The White Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 8 Twin Wand Cores

"Would you like to go to Diagon Alley together next? It's always inconvenient for you to go shopping alone." After making an appointment to study together during the summer vacation, Hermione took the initiative to invite Love. She thought they could go get other necessities first.

After shopping, go back to the bookstore to buy books.

"I am not alone. I met a very kind uncle. He is the gamekeeper of Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Love looked out the window and saw Hagrid holding two large ice creams at the bookstore window. Their eyes met, and Hagrid had a simple smile on his face.

"What a coincidence, he's here." Love waved to Hagrid and quickly walked out of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

The first impression Hagrid left on Hermione was not a good one. His huge body and beard and hair like an ancient Nordic god made her instinctively fearful. However, after seeing the two huge ice cream cones and the simple look on his face,

After smiling, Hermione felt that this giant was not a bad person.

"It looks like you have made friends." Hagrid thrust three balls of ice cream, which were half as long as Love's forearm, into his hand and said with a smile.

"Thank you..." Love pulled out a small spoon from the top ice cream ball, scooped out a spoonful of ice cream, and said while eating: "Yes, she is my classmate at the same school, and we have made an appointment to go together during the summer vacation.

Preview your homework."

The fine milk fragrance exploded in his mouth, making him narrow his eyes in satisfaction.

"Preview your homework!" Hagrid heard the outrageous remarks, "You actually have to preview your homework during the summer vacation before school starts?!"

For Hagrid, this is more puzzling than the sun rising from the west, because when the summer vacation comes, the summer vacation homework will follow, like a gangrene on the bones, tormenting the students on vacation. Only the summer vacation before enrollment can get rid of this curse.

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Before she could think about it, Mr. Ollivander walked up to her, took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket and asked her: "Miss Granger, which arm do you usually use?

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Ollivander's Wand Shop is located at the end of Diagon Alley. The store door is small and shabby, and even the gold letters on the sign have peeled off. But as long as Mr. Garrick Ollivander, one of the three major wand makers in Europe, is still there,

Work inside, it's the best wand shop in the world.

It turned out that like Hermione, he was also a "picky" customer. The boxes of tried wands piled up in a hill beside the counter, and Love still couldn't find his own wand.

"Okay, raise your arms." Mr. Ollivander manipulated the measuring tape and measured Hermione's body measurements, first from shoulders to fingertips, then from wrists to elbows, as well as shoulder height and leg length.

Head circumference, all kinds of data were collected in great detail. He used a magic tape measure, which can be operated automatically, which saved a lot of effort and allowed the old gentleman to have extra energy to chat with Hermione.

During the conversation, the measuring tape fell to the ground and rolled up into a ball, ending the measurement. Mr. Ollivander shuttled between the shelves and initially screened out a few boxes based on the measurement results.

"Would you like to try some? The ingredients used in this ice cream are very honest." Love handed his ice cream to Hermione. He didn't have any extra thoughts, he just felt that the ice cream was too big and he would have to deal with it alone.

, I’m afraid it’s not good for the stomach.

"It's not very good. Try this one. It's made of acacia wood and unicorn hair. It's eight and a half inches long and has good elasticity. It's not good either. It's nine inches of maple wood and phoenix feathers..."

The two of them shared the big ice cream one spoonful at a time. By the time they reached the entrance of the wand shop, the ice cream had already been eaten by the two of them.

Faced with this situation, Mr. Ollivander touched his chin and suddenly thought of something. He quickly ran to the edge of the shelf and pulled out a box from there.

"I should have thought of this earlier," he said, glancing at Hermione who was standing in the corner secretly observing the situation: "Dragon's nerve, laurel wood, thirteen inches."

Hermione took the wand, and the next moment sweet music sounded in their ears.

When Love held the wand, he knew it was the wand that belonged to him.

After receiving a positive answer, Hermione carefully pulled out the spoon from the bottom ice cream ball, took a scoop of ice cream, put it into her mouth and savored it.

The ball at the bottom is yogurt-flavored. The cold ice cream melts in the girl's warm mouth and turns into a small pool of white fluid. Under the flick of her dexterous tongue, it flows deep into the throat, combining both sour and sweet tastes.

