A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix directly stayed at the 'Future World' company for one night. The next morning, he came to a small and broken shop on the south side of Diagon Alley. The gold paint on the sign was peeling off, but the shop was famous in Diagon Alley because its name was Ollie. Vander.

As the slogan on the sign says - excellent wands have been made since 382 BC - a long history, excellent and consistent quality that makes most English wizards buy their wands here at Ollivander , and it must be mentioned that this is also the only wand shop that has established a partnership with Hogwarts, and all new students who are about to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will get discounts when purchasing wands here.

For many people, the first wand is often a lifelong companion. This made the owner of the wand shop, Mr. Ollivander, to have a high status in the magical world, and he would gain special respect wherever he went.

Today, the owner of the wand shop hosted Felix.

"Thirteen inches, ebony, with dragon heartstrings, a very tough combination - of course, I'm referring to the wand character - suitable for all types of offensive magic and transfiguration. Pretty much the most comprehensive kind of wand. Now, it was my masterpiece when I was young, and I was always expecting someone to buy it."

Mr. Ollivander's pale eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

"It turns out that my vision was right, and the owner of the wand shines brightly," he said. "What do you want to buy, a wand care case? It contains fine velvet cloth and beeswax, and you're sure to get your wand to others. Left a deep impression--"

He looked at Felix, guessing where Felix had hidden his wand.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Ollivander, the wand was ruined," Felix said.

"Destroyed?" Mr. Ollivander repeated, his big pale eyes blinking in disbelief. "Did you mean broken, if it's just a small problem, you can take it to me to fix—"

"No, it's not," Felix said. "It's completely ruined, and there's not a single bit of wreckage to be found."

The old man calmed down and seemed to merge with the dim storefront, only his nearly colorless pupils flickered.

"Is that so," he said softly, "I hope it does its job."

"What?" Felix asked in surprise.

"I read the paper, Mr. Hepp. On the last event of the Tournament—" Mr. Ollivander said in a stifled voice. "You fought You-Know-Who? Was the wand destroyed at that time?"

"Yeah, it protected me until the end of my life," Felix said.

Mr. Ollivander was even more excited, "Sure enough, I have always hoped to undo my mistakes, everything is like yesterday... The man who could not name his wand came alone to buy a wand, I received him, and I was very pleased with the choice of his wand. Surprised, yew and phoenix feathers are very powerful... I highly praise him."

"He must be very happy." Felix said blankly, as if looking at a liar, "You said something similar to me back then, and just repeated it again."

"Cough! You are not like him, I only see pure love and yearning for magic in your eyes! I can see that... But the man who can't name his name is different, when I tell him that he was born When he was extraordinary, he tried his best not to be too excited," Ollivander showed a sly look, "I did say these words to many people, it was like a good blessing, and the guests would be very happy to hear it... And I'm not lying, the wand chooses the wizard, the wand assists the wizard, and no one can determine a person's future achievements."

"What's more, he did achieve great things in the end, although he did bad things."

He fell into memory and came back to his senses after a while, "Okay—Mr. Hepp, then what is the purpose of your visit?"

"Buy a new wand."

"Ah, a new wand! Of course it is," said the old man rightfully, turning to the shelf, "but it may take a long time, and adult wizards are always more troublesome to choose a wand, and there are more factors to consider."

"Mr. Ollivander—" Felix tried to interrupt him.

"...you should know Sirius Black? He tried an entire wall of stock..."

"Wait, Mr. Ollivander. I'd like an Elder Wand if I can," Felix said hastily.

Mr. Ollivander turned, with a strange light in his eyes.

"Elder Wand?" he whispered, as if asking a question, as if speaking to himself.

"That's right, I want to be able to make my own wand by providing the wand core I need to make a wand according to old-time standards," Felix said. Compared to pursuing illusory legends, he hopes to obtain a magic wand that perfectly matches himself.

"It's surprising," said Mr. Ollivander hesitantly. "I don't do this kind of work very often, custom wands - it's always unstable and time consuming."

"But you can definitely do it. When this need came to my mind, this was the first thing that came to my mind." Felix said slowly, "You know what I mean, the ancient heritage of more than two thousand years, The combination of a wand family and a genius brain..."

"You've found the right man, boy," said Mr. Ollivander cheerfully. "The Ollivanders are the best in the world of wandmakers!" he said, before adding in a low voice, "Probably the best in Europe too."

"So you agreed?" Felix asked.

"I'd like to try—" said Mr. Ollivander cheerfully. "It would be my pleasure, Merlin, First Class, Mr. Hepp." He bowed slightly and pointed as he straightened up. On the scattered tabletop, there is a Daily Prophet under the thick book.

