Ollivander kept moving the stairs, muttering: "I remember it was here, ah, yes, it is here."
He excitedly picked up a box and walked down the stairs quickly. Like a child who found a favorite toy and wanted to show it off, he proudly placed the box in front of Xing Ze.
"Aspen and Unicorn Queen's mane, twelve inches, very hard texture."
Xing Ze picked up the wand. The wand resonated with him far more than the previous one. It was very good, but the price should also be very expensive. He murmured in his heart.
"Oh, that's great, sir." Ollivander exclaimed excitedly, "I thought I would never see it find its owner in this lifetime."
"Um, Mr. Ollivander, the core of its wand is the unicorn queen's mane?"
"Yes, yes, it was made by my grandfather, Gabbard Ollivander." Mr. Ollivander looked very proud. "My grandfather has been looking for rare materials to make wands all his life. He based it on Havelock.
Sweeting's notes found her near the Himalayan snow-capped mountains, and exchanged the tail feathers of the Thunderbird for the Queen's mane..."
Mr. Ollivander was immersed in memories and paused for a while before continuing: "In short, it recognizes you, sir. Do you want it?"
Xing Ze replied helplessly: "I thought I was suitable for peach wood and unicorn tail hair, um - aspen wood and unicorn mane?"
"To be honest, sir, I'm just as surprised. Aspen trees only respond to honest and upright people, and unicorn manes are loyal to good and righteous people, not to mention that this mane comes from the Unicorn Queen. Did you know,
Sir, this wand was made by my grandfather for Nowell Tonk, but unfortunately, he passed away before the wand was completed."
Nowell Tonk. Xing Ze naturally recognized this legendary wizard. His portrait hangs on the sixth floor of Hogwarts Castle. This upright and kind wizard died in a tree trying to save a Muggle child.
Under the claws of a manticore. In order to commemorate his noble qualities, the British Ministry of Magic posthumously awarded him the first-class badge of Sir Merlin.
Ollivander stared at the wand and said to himself: "It's really interesting. After Tonk died, my grandfather and my father were looking for the new owner of this wand, but they all failed. I
I thought I would be the same."
"Is there something wrong with this? To be honest, I can't be called a person of high moral character." Xing Ze asked doubtfully.
"Don't question the choice of the wand, sir." Ollivander replied with a serious look on his face, "Noble moral character is not something you say with your mouth, but lies in a person's heart and actions. If you don't want it, I can do it."
I'll give you another one, but don't question the choice of wand."
Xing Ze was startled by Ollivander's momentum. He was silent for a while and asked carefully: "What is the price of this wand?"
Ollivander nodded with satisfaction, and murmured: "Very good, sir, you made a wise decision." He rummaged around the table.
Soon, he found a notebook from a pile of dusty documents. He looked at it and said, "Ten galleons."
"What?" Xing Ze thought he heard wrongly, "You read that right, Mr. Ollivander, this is the price of an ordinary wand."
"Yes, it is ten galleons." Ollivander confirmed, "Although I am old, I am not deaf or blind. This is the price set by my grandfather, and it is written clearly on his price list.
Chu."
"But, it contains the Unicorn Queen's mane." Xing Ze reminded kindly.
Ollivander closed the note and said disapprovingly: "So what? My grandfather wanted to make a unique wand, but it wasn't one of the best in terms of price. Besides, the wand needs an owner, otherwise it will just be shelved. It's pitiful.
The guy has been sitting around for almost fifty years and I think he'd be happy to get some air."
In this case, Xing Ze nodded and said: "Okay, I want this magic wand."
After filling in some necessary information, Xing Ze walked out of Ollivander's wand shop. He looked at the wand in his hand with a complicated expression.
Integrity and kindness? How could I have such qualities?
He put his wand away and looked up at the clock on the front door of Gringotts. There was plenty of time for him to have a leisurely lunch.
…
Tonks and Kingsley were the only two people left in the basement of the laundry room. Tonks was concentrating on looking at the documents in her hands.
"You have to be careful..." Kingsley seemed hesitant to speak. He doubted in his heart whether it was the right decision to let Nymphadora join this operation.
Tonks disagreed, and she asked: "Compared with this, I am more concerned about whether this operation will help my future employment."
"It won't. This is a private operation." Kingsley explained seriously, "It will not be recorded and there will be no backup, which means..."
"That means we can only rely on ourselves, and we can only believe in ourselves." Tonks took over the words, "You just said this, I remember it. Don't worry, Shacklebolt, I've been with you since six
I've been helping you with things since you were in grade, and I know what to do. Instead of worrying about this, you should think about how to deal with the teachers at school, I don't want to fail to graduate."
"With Dumbledore taking care of the school, there won't be any problems."
"Does this mean that Master Dumbledore also knows about this operation?" Tonks raised her eyebrows.
"That's natural. He was the one who recommended you to us in the first place."
"Yes, Disguisemagus." Tonks murmured, "Both a blessing and a curse."
Kingsley didn't know what to say. He didn't want anything to happen to Nymphadora, but she was a natural Metamorphmagus, and this ability was very useful in infiltration and investigation.
"If you don't want to, I can discuss it with Dumbledore." He finally said this.
"Why are you reluctant?" Tonks' eyes widened, "Life at school is boring and boring. I can't stand it for a long time."
"But this time is different, Nymphadora." Kingsley said worriedly, "Two Aurors have disappeared, and one of them is a senior Auror."
"Call me Tonks, Schalke, I don't like being called Nymphadora."
Kingsley showed an apologetic expression, "I didn't mean to, kid..."
"Okay, stop being a mother-in-law like a woman, Schalke, this is not like you." Tonks put away the documents, "I appreciate you worrying about me. But the chick will spread its wings one day.
Fei, you and Moody can't take care of me forever. Tell me, Schalke, what makes you so worried? I guess it's not as simple as what the document says?"
Kingsley gave a wry smile. Tonks seemed careless, but her mind was very sharp. This was why Moody valued her.
He shook his head and replied: "That's exactly why I'm worried. I can't reveal more details to you, it will only put you in deeper trouble. Remember, kid, this is not a pursuit mission, just an investigation. Follow up.
Delis, if there is any situation, report it immediately and don’t act alone.”
"Of course, of course, you are the boss, you have the final say." Tonks shrugged, "If there are no other instructions, I have to go. I have to make some preparations before going to Knockturn Alley."