It was brought to every corner of the mouth and exploded in Hermione's mouth like a bomb.

Love is right, Garrick Ollivander is indeed the most outstanding wand maker in their family. His greatest strength is that he has established a set of standards for wand making and formed a standardized process. In his

Before taking over the family business, wizards used a variety of wand cores. A customer would often give the wandmaker their favorite, inherited from their ancestors, or a magical substance trusted by the family, but Mr. Ollivander was a pure

He believes that the core of the best wand will never be the beard of the customer's favorite cat or the white branch that saves him from poisoning, but should be something as powerful as a unicorn, a fire dragon, or a phoenix.

Materials produced by magical animals. This may be why the wands he made have always been better than any other wands.

Mr. Ollivander wrapped her wand in brown paper and put it in a box. She excitedly came to her father holding her own wand, and excitedly told him all the details of her wand in a low voice.

Hermione happily grasped the wand that belonged to her.

After Hermione found her wand, it was Love's turn.

"Okay, Miss Granger, try this one - it's made of willow wood and dragon nerve. It's nine inches long and very tough.

"Now I think there is a high probability that you two will go to Ravenclaw." Hagrid muttered.

Seeing that Love had completely followed her own train of thought, Hermione's eyes flashed with relief, her eyes sparkling like stars: Sure enough, his knowledge reserve is also very rich!

"I'm right-handed," Hermione replied.

"Is it really okay?"

"First time meeting someone as tall as me?" Hagrid was used to being stared at by strangers, so he could face Hermione's gaze calmly. However, Hermione was a little embarrassed by him:

Staring at other people is not polite behavior.

Hermione and Love frowned at the same time.

Mr. Ollivander's aura had also undergone some changes when he returned to the home court. He quickly discussed with Hagrid the wand he sold to Hagrid. After so many years, he still remembered it freshly.

Hagrid didn't care about this at all. He cared more about his ice cream. The better the raw materials and the purer the ice cream, the faster it melted. The one in Hagrid's hand was already showing signs of melting, so he opened his mouth and took a big bite.

Chocolate chip nut ice cream, and then checked off Love's shopping list.

"It's a pity that they broke it when they fired you. It was a good wand." Mr. Ollivander glanced at Hagrid, who subconsciously tightened the handle of the pink umbrella he carried with him.

Umbrella handle.

At this time, Hermione also came to the outside of the bookstore with her father, staring at Hagrid with curious eyes.

"Spiral..." Hermione chewed on this unfamiliar word, thoughtfully.

"According to you, the wand also has its own personality, right?" Love interjected and asked.

"Hey, it is said that the original Ollivander family arrived in Britain with the Romans, and then set up a small stall here to help make wands for ancient British wizards." Seeing Hermione's obsession, Hagrid gave her some knowledge

Let’s take a look at the history of the Ollivander family.

"Of course!" Mr. Ollivander nodded: "The characteristics of a wand depend on the unique tree and the magical creature it is made from. In addition, each wand begins to develop from the moment it chooses its ideal owner.

Learning and teaching its human companions. Wandology is a lifelong study that I continue to study to this day."

The feeling of being in harmony is very mysterious, and the wand also flashed a silvery white light in response to Love.

"The owner of Florin Ice Cream Shop, he is an interesting old man who knows a lot of obscure historical knowledge. His ancestor also served as the principal of Hogwarts!"

Chatting with top students is annoying! This is the first time Hagrid has encountered such a situation since he was so old.

That saying goes well: Even if some things are true, you can't just talk about them.

"Next, you still need to buy school uniforms and a wand," he said vaguely, as if his teeth were hit by ice cream: "Let's go to Ollivander's first to buy a wand. There is only Ollivander in Diagon Alley.

The Vanders sell wands, and you can definitely buy the wand that suits you best there."

And now someone actually wants to study spontaneously during the summer vacation? Hagrid couldn't understand it and was greatly shocked.

"The core of a wand is its essence, so it must use super powerful magical substances, such as unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Every Ollivander wand is unique, because there are no two

The exact same unicorn, dragon or phoenix. The wizard picks the wand, and the wand picks the wizard. If you use another wizard's wand, you will never use it as well as your own wand."

