Ollivander has been making exquisite wands since 382 BC.
A very long signboard, but this store is the 'Ollivander's' wand store that is famous in Diagon Alley and even the entire European wizarding world. Some wizards even travel across the ocean to find Ollivander's wands.
Build your own magic wand.
Ollivander is naturally not a person, but a family, a great wizard family that has studied wands for generations. They are familiar with almost all wizards' wands in the world.
Ding dong.
After the doorbell rang, no one came to pick up the customer. Robin walked elegantly into the messy store. Although the store was only about four meters wide from the outside, it was very deep. There were densely packed boxes stacked inside the store.
Wooden, stone, cardboard, metal, all boxes are similar in length, width and height, but the one thing they have in common is that they are all covered in dust.
These boxes are obviously filled with wands. What separates the customers from the wand warehouse is a counter at the height of an adult's chest. On it are some raw materials, one or two messy account books, and some orders.
"Is there anyone there?" Robin called to the narrow passageway where only one person was left in the store.
There was movement, and an old man with gray hair and beard raising dust walked out from the high wall of boxes. Seeing that he was a customer, the old man smiled: "Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop, our shop has a long history.
You will definitely buy a wand that you will be satisfied with.”
The old man walked out of the counter, came to Robin, and pulled out a tape measure from his sleeve like magic: "I wonder which lucky wand can be chosen by this elegant lady like you?"
Now let me measure your arms, forearms, height, and head circumference."
...Robin said he didn't quite understand. The length of his arms was understandable. After all, he had to wave and use the wand, but what was the use of his height and head circumference?
But Robin knew that she really needed a magic wand, so she didn't say anything. Seeing the old man's excited movements, she had more questions.
In fact, Ollivander was so excited because Robin was the first customer he had when he reopened the shop after Voldemort disappeared. He could not find his owner, and the wands in Ollivander's shop almost cried.
Now that Robin is here, Ollivander can feel the wands in his shop cheering for joy, obviously very happy: "Beautiful Miss Wizard, which wand is this for you?"
"The first one."
"The first one?" Ollivander raised his voice, "How is that possible? You look like an adult."
"I'm an adult." Robin was used to the wizard's fuss, and the little old man was already considered normal: "But I really want to choose my first wand."
"Perhaps it's because of the mysterious man." Ollivander didn't hesitate. Because of Voldemort, the entire wizarding world was in turmoil for ten years. Maybe this young lady's parents couldn't trust Hogwarts, so they didn't send her to Hogwarts.
It is also possible to go to school.
The poor kid didn't buy his first wand until he was an adult.
"Peach wood, twelve inches, a little bit of unicorn's mane, I think it will suit you." The old man took out a wooden box from the wonders of the box wall, which was actually a shelf, and opened it carefully.
Unicorn Wand: "Try it and wave it."
Ollivander looked forward to the effect of the wand in Robin's hand.
Robin shook his wrist, and a ray of orange light came out from the wand head, hitting the magic lamp on the counter. The glass product instantly shattered into flying glass shards.
Robin doesn't know whether this is good or bad. She only feels that the wand can guide her power, which is very convenient. This is somewhat different from the wand designed by Dulan. The wand designed by Dulan is just a computer, calculating
The position of the sky, earth and stars exerts the power of the stars, but the wizard's wand guides the magic within his own body.
Ollivander was also surprised: "Very amazing magic power. I think your family must have a great history that is not inferior to any magic family." "However, this wand is not suitable for you. Don't worry, I will definitely find one.
The right wand for you." Ollivander became excited, he likes picky guests the most.
He dived into the box cabinet and muttered to himself: "No, not this, not this..." There were too many choices, and he had to find a way to choose the most suitable wand for Robin.
"Aha." Ollivander took out a stone box from the bottom: "Let's take a look at this little guy, ten and one-sixth of an inch, made of wood from the heart of a banyan tree, with an eagle feather as its core.
Suitable for a powerful wizard with a will as solid as stone."
Robin waved slightly as before, and in an instant, Robin's powerful magic power gathered on the head of the wand.
"Wow, perfect." Looking at the light at the tip of the wand, Ollivander knew that he had made another excellent choice. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. He was even happier than Robin.
Just like his own fingers, Robin looked at the wand curiously and found that the wand was really like an extension of his own body, very much in line with his own strength. The tawny wood had a light texture, and the handle was carved to look like an eagle taking a nap.
, the wand extends from the limbs of the eagle, a very exquisite wand.
"You two are very compatible."
"How much?"
"Fifteen gold galleons and three silver sickles." It was equivalent to 125 pounds in this era. It was 1981, which was a lot of money. However, wands generally followed wizards for their entire lives, so it was very cost-effective to buy them.
Robin had exchanged some gold galleons at Gringotts, and the exchange rate to pounds was one to five.
Bought.
With the magic wand in hand, Robin was about to officially start looking for a job: "Do you need any part-time employees here?"
Ollivander, who was keeping accounts, raised his head and looked at Robin from behind his reading glasses: "You want to come out to work?" "You have to know that we wizards generally don't hire other people, we all take care of business ourselves.
"Ordinary people may be short of hands, but there is no such thing for wizards. They are wizards. They can make the broom clean by themselves and wash the dishes by themselves by waving their wands, so they don't need helpers at all. They all have one
People can do it.
"But I need a job." Robin said: "I know nothing about the wizarding world."
"What a cruel parent. You shouldn't treat your children like this even if you are trying to avoid a mysterious person." "But kid, I don't need to recruit anyone. Maybe you can go to the Leaky Cauldron and ask. Old Tom has been complaining about too many customers.
He wishes he could close the shop, as if there's a whole family of flies living in his head." "But you should know that the bar is the entrance to Diagon Alley, and we won't allow him to close it." "Maybe he will.
He will need a helper, and besides, your magic is very strong, so you will definitely be able to meet his requirements."
"Thank you." Sure enough, he could find hope by asking more. Robin immediately left Diagon Alley and entered the smoky Leaky Cauldron. Voldemort knelt down. The wizards who had been suppressed for a long time needed to relax and have fun, so the bar became one of their few choices.
.
That's why the bar owner complains that there are too many people. He doesn't like it. Yes, he doesn't like it when the customers make a lot of money.
Now Old Tom is sitting in the corner of the bar, not caring about the bar at all, and letting the wizards get the drinks themselves. Anyway, he has connected the warehouse space to the bar. If the wizard's cup is empty, he can go to the bar and knock it.
Can refill the drink.
The heated scene couldn't make Tom smile. Do these old lunatics who have been stabbed a thousand times regard their bar as their home? This is my bar. Tom's head is about to explode.
At this time, Robin came, like an angel sister rescuing someone in distress: "Excuse me, are we recruiting waiters here?" Robin finally squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of the bar owner.