Felix pulled the newspaper out from under the book, which was a photo of yesterday's award ceremony. There are five people in the photo, with Felix and Ms. Burns standing on either side, smiling faintly. The three in the middle--Harry kept stroking his hair, trying to smooth the thing out a little; Ron was serious, but the next second he turned his back and kissed the medal secretly, Hermione smiled brightly, fingers Rub the pattern of the medal over and over again.

The headline of the newspaper headline was "The Warrior Who Defeats the Dark Lord."

"Do you have any suggestions for core materials?" asked Mr. Ollivander.

"Of course there is." Felix looked up from the newspaper, and one of his hairs began to grow rapidly, a dozen inches long, then broke off at the root and drifted toward the surprised old man.

"Hey, it turned out to be hair..."

Mr. Ollivander caught the hair, took out a pair of glasses from the box with the other hand, put it on and lowered his head to examine it carefully, "Wonderful...super powerful magic substance, it's really amazing...I take the liberty to ask, you Do you have humanoid blood in your ancestors?"

"I don't think so," Felix said darkly.

Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips, visibly disbelieving. "It's not really a big deal. Although this combination goes against worldly concepts, sometimes the offspring are born with talents that are too good to be envied, such as the professor of Charms at Hogwarts, you must know him... and The little girl from Beauxbatons that I saw last year, she is of Meiwa blood... Of course, I guess the headmaster of Beauxbatons also..." He closed his mouth, looked serious, and stared down at Felix's hair.

"What's the matter?" Felix asked.

Mr. Ollivander raised his head in surprise after a long time, "I can't find any traces of aliens, which means that even if your ancestors had mixed blood, it was a dozen generations ago, and it can be ignored..." He will send a message. Silk carefully placed in the brown box, "I'm going to still use ebony as the wand body material, and the size will remain the same, as close as possible to your first wand - what do you think?"

"No problem," Felix said with satisfaction. At this stage, the wand can still play a big role in him, because he can't completely abandon the modern magic spell system, not to mention, he thinks this system also has many merits.

At this moment, there were bursts of jingling bells coming from behind the door.

Someone came in - with long buff hair, a pale pointed face, and indifferent gray eyes, it was Lucius Malfoy.

Mr. Ollivander quietly closed the box containing Felix's hair and tucked it into the cabinet.

"Welcome, Mr. Malfoy," he said politely.

Lucius was stunned for a few seconds, his light-colored eyes bulged slightly, showing a look of surprise, then he supported his body with a cane, and his expression became indifferent again - at the same time, the starlight in Felix's eyes slowly convergence.

Prophecy Ball...

Felix recalled the information that Lucius revealed in the Thinking Cabin, and in addition to complaining about the frightening life, he also said an important message along the way. Taking advantage of the riots at the Ministry of Magic yesterday morning, a silent man who had been imperiled entered the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries, trying to get a prophecy ball about Voldemort's fate, but was injured by a protective spell.

Broderick Bird, Felix had heard the name.

That was a month ago, and he had met Bode in the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries. Felix unfortunately had to stun it to avoid being interrupted while studying time energy. This person can be unlucky twice in a row, Felix feels that he is also responsible, and he is going to give an amulet anonymously...

Hmm, express my intentions.

...

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hepp." Lucius said politely and rudely, turning to look at Mr. Ollivander, "I came here today to buy a new wand, unfortunately, my old wand. It was destroyed by an accident."

Mr. Ollivander looked strangely at Felix and Lucius. It's rare to see two wands destroyed in one day.

"Then I'll take my leave, Mr. Ollivander," Felix said, turning around slowly.

"Oh, by the way—" he said meaningfully, "I heard that the dark man who was hiding his head and his tail also lost his wand and had to grab it from his servant—" Mr. Ollivander looked at him immediately. To Lucius, Lucius' pale face flushed.

"Nonsense!" he exclaimed.

"—But this approach can only be used as a transitional measure, Mr. Ollivander, you have to be careful that his Death Eaters kidnap you." Felix said, and walked straight towards the door.

He said this to remind Mr. Ollivander to pay attention to safety. Judging from the action of the old man silently picking up his wand, his purpose was achieved.

As for Lucius, Felix didn't have to worry about it - on the contrary, Voldemort would take it for granted when he went back to find an opportunity to report the matter to Voldemort. And Felix also took the opportunity to show the conflict between the two, Lucius' undercover identity will be hidden deeper.

Felix opened the door--

"Wait, Mr. Hepp," exclaimed Mr. Ollivander suddenly. Felix turned his head and looked at him suspiciously. At the same time, Lucius was standing in the corner silently, looking like he was angry but didn't dare to speak.

Not bad acting, Lucius. Felix praised in his heart.

"Is that so... can I ask you a question?" Mr. Ollivander asked after a positive answer. "Why did you call your wand that you wanted?"

Elder Wand?

"Wouldn't it be fun to name your new wand after something from a fairy tale?" Felix replied with a smile.

I've been delayed by something today. I've written so much so far. I'll see and try to write more tomorrow.