A suitable magic wand can not only fully unleash the magic power of a wizard, but also infinitely amplify the power of spells.
Vincent at Ollivander's Wand Shop has now tried out eleven wands.
"Ollivander's Wand Shop has been making fine wands since 382 BC..."
He remembered the slogan on the severely peeled gold sign outside the store, and he doubted the professionalism here.
The boxes and dust scattered on the ground clearly indicate that the craftsmanship of the wand is not good enough, which is why the tip of the wand explodes into a large cloud of air when it is first held.
"Child, try this one." Ollivander said this for the twelfth time, his silver eyes still full of confidence.
Feeling uneasy, Vincent held the thirteen-inch long wand made of walnut wood and the heart nerve of a fire dragon.
As expected, the tip of the staff shook the air nearby again.
Mag, who was well prepared, waved his hand to offset the impact that would stir up a lot of dust in the store.
Excluding the first two times, this was the tenth time she had cast a wandless spell.
Even Eric, who is least interested in magic, can perform this entire set of actions perfectly at this moment.
"Oh, it seems that he is an extremely picky guest!" Ollivander looked particularly excited.
There was even some indescribable enthusiasm in his eyes when he looked at Vincent.
"Mr. Wayne, your physique determines that a longer wand is most suitable——"
Ollivander came back with a crumpled box in his arms, "If even this one can't satisfy you, I don't think anyone in Europe can make a more suitable one."
Vincent smiled awkwardly: "It's okay."
With this guarantee, he believed that the wand in the long box in front of him would definitely not be the defective product like before.
One has no system and the other has no golden finger. No matter how special it is, it cannot be empty of mana and cannot use the magic wand.
Vincent had a very strong hunch that the thirteenth wand would be his.
"Alder is the wood that is least prone to bending, and it is also the most suitable wand wood for casting silent spells——"
Ollivander carefully lifted a light gray wand that was fifteen inches long from the full cardboard box.
"This kind of wood is very stubborn. Even if it breaks, it will not change its original straight lines."
This wand has a thin front end and is engraved with some unknown strange bird on the bottom. The handle is also covered with its tail feathers. It's definitely not good for hitting the skull.
Ollivander handed it over with a look of reluctance, "The phoenix tail feathers inside the core of the staff are from an ancient phoenix from the East."
Vincent stared at the unknown strange bird with a somewhat surprised expression: "Is this what that phoenix looks like?"
"Yes." Ollivander's silver-white eyes were full of nostalgia: "She is the largest phoenix I have ever seen in my life.
Her singing voice is so beautiful that I have never forgotten it.”
Vincent didn't care that the other party used "she", a word referring to a person, to describe Phoenix.
He already had a deep understanding of the weird characters of wizards from the little impression he had.
"Come on kid, you will do great things in this world with her."
Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, Vincent held it simply.
A warm current started from the handle of the staff and slowly moved upward around his left hand.
The little particles of light diffused from the tip of the stick are as dazzling as gorgeous fireworks.
"Wonderful!" Ollivander's mouth opened slightly: "The last time I saw such a matching combination was this morning."
Vincent, whose mouth twitched, was sure that the best staff maker in Europe had told every little wizard this.
"Six galleons in total."
Gugu took out five gold coins from the money bag.
He looked at Ollivander longingly, as if to hint that his life was difficult.
"Okay, five galleons."
Mag, whose eyes softened somewhat, was satisfied.
This hundred galleons is the entire Wayne family's current savings, and every gold coin must be calculated carefully.
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"Minerva, the minimum discount is 20% off." Madam Malkin from the robe shop smiled reluctantly.
"It doesn't matter whether the size is right or not, the key is that the fabric material is strong and durable——"
Mag glanced at the wand in Vincent's hand and said, "Mr. Wayne, the robe only needs a simple transformation spell to keep it fit."
"Thank you, Professor."
When Gugu took out three gold Galleons, his two big eyes stared at Mrs. Malkin angrily and dissatisfiedly.
"Kid, your pet is so cute."
Vincent touched Gugu, who only had his head sticking out of the money bag, "It's not my pet.
He was my first friend in the wizarding world."
Madam Malkin took two gold galleons from Gu Gu's beak and said, "My child, you are so kind. No wonder Minerva is so kind to you."
"Madam, you are very discerning." Vincent winked playfully.
Such a witty and humorous answer immediately earned two pairs of eyes from the Waynes.
Other people's children spend money to go to school, but my son not only doesn't have to spend money to go to school, he even makes a lot of money back.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he decided that he would never set foot in the Leaky Cauldron again next year.
He is now considered a well-known figure in the magical world, and breaking his oath will have huge consequences.
But when I walked into Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, this decision was thrown out of outer space.
"Oh, are you Mr. Wayne?"
"I am, but you..."
Several little wizards gathered around Eric, their big eyes shining brightly.
"Can you give me an autograph?"
"Of course." He raised a very bright smile.
The spread speed of news in the magical world seems to be not much different from the time before Vincent traveled through time.
"Professor, are all reporters at the Daily Prophet so efficient?"
"The newspaper will change based on what's going on that day."
Mag asked the clerk for a newspaper, "Look, the front page has been changed to your father."
The content that originally praised the Ministry of Magic's new policy was moved to the Muggles who successfully challenged Gamp.
The Eric in the dynamic photo was provided by an enthusiastic wizard in the bar just as he put down the bottle and roared out his declaration to quit drinking.
""Unbelievable, this Muggle is better than all the wizards in the past three hundred years"..."
Just this sensational title gave Vincent a very bad feeling.
As an example, Mr. Potter, a well-known figure in the wizarding world, encountered campus bullying and disparity between professors in his first grade.
Although he did not dare to predict the changes brought about by these experiences after only watching the first movie, he also knew that he would definitely be very uncomfortable in the future.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
"According to interviews, Mr. Wayne's only son is a freshman at Hogwarts this year..."
Vincent looked as if that was indeed the case.
That unscrupulous reporter actually got a moving back photo of him.
Although they were just folding napkins in a polite manner, the article exaggeratedly described the Wayne family as declining Muggle aristocrats.
"Professor, does the wizarding world have image rights?"
"Portrait rights? What does this mean?"
Vincent, who was more silent than heartbroken, turned the newspaper over and said, "Nothing, I just think the Daily Prophet is a bit weird."
He shrugged and confided his bitterness to Mag: "Forget it the headlines, why are our family all on these big pages?"