"Grigovic?" Matthew was stunned and read the name in disbelief: "Miss Crivat, you seem to have said before, we are going to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop."

"Grigovic is the wand chain brand in the wizard world." Penelo patiently introduced: "And Mr. Ollivander is the owner of this store... Come in quickly, to be honest, I don't understand why you always care about these strange places?"

The store was very small, with nothing but a bench. Penelo sat on the bench and signaled Matthew to go upstairs alone.

Matthew had to walk inside, and at the same time, he heard some jingle ringtones coming from somewhere behind the store. The surroundings were empty, giving people a very empty feeling.

"Good morning!" said a gentle voice.

Matthew was almost shocked because a person suddenly appeared beside him.

The small old man, who was not tall, looked a little dull and dull with his big light-colored eyes.

His hair was messy and his whole body looked decadent.

It can be felt that this old man must be not satisfied with his current life.

"Hello, you are Mr. Ollivander," Matthew asked.

"Of course." Mr. Ollivander came to Matthew and looked at him up close, which made Matthew feel a little nervous: "A freshman in Hogwarts?"

“Yes…I…”

“What’s the name?”

"Wickfield."

"Mr. Wakefield, you want to buy a wand, right?"

"That's right." Matthew nodded.

"Follow me!" Without saying a word, Mr. Ollivander took the lead in walking up the stairs.

...

Just like downstairs, the shop upstairs is still empty.

In addition to the ceiling, you can vaguely see thirty or fifty neatly arranged paper boxes.

"Mr. Wickfield." Ollivand took out a long measuring tape with a silver scale from his pocket: "Which arm do you use to make a wand?"

"Oh-oh, I'm used to using my left hand," said Matthew.

Matthew Wakefield is a left-handed man, which he knew on the first day he traveled through; of course, due to the existence of consciousness in his previous life, his right hand is not unavailable. However, at this critical moment of choosing a magic wand, it is better to respect your physical habits.

"Release your arms up, it's great." Ollivand began to measure Matthew's size, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpits, and finally measure the head circumference. When measuring the distance between the two nostrils, Matthew realized that the tape measure was operating automatically.

After the measurement was completed, the tape measure slid down to the ground and rolled into a ball. Ollivander also returned to his workbench, and seemed to record a series of data, and was still muttering something in his mouth.

"Okay!" he said.

At the same time, the thirty or fifty neatly arranged paper boxes on the ceiling flew in front of Matthew.

"Try this first." Ollivand opened the first paper tray.

But to Matthew's surprise, the paper box was not placed with a magic wand, but with a bunch of small wooden blocks.

"These are holly wood, quite rare wand wood!" Ollivand introduced softly: "The wand made of holly wood is the best for using protective magic. It is suitable for wizards who love danger and noble tasks, and it even has the ability to help the master overcome impulses and anger..."

"What should I do?" Matthew asked softly.

"Just put your hand in, use your hands."

As Ollivander ordered, Matthew put his left hand into the carton—

"Okay, that's OK." Ollivand quickly ordered Matthew to withdraw his hand and throw the carton aside: "There is no doubt that this wood is not suitable for you, Mr. Wickfield."

"Try this again, alder." Ollivand took out another carton: "There are quite hard woods, and I like to choose those who are helpful, thoughtful, and very likable. The wands it makes are best suited for silent spells, so they have the reputation of being suitable for high-level wizards."

Matthew just put his hand into the paper box when he was rejected by Mr. Ollivander again.

"There is an average person... or try this...walnut. This beautiful wood has extraordinary flexibility and can cast any kind of magic that the master can perform, and of course it is difficult to control; for those wizards with wisdom and creativity, this wood will most likely be their best match."

Another carton appeared in front of Matthew, but when he reached his hand in this time—

"Oh!" Matthew screamed and quickly shrank his hand back.

"What's wrong?" Ollivand asked with great interest.

"It's very hot...it's like touching the burning charcoal." Matthew described his feeling just now.

And Mr. Ollivander's previous excited expression was instantly lost.

"That's wrong...wait!" Ollivand suddenly slapped his forehead, and then quickly searched in the pile of paper boxes: "This may be possible!"

This time it took him more than ten seconds to find a cardboard box and open it-

Matthew put his left hand in the carton again...

But this time, a very comfortable feeling came from the palm of my hand, as if this wood was born to suit me... At the same time, a faint red light also came out of the paper box, looming.

"Great, great!" Ollivander's face showed a smile for the first time: "This is black walnut...it is not as common as the walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut

"There is no doubt that black walnut is the most suitable choice for you, Mr. Wakefield!"

The thirty or fifty paper boxes returned to the ceiling in an orderly manner.

And Mr. Ollivander once again came to his workbench and recorded something.

"Do you have any requirements for the core of the stick?" When he put down the quill in his hand, he asked again: "Unicorn tail hair, fire dragon's heart nerve or phoenix feather, these are the three cores I often use; of course, if you have additional requirements, such as teva hair, thethed tail hair, or cat crocodile beard, I have to look for help from other stick makers."

"Is there any difference between these...?" Matthew asked in confusion.

"Unicorn tail hair can usually cast the most stable spells; the wand made by dragon's nerves is the most powerful, and the most unexpected of the three cores; and the phoenix feather can cast the most various kinds of magic, and it is also the one with the strongest sense of autonomy. Many wizards don't like this..." Ollivand briefly introduced the three cores he often uses: "Of course these are common situations, and the types of wood will also make up for their characteristics."

"Let's go to a unicorn tail hair." Matthew thought for a moment and made a decision.

After all, he thinks stability is the most important tool for living together day and night.

Ollivander returned to the workbench for the last time: "Good, very nice combination. Black walnut, unicorn tail hair, eleven and a half inches...Mr. Wickfield, I will try to make this wand by September 1st and send it to Hogwarts."

"How is that..." Matthew couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard that he was going to Hogwarts before he could get his wand: "I thought I could get my wand now."

"If it were fifty years ago, you could indeed get it." The old man seemed to have touched something sad, and his mood suddenly fell down.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Because before that, I always thought that the wand should be chosen by the wand... But Grigovic bought my wand shop, and I had to sell the wand according to his theory, so that the wand would be chosen by the master..."

"So Mr. Ollivander, in which year did Mr. Grigovic acquire your wand shop?" Matthew asked softly.

"That's all in 1945." Garrick Ollivand said with a sad face.
Chapter completed!