into a long silence. Even if he had not found a suitable wand for a while, he would not have found a suitable wand.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had been playing the spectator quietly beside him, suddenly broke and said.

"It seems like, Garrick, you need to customize an extra wand for Miss Elena Kaslana, just like you used to."

In fact, before Garick Ollivand took over the family business, most wand casters in the magic world were more casual in this regard. A customer would often give the wand makers the magical substances they prefer, inherited from their ancestors, or trusted by the family.

This perception was only changed until the appearance of Garick Ollivander, the Mr. Ollivander in front of them.

Garrick Ollivander is a purist who insists that the best wand core will never be the beard of a customer's favorite cat civet, or the fresh white branches that save the customer's father from poisoning, or the hair of a mermaid that the customer encounters while on vacation in Scotland.

On the contrary, the best wand should contain a magical core, and a carefully selected material that complements the characteristics of the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard that is most attractive to it.

Although people initially resisted this subversive way of making wands, people soon discovered the fact that Ollivand's wand was better than any other wand.

"Customized wand? It seems that this is the only way to go."

Olivande frowned. Although he was a little reluctant, it seemed that there was only one way. After all, the sign of the Olivande family that had been passed down for a long time cannot have flaws in his hands, but there is still a problem.

"I have a few options for wand material, but Albus, what should I use for the wand core?"

"A hair."

"My hair."

Dumbledore and Elena's voices rang almost at the same time.

Ollivand thought about it carefully, spread his hands and said seriously.

"No. If I'm not mistaken, this Miss Elena Kaslana should be a half-vesaiva, right? The magic material contained in her hair is not enough to build a powerful wand."

"She doesn't need a magic wand too strong." Dumbledore shook her head. "The magic potential in her body is amazing enough. For her, the most important thing is to learn how to control it, rather than pursue stronger power. I think this shouldn't be difficult for you, Garrick, right?"

While speaking, Dumbledore waved his wand gently, and a long silver hair fell silently and floated into Ollivand's hand.

"Well, okay. If you insist, but I'll make it in advance that custom wands are not cheap. For the material, I recommend choosing black walnut."

Ollivand pondered for a while, shrugged helplessly and agreed.

"Wait, hiss, there is a small... request."

Elena gritted her teeth, pulled out several long silver hair from her head in one breath, and handed it to Ollivander's hand in tears.

Oh~It hurts so much~~?

Then, the little luoli begged with a bent look obedient and flattering look, "Grandpa Olivande, can you help me build two magic wands? After all, I am quite special. If one is broken, there is a spare one."

Two? Olivand looked at the silver-haired little luoli in front of him with a silence. The little girl thought that the casting of a magic wand was a simple craftsman's job, so she shook her head and said proudly.

"Every Ollivander wand is unique, so..."

"Ahem," Dumbledore looked at the tearful silver-haired luoli and cleared his throat. "I remember there was a unicorn community living in the forbidden forest..."

"Of course, for the sake of cherishing magic materials, we occasionally use the same materials to make magic wands. Leave an address and I'll send the owl to you in a week."

Ollivand said without hesitation, not paying any attention to the subtle changes in Dumbledore's expression next to him.

"Hey? Thank you Professor Dumbledore, and thank you Mr. Ollivander."

Elena was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly - Black walnut, which is a very rare chopstick making, ah, the top wood of the magic wand.

(Click to view the introduction of black walnut)

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PS: Regarding the previous chapter, it should be noted that the protagonist did not propose a new concept, but inspired Ollivand from the path of studying materials and the core of the staff to the path of the former alien staff form. Just like after the hard rod pen appeared, the quill gradually disappeared into the mainstream society. Since the wand became a systematic production, the alien staff has completely withdrawn from the market. However, the short and simple small wooden stick form wand has become the mainstream format, but this does not mean that it has complete advantages and full-scene applicability. For example, some people like big swords and big sticks.

PS2: I placed a description of the wand material in the extra section, and moved it from pottermore. Interested wizards can go and take a look.

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PS4: Stay up late and write this chapter and finish the plot of the magic wand in one breath. In this way, everyone doesn’t have to wait too long. They can watch my plot smoothly.
Chapter completed!