Vol 2 Chapter 385: Purchase the magic wand (modified, sincere thanks to Ksg of Silver Alliance...

Diagon Alley, Allen quickly walked along the street to the last store, his robe sleeves flying in the cold wind with his steps.
The shop is small and broken. The golden sign on the door has been peeled off, and it says: Ollivander: Well-made wands since 382 BC.
Allen opened the door without hesitation, and dingling bells came from the back of the store.
No one came out to greet him, and Allen sat on the bench and waited patiently.
Suddenly, Allen raised his head and looked behind the counter. An old man appeared there. His big light eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop.
"It's an honor, Mr. Alan Harris." Just looking at Ollivander's appearance, you would never guess that he would have such a soft voice.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Allen stood up and greeted the wand master politely.
"Is your wand okay? I still remember, mahogany, phoenix tail feathers..." He was taken aback for a moment, "You came here because-is it okay?"
Allen shook his head, moved slowly and said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Ollivander, it was destroyed by an accident."
"Did you bring it? I'll see if it can be repaired." Ollivander asked hurriedly.
"It's a pity, it's completely destroyed." Allen apologized, and had to deceive the master in front of him.
"Well, okay." Ollivander's eyes sharpened for an instant. "Let's see which other wand fits you. I remember you are an extremely picky customer."
Allen did not refute, he knew that the other party was not talking about his temperament, but about his previous magical fluctuations.
Ollivander picked and picked on the shelf and handed a brown wand to Allen, "The elderberry is also the tail feather of a phoenix."
Alan took it in his hand, and colored stars spouted from the port of the wand.
"It's wonderful—" Ollivander clapped his hands in admiration, but he stopped quickly, looked at Alan's frowning brows, and asked in surprise: "You don't seem to be satisfied, it seems like Same time, isn’t it the best fit?"
Allen was only planning to buy one for the show, but now he has a new idea: "Yes, I don't think it suits me."
Ollivander did not ask the reason, but continued to search on the shelf that was piled up on the roof, "Here, try this one again."
Groups of red flames spewed out, and Ollivander quickly extinguished them, avoiding the entire wand shop being burned.
"This is also not appropriate." Allen returned the wand to Ollivander, "Although it works well, I can feel that this is not what I want."
"Naturally, it depends on your feelings." Instead of being angry, Ollivander became more and more interested. "Please try it freely."
Allen pretended to feel a bit, and then frowned: "Excuse me, but it seems that there is no magic wand I need here. Forgive me, Mr. Ollivander, can you borrow your production studio? How can I use it? Maybe I can make my own wand."
"Have you actually learned how to make magic wands yourself? Where did you learn the craftsmanship? Grigovic? It's no wonder you feel that it doesn’t fit. After you learn how to make magic wands, your insight into these magical details will be improved. , You will feel your own way." Ollivander asked the question, but before Alan answered, he turned around and made an inviting gesture, "Please follow me, once you learn to make a magic wand, then the world's most The wand that suits you must come from your own hand."
The front store is so small, but the wand making room at the back is very large, so big it can be used as a training place for intensive training classes.
The walls were painted green, lifeless olive green. Allen looked up at the ceiling and saw an iron chandelier with twelve candles in a circle.
On one wall, a huge fireplace occupies most of the space. On the iron shelf next to it, various materials are placed in different categories.
The wooden chests of drawers are stacked on top of each other up to the ceiling. Labels such as "Dragon Heart Tendon" and "Snake Nerve" are attached to it.
The rest of the walls are covered with black and white photos, which are all yellowed because of the age. The wizard inside looked at Ellen curiously.
"Mr. Harris, you can use the tools in the room as you like. However, I think it is the magic wand that chooses the wizard, and you may not recognize each other after it is done. You have to be patient."
After speaking, Ollivander sat down on an old green sofa, the old spring was crushed by him.
Allen looked at the room, looked at the photos, and the broken carpets and old tables and chairs with little burn marks. High above the head, the candlelight jumped slightly, their shadows swaying on the wall.
"Mr. Ollivander, my opinion is different from yours. The wizard is the owner of the wand and can choose the wand freely." Allen said his ideas loudly, "but I did not learn from Master Grigovich I taught myself the production technology."
The portrait on the wall immediately clamored and mocked Allen's overweight.
Ollivander stretched out his hands and pressed down, and the sound on the wall stopped immediately.
"Oh, let us see your craft." Ollivander leaned against the back of the sofa, but kept his sharp eyes on Allen. "Actually, you came to me to buy a magic wand before entering school. At that time, I thought about accepting you as an apprentice of stick-making...Unfortunately, I didn’t speak at that time when you were too old...Unexpectedly, you started to teach yourself how to make sticks."
Allen smiled awkwardly and politely. There was no argument. It was more important to make it. But he also remembered Ollivander’s enthusiasm when he introduced himself to the wand and his desire to learn how to make a wand. Presumably...
No longer thinking about it, Allen took some materials from the shelf and cabinet beside it~EbookFREE.me~ and chose a wand that was barely handy on the wand shelf beside it.
Then Allen began to process these materials, squeezing, pressing, twisting... a series of movements, fast and precise.
"Very professional handling..." Ollivander sat up straight, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Alan put his hand into his robe, blocked Ollivander’s sight and took out a box from the space. When Ollivander could see the materials in the box, he could no longer sit still and stood up. , Quickly walked to Allen's side.
"Metal materials... The method of making the wand of ancient alchemist Jeber!" Ollivander looked at Alan with scorching eyes.
Allen nodded slightly. "When I went to the United States with Professor Flitwick a few years ago, I was fortunate to get the incomplete notes of the alchemist master Jeber. Unfortunately, there are only a part of it if you use metal to make magic wands. If there are enough Mithril, this magic wand will be more perfect. Unfortunately, it’s hard to find enough Mithril now. I can only use platinum instead. Mr. Ollivander, I don’t know if you are interested. Use your magic wand skills What about exchanging learning with the lost technology I acquired?"
Allen intends to use the key technology of deleting the "growth" part of the growth wand, only the part of how to make the wand with metal materials in exchange for Ollivander's wand making technology, in order to better research and develop the growth wand potential. I believe that this part of knowledge is enough to attract the magic wand maker Ollivander.
"Are you willing? Oh... I mean, I am willing." Ollivander, who has been obsessed with wands all his life, was a little excited, and he spoke faster: "I will exchange wand making skills with you!"