My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Please, Mr. Riddle. You come first." Nelson took a step back and gave the stage a few feet away to Tom, who was impatient and ready to move.

"Come on, I'm also curious, is it the fateful wand that finally chose you?" He thought to himself.

"Mr. Riddle? Tom Riddle..." Ollivander drawled Tom's name in his unique ethereal voice, "Which hand is yours?"

"Right... right hand." Even the precocious Tom seemed a little nervous when facing such an important moment in his life.

"Okay, Mr. Riddle." Ollivander took out a silver tape measure from nowhere, the scale on this tape measure was badly worn, and the color was very close to Ollivander's eyes, "Extend your arm, like this."

He measured from Tom's shoulders to his fingertips, and then measured Tom's forearm, forearm, height, wingspan, and even waist and head circumference. Nelson noticed that although Ollivander held the tape measure in his hand, his hand It seems that there is no force to control the tape measure, and the tape measure jumps up and down as if it is alive. Noticing Nelson's gaze, Ollivander explained: "This tape measure has been with our family since the establishment of Ollivander's wand shop in 382 BC. It has been able to complete its tasks perfectly for generations. —to help each of the wands made by Ollivanders find the most suitable companion for them."

"Each of Ollivander's wands is unique and unique." He took out a notebook and started flipping through it, as if looking for something, "Each wand has its own unique core, which is made of materials from powerful magical creatures. We only use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon heartstrings as cores, they are all beautiful and powerful magical creatures. These magical creatures are unique, after all, there are no two unique ones in the world horned beast, dragon or phoenix."

Ollivander waved his wand, and the tape measure began to measure some embarrassing places on Tom—like the width of his nostrils. At the same time, boxes containing wands flew out of the same pile one by one. "These unique wands will choose their own owners, so when you use someone else's wand, there is a high probability that you will cast crappy magic because you are not recognized."

"Try this one, Mr. Riddle." Ollivander put away his ruler. "Blackthorn and dragon's heartstring, twelve and three quarter inches, this wand can cast a powerful Magic, accompany you through difficulties and make contributions.”

Tom took the wand, and a ball of flame roared up from the tip of the wand, rolling up a whirlwind with heat waves. Nelson felt a little glaring and uncomfortable, and unconsciously closed his eyes. Tom looked at the scene he had created, his face was excited, and he was about to speak.

"Not bad, but not enough." Ollivander drew his wand from Tom's hand, "Let me see, ebony and dragon's heartstring, ten inches long, stubby and strong, a good wand for attacking. "

Tom took the wand, and suddenly bursts of lightning burst out all over his body. Nelson watched beside him, and couldn't help but "fuck" in his heart. This scene of a large static electricity explosion seemed to not move Ollivander. He didn't care about the surroundings. The beating lightning, reached out and took out the wand, "It's not very stable..."

"Try this one, acacia and unicorn hair, eleven inches, it's a faithful wand..."

"Try this one, a rare and remarkable combination, applewood and phoenix tail feathers..."

"Try this..."

...

Tom, who stood still and was at the mercy of Ollivander, was a little overwhelmed. Nelson watched the cool CG that seemed to be awakened more than a dozen times, and he had already developed aesthetic fatigue and even a little numbness, but Ollivander still enjoyed it.

"Picky customers, isn't it? The wand maker of the Ollivander family likes picky customers the most. In fact, every customer is very picky. After all, for wizards, wands spend more time with them than lovers. Long, so you need to be more careful." He rummaged through the pile of boxes and took out another one, "Try this pair! Yew wood, phoenix tail feathers, thirteen and a half inches, powerful, extremely powerful."

Tom, who received the wand, slowly floated up. Although he was in a small shop with closed doors and windows, the jacket he was wearing was still raised backwards, as if a hunting wind was sweeping here! Tom raised his right hand, looked down at the wand in his hand, raised his left hand again, and stroked this extraordinary and destined wand like a lover, then lowered his head, and pressed his thin and pale lips to the wand, Just floating in the air, kissing it.

"Yew is often associated with death in legends, but Phoenix is ​​famous for its rebirth from Nirvana..." Ollivander looked at Tom floating in the air, with silver eyes like a mirror, and said with relief, "I am in this business Haven't seen anything like it in years, you're going to do great things, Mr Riddle, this is a wand that was born for you."

...

"Mr. Williams, it's your turn." Tom, who landed on the ground, still pretended to be calm and calm, but kept secretly wiping with the cuff of his left hand and holding it tightly with his right hand. live wand. Hearing Ollivander's call, Nelson also suppressed his anxiety and stepped forward to undergo a medical examination.

"Which hand do you usually use?"

"Right hand, sir." Nelson, who had learned from the past, cooperated exceptionally, and the measurement ended smoothly and quickly. After a while, more than a dozen boxes containing magic wands flew in front of Ollivander.

