Diagon Alley.

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

After looking at the dim sky and deserted streets outside, the old Ollivander walked out of the counter and locked all the store doors.

Immediately, he hummed a song and walked towards the studio behind the shop impatiently.

As a descendant of a wand-making family that has been professionally manufacturing wands since 382 BC, Ollivander, like their ancestors, has an unparalleled passion for wand-making.

This has not changed even though he has grown old.

Therefore, the time when he can stay in the studio and study wands after closing the shop every day has become the most exciting time of Ollivander's day.

He likes his old workbench that has been used for decades and the various woods and wand core materials placed on it.

Of course, his favorite is the chair.

It was an 'ergonomic' chair that he used a variety of precious materials and spent three years measuring various data on himself to create it!

It fits Ollivander's body perfectly.

Let his old waist get adequate rest.

Every time he entered the studio, Ollivander would sit there for half an hour to take a good rest.

However, today, Ollivander's habit was broken.

Because as soon as he walked into the studio, he saw a handsome young man sitting swaggeringly on his chair.

"Oh! Mr. Ollivander, you are back."

The young man said hello with a smile.

His voice is very pleasant, even relaxing.

But at this moment, Ollivander was so nervous that the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Under the influence of fear, he trembled and said:

"John...John Shafiq..."

"Mr. Ollivander actually still remembers my name!" John said with a smile, "But this is normal, after all, I heard that your memory is very good.

As long as someone buys a wand from you, you will remember their identity and their wand.

So, Mr. Ollivander, do you still remember my wand?"

Ollivander nodded stiffly and said:

"You bought your first wand from me. It was a blackthorn wand, thirteen inches long, moderately elastic, and the core of the wand was the heart nerve of a fire dragon.

On that same day, Michelle Shafiq also bought her own wand.

Made of alder wood, with phoenix feathers, nine inches long, and almost no elasticity. This is an extremely stubborn combination.

As for the wand you are using now..."

Ollivander's eyes fell on the dark golden nun's wand in John's hand. He shrank suddenly and said tremblingly, "It's the same thirteen inches long, but the material is black walnut and the core is fire dragon horn."

!”

"Pah, pah, pah—"

John applauded and said, "That's great! Mr. Ollivander, you are truly the best wand maker in Europe! Please sit down! Sit wherever you want. I have some questions about wands that I want to ask you.

!”

"Oh my God! John! I don't know anything!"

Ollivander said painfully, "I swear I will never tell anyone that you have been here. Please leave. For the sake of my help during the wand testing in the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Wand detection in the Triwizard Tournament?" John pulled out the nun's wand and said, "So you did see the origin of this wand, right?"

"No...I don't know!"

"Tell me quickly, what secret does this wand hide? Please, Mr. Ollivander, I don't want to be rough with you."

As John spoke, he already put the wand against Ollivander's forehead.

There were wisps of ominous green light on the tip of his staff.

It made Ollivander tremble even more.

But even so, Ollivander still shook his head and said:

"No, I can't say..."

After saying that, he winked at John.

It was this move that made John realize something was wrong.

Who would have the thought to wink at others when being held up by a wand that could shoot out the [Death Curse] at any time?

He frowned and carefully observed Ollivander's expression.

Then I noticed that Ollivander's face was full of pleading at this moment.

But this kind of pleading didn't seem to just mean that he just wanted John to let him go.

There are other more complex meanings hidden here.

After John thought for a moment, a somewhat outrageous possibility emerged.

"Uh-Mr. Ollivander, if you refuse to speak, I will kill you."

John said tentatively.

After hearing this, Ollivander shook his head a little irritably and said:

"No...no, I mean no!"

"Then I'll use the [Soul-stealing Curse] on you."

"No way! John, you are really too stubborn. If I say no, it means..."

"All right!"

John took out a bottle of potion from his deformed lizard skin wallet and handed it over, saying, "Veritaserum! You must drink it!"

Ollivander's eyes lit up when he saw this.

He ignored the wand staring at his head, grabbed the Veritaserum as quickly as possible, and poured two drops into his mouth.

"call--"

The next moment, he took a long breath and relaxed completely.

He even said that he became a little confused and couldn't even stand still.

John helped him to a chair and said:

"So tell me, what's going on?"

"My ancestors signed an ancient contract with others. We Ollivander must not reveal any information about this wand." Under the influence of Veritaserum, Ollivander said in a wavy tone.

, “But when signing the contract, my ancestors played a trick and adopted a more detailed approach, presupposing various situations.

These include being threatened with death, being controlled by the [Imperius Curse], and being hypnotized...

But Veritaserum is not among them.

Because when the contract was signed, Veritaserum had not yet been invented, so it was not bound by the contract...

This is how our Ollivander family survives."

Hearing this, John's eyes looked at Ollivander with some changes.

If all this was really expected by Ollivander's ancestors.

Then his ancestors are really a bit scary.

It’s no wonder that the Ollivander family has been passed down for thousands of years and continues to inherit its ancestral heritage.

However, these obviously have nothing to do with John's purpose today.

John shook his head, raised the nun's wand in front of Ollivander and said:

"Now, tell me the secret of this wand."

"This is... the soul-stealing wand, which was made by my ancestor and was commissioned by a mysterious wizard."

Ollivander continued to speak in an erratic voice, "The body of the staff is black walnut, the core is a fire dragon horn core, and the runes on the surface are ancient runes drawn with the blood of a fire dragon.

In addition, some fairies' techniques were referenced during the manufacturing process, and it has special abilities. It can not only give the wand a special coercive effect, but also absorb external magic power to strengthen itself.

In more popular terms, the latter is ‘soul-stealing’!”

At this point, Ollivander suddenly paused, and then continued with a trembling voice, "This is the source of disaster... The original client wanted to enhance the power of the soul-stealing wand to make it comparable to

The 'Elder Wand' of the Peverell family, with his family, massacred tens of thousands of Muggles!

Having captured so many souls, the power of the Soul-stealing Wand has actually surpassed that of the Elder Wand!

It's a pity that the wizard who uses the wand is not strong enough.
To be continued...