Hogwarts: My Plants Have Billions Of Evil Points

Ollivander knocked on the counter and a set of measuring tools came out from the corner, bouncing up to Leonard, and began to measure strange data for him.

Arm length and height are nothing, the distance between the eyes and nostrils is outrageous, and Leonard even glimpsed a small ruler to measure the width of his nostrils.

Was it the fear of sticking a wand up his own nostril?

Fortunately, this embarrassing measurement session ended soon. Ollivander looked at Leonard's measurement results, tapped his forehead with his wand and stood up. He came to a shelf and rummaged through something.

Soon he found a Blue box and brought it to Leonard.

"Sakura wood, unicorn tail hair, nine and a quarter inches, a sensitive little thing." Ollivander pulled it out and handed it to Leonard.

Leonard took the wand, and felt an uncontrollable force pulling his arm as soon as he took it.

boom! A shelf exploded, spilling the wands on it.

The wand boxes on the shelves seemed to jump up a bit.

"No, not too good, too excited." Ollivander shook his head and took his wand back from Leonard's hand.

Leonard was a little strange, he obviously felt the emotion of the wand, and thought it was the wand suitable for him, but unexpectedly, it behaved like this.

"Try the next one." Ollivander brought another wand "applewood, phoenix feather, ten inches, a gentle wand."

Leonard took the wand, feeling the emotion from the wand again.

I didn't feel the tenderness, but it felt like a warm golden retriever to him.

He waved subconsciously, and a flame shot out from the tip of the wand, almost igniting Ollivander's beard.

A wand box on a nearby shelf opened by itself, and a threaded wand jumped out.

Ollivander glanced at the wand suspiciously, picked it up and put it back.

"No... try this, hawthorn"

Another shelf collapsed, and more wands jumped out, and Ollivander had to use magic to send them back into the box.

"Then this, classic winter aoki."

The vase by the door burst.

Ren Duo's expression became distorted, and he didn't know whether he was calculating the damages that would be compensated later or thinking about something else.

"Poplar trees don't work either." Putting away a wand again, Ollivander shook his head and said helplessly, "It's a bit difficult. I might not find a wand that suits you here."

The corners of Leonard's eyes twitched, looking at the Ollivander's wand shop that was about to be blown into ruins, he didn't know what to say.

"This...Mr. Ollivander, what does this mean? Doesn't my grandson have talent?" Londo asked nervously.

"No, no, it's not that there is no talent, but too much talent." Ollivander beamed with joy, "The reason why he is not suitable for the previous wand is because the wand he holds in his hand is too excited, which means that any wand in the His hands can emit a different kind of brilliance."

He looked at the other wand boxes around him again, "I should have felt it just now, these wands seem to be a little impatient."

Any wand will do? I didn't expect that I was still a sweet pastry.

Leonard thought about it for a while, and it was absolutely possible that it had something to do with the innate ability of his plant friend.

Although the literal explanation is to gain the friendship of any plant, such as whooping willow, the big guy should not smoke him.

To some extent, the wand also carries the will of the plant, especially in the hands of Ollivander, a master wand maker. The will of the plant is combined with the core of the wand to form the consciousness of the wand.

Although the wand has been processed, it retains the feeling of this kind of plant, which is why it is so favored by Leonard.

"This is amazing. I doubt that even the most loyal ash tree will abandon its master and choose your grandson." Ollivander said excitedly.

Rondo didn't understand why Ollivander was excited, he only heard that Leonard could use any wand "Then why don't you pick a wand at random."

He was a little anxious. At this time, his psychology was like an old father who was afraid that his daughter would not be able to marry, a poor guy who was worried that Leonard would become unable to enter the magical world because of a little accident.

"No, of course not. Those wands are only suitable, not suitable. Students who buy wands from me must find a wand that suits them." Ollivander said proudly.

"But didn't you say that there is no wand suitable for me here?" Leonard said softly.

"That refers to the ones that are sold on the shelves. They are all relatively common types, which is normal. After all, there are not many people as special as you." Ollivander clamped his wand to his ear, turned around and walked away. A box with the words "semi-finished product" written on it was taken out from the counter.

"In fact, I have also made some wands made of special materials, but they are not finished." Ollivander opened the box, revealing a straight wand with knuckle-shaped protrusions.

The moment he saw this wand, Leonard felt a sense of confusion, because the familiar shape reminded him of the one that was held in the hand of the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, when he watched a movie in his previous life.

The Elder Wand! The strongest wand in Legendary!

But shouldn't that thing have always been in Dumbledore's hands? What's up with this stick in Ollivander's hand?