"Try this first, birch, phoenix feather, thirteen and a half inches, beautiful and divine."

Nelson took the wand and nothing seemed to happen.

"Ah, this..."

He was about to open his mouth to break the embarrassment, but suddenly felt a little cold in his ankles, and looked down.

The dense water vapor was permeating the entire shop, and soon condensed on the floor into clear and translucent water droplets. These water vapors were not as eye-catching as the fire that erupted when Tom got the first wand, but they were extremely harmonious, even and symmetrical.

"That's it?" Nelson was wondering what this phenomenon was, when Ollivander suddenly took his wand away.

"No no, you should try this one, willow, unicorn hair, fourteen inches, extremely flexible, a good wand for advanced magical skills"

Nelson took the wand, and the water vapor in the room became thicker, even like a thick fog, which developed to the point of making it difficult to breathe. Just as he was about to speak, Ollivander quickly snatched the wand away.

Strangely, after releasing the wand, the water vapor in the room did not disappear immediately like Tom's special effects before, but lingered for a while and dissipated like real fog. Looking at the fog in the store, Ollivander stood in front of the pile of wands, thinking hard.

"I can try the technique of fog concealment in the future? Or the technique of rain and tiger freedom?" Nelson stood there bored, his calf was itchy from the water vapor, but he was embarrassed to bend over to scratch, Ollivander As if disconnected, he had no choice but to think of something strange to divert his thinking, "In the future when I fight other wizards, I can say 'my pain is above yours' first, and then use the first-mover advantage of fashion value Come crush your opponent..."

"Pa—" Ollivander clapped his hands, interrupting Nelson's wild thoughts, "You must have grown up in London, let's try these wands." He held out a bunch of wands and asked Nelson to try them one by one.

But these wands in the hands of Nelson will only make the fog in the wand shop more and more... Even after trying a dozen of them, the fog after the wands are no longer gradually thinned or dissipated, but formed A substantial mist diffused from the cracks in the shop doors to the street outside.

"Luminescent flashes." Ollivander's wand tip lit up a light, allowing him to see his customers, and Tom, who was startled by the light, retracted the dog in the thick fog, relying on others to be invisible. With his own wand in his hand, he put the wand back into his pocket and looked around.

"Why did this happen?" Ollivander was also puzzled, "Mr. Williams..."

"Sorry, I..." Nelson didn't know how to explain.

"Sorry, this shouldn't be a problem for customers, I must find a wand that suits you."

After a while, Ollivander came out again with a stack of boxes, "I think we should change our thinking. Although we are in the fog, we shouldn't lock our minds in the fog. These things seem to be related to yours at present. Wands with unrelated traits—"

Ollivander stopped his analysis, with extreme surprise in his silver eyes, he saw a slender black wand flying out of the pile of wands, flying into Nelson's hand and being held by him.

"—It seems that it still has a lot to do with your characteristics."

Nelson raised his hand, and the mist that escaped in the shop surged towards the wand in his hand crazily. The hem of the short windbreaker he was wearing fluttered with the strong wind around him. The store really stirred up a gust of wind!

"The black walnut tanned body is extremely strong, not easy to bend, and the dragon's heart string is used as the core to make this wand even stronger! Beautiful wand, fourteen inches, slender, straight... a perfect combination. Mr. Nelson, you You have a special talent, please dig it out, but before that, you must always ask yourself."

Ollivander plays the role of a qualified narrator or narrator. When he said the last word, the wand in Nelson's hand just sucked all the mist into it, and then, calm!

Tom watched the process of his friend looking for the wand, and seemed to be secretly contrasting in his heart, and suddenly smiled, "It's a pity you can't fly", his expression is too easy to read.

Nelson raised his hand and looked at the wand in his hand. As Ollivander said, it was a slender, straight wand. The length of fourteen inches made it look longer than other people's wands. Nelson and Tom were taller for their age, barely able to hold fourteen-inch and thirteen-and-a-half-inch wands. Nelson took the wand close to his eyes and looked carefully. The unique grain of black walnut made the wand look gorgeous and mysterious. He waved his right hand lightly, and the only chair in Ollivander's store collapsed... This wand gave He has a feeling of being connected by blood, like an arm and a finger.

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander."

"It's okay. It's back to normal." Gently waving the wand, the chair was intact, and Ollivander smiled and looked at the two of them with big bright silver eyes, "The wands in my store are like my children. They found The right partner, I am the happiest person."

Tom and Nelson stroked their wands and smiled at each other.

"However," Ollivander added, "Mr. Riddle, you need to pay seven Galleons for your wand, and Mr. Williams, you have to pay seven Galleons and thirteen Sigrams."