As soon as Hermione took the wand, Mr. Ollivander snatched it away in less than a second.

On the way to Ollivander's Wand Shop, Love kept taking small sips of his own ice cream. Every time he took a bite, he showed an extremely satisfied look, which made Hermione feel a little greedy.

Hermione took one wand after another from Mr. Ollivander, but none of them satisfied him. In total, Hermione had tried more than a dozen wands, but Mr. Ollivander was not impatient at all.

On the contrary, he seemed to be getting happier and happier.

Hagrid:……

"But the Romans only began to conquer Britannia in 43 AD. In 382 BC, Rome didn't even conquer Carthage!" Hermione exposed the loopholes in this story.

"I have kept some wands with relatively rare body materials here -" Before he could finish his words, a sudden movement interrupted his words.

A box suddenly erupted with colorful sparks like fireworks.

The interior of Ollivander's Wand Shop is small, with nothing but a bench. Behind the counter, there are thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes almost reaching the ceiling, all of which are filled with wands made by Mr. Ollivander.

.Perhaps it was because of these wands that after stepping here, Love felt a quiet and sacred atmosphere, just like stepping into a dimly lit church.

"Huh? Mr. Ollivander, why are you out here?" Hagrid recognized the old man and said with some surprise.

Hermione admitted that the ice cream was indeed delicious.

Hermione's eyes widened: Hagrid had actually been expelled from Hogwarts? It seemed like there was something inside that she didn't know about?

"Who told you this rumor?" Love wanted to know the source of the news and confirm its authenticity.

"Come in with me." He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, leading the three of them into the wand shop.

"Thank you for the compliment. It's really too much. I just stand on the shoulders of the ancestors of all generations." A soft voice sounded behind Hagrid, startling everyone.

"Very good!" Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands: "Congratulations, Miss Granger, you have gained your own wand! Grapevine wands are not very common, and their owners are always those with greater ambitions.

Wizards and witches, those who have higher vision than ordinary people and often surprise those who think they know them best, this wand can cast wonderful magical effects the moment the suitable owner enters the entrance of the room, as you have just seen."

"Exquisite wands were made in 382 BC... Oh my god, this wand shop has a history of more than 2,300 years!" Hermione exclaimed after seeing the words on the signboard. Suddenly, this inconspicuous shop

The store seems to be shrouded in sacred light, and the weight of time and history comes to your face.

Hagrid moved a little, and then Love saw the old man with bright eyes behind him.

"I'm not trapped in the Earthbound Spirit. I occasionally leave my shop." Mr. Ollivander complained helplessly. On weekdays, he lives in seclusion and rarely goes out except to buy food and staff-making materials.

It gives people the illusion that they will never step out of the store.

"Britain at that time was dominated by Celtic people." Love added next to him.

"But even counting from 43 AD, this wand shop is close to two thousand years old. What's more, the most important thing is the gentleman who makes wands for us now, isn't it? I believe he is the best.

Wand maker, because the development of things is in an upward spiral!" Love also began to subsidize Ollivander's Wand Shop - there is no reason to expose other people's shortcomings at the door of their store, do you still want to buy a wand?!

"A picky customer! It doesn't matter, please come with me." He asked Hermione to go with him to a small room at the side of the shop.

"Oh, great, great, oh...it's amazing, it's amazing..." Mr. Ollivander let out a series of exclamations.

"Aha! Try this - grape vine wood, dragon's nerve, nine and three-quarter inches, a magical number!" Mr. Ollivander stepped forward, took out a box, and put the wand inside

Passed it to Hermione.

Love blinked, wondering what the wonder was.

"I remember every wand I sell, Mr. Morn. I've said before that every Ollivander's wand is unique because no two magical creatures are exactly the same, but that's not true.

, because the materials in a phoenix or fire dragon can make more than one wand. From the nerves of the same fire dragon, one made your wand, and the other made another wand." Mr. Ollivander's

He pointed his hand towards Hermione.

"Your wands have twin cores."

Second update at 6pm

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