In Diagon Alley, Allen quickly walked down the street to the last shop, his sleeves fluttering in the cold wind.
This shop was small and run-down, the golden signboard on the door had already peeled off. On it was written: Ollivander's Excellent Wand Made Since 382 BC.
Allen pushed open the door without hesitation, and a bell rang from the back of the shop.
No one came out to welcome him, and Allen sat down on a bench and waited patiently.
Suddenly, Allen raised his head and looked behind the counter. An old man appeared there, his large, light-colored eyes shining like two bright moons in the dim shop.
"My pleasure, Allen? Mr Harris. " Just by looking at Ollivander's appearance, one would never have guessed that he had such a gentle voice.
"Hello, Mr Ollivander." Allen stood up and politely greeted this master of wands.
"Is your magic wand still working? I still remember, mahogany wood, the nerves of a phoenix … "He suddenly paused," You're here for … Is it alright? "
Allen shook his head and slowly moved his feet, saying, "I'm really sorry, Mr Ollivander. Due to an accident, it was destroyed."
"Did you bring it with you? Let me see if it can be repaired. "Ollivander hurriedly asked.
"It's really a pity, it's completely destroyed." Allen felt guilty, and had no choice but to lie to this master in front of him.
"Oh, alright then." Ollivander's gaze instantly sharpened, "Let's see which other wand suits you. I remember that 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 past magical waves.
Ollivander picked through the shelves and handed a brown wand to Alan. "It's made of elderwood and also the nerves of the Phoenix."
Allen took it in his hand, and multicolored starlight gushed out from the wand's end.
"How wonderful …" Ollivander clapped his hands in praise, but he quickly came to a halt. Looking at Allen's frowning face, he said in surprise, "You don't seem to be satisfied."
Allen had only intended to buy one to put on a show, but now he had a new idea. "Yes, I don't think it suits me."
Ollivander didn't ask for the reason. Instead, he continued to search the shelves that were piled up to the ceiling. "Here, try this one."
Balls of red flames shot out, but Ollivander quickly extinguished them, preventing the entire wand shop from being burned to the ground.
"This one is not suitable either." Allen returned the wand to Ollivander. "Although the effect is very good, I can feel that this is not what I want."
"Naturally, your feelings are the most important." Ollivander didn't get angry. Instead, he became even more excited.
Allen tried one wand after another. The wands that he had tried were piled up on the bench, and the pile grew taller and taller.
Every wand in Allen's hands was able to bring out the greatest effect. Every wand seemed to fit Allen's needs, but Allen didn't show any interest in any of them.
"Aiya, aiya …" Ollivander finally stopped rummaging and searching. He looked at Allen with his pale, colorless eyes. "This is really too strange. Every wand has chosen to submit, but you don't seem to be satisfied with any of them."
"It seems that there isn't a wand that I need here. Please forgive my presumptuousness, Mr. Ollivander. Can you lend me your crafting room? Perhaps I can make my own wand. "Allen sincerely requested.
"You actually know how to make your own wand. No wonder you feel that it doesn't suit you. Because you will have your own feelings for every trace of magic fluctuation." Ollivander immediately turned around and made an inviting gesture. "Please follow me. Once you learn how to make a wand, then the most suitable wand in the world for you will definitely come from your own hands."
The shop in front was so small, but the wand crafting room at the back was extremely large. It was so large that it could be used as a training ground.
The walls were painted green, a lifeless olive green. Allen raised his head and looked at the ceiling. He saw an iron chandelier with twelve candles in a circle.
On one wall, a huge fireplace took up most of the space. On the iron shelves at the side, various materials were arranged according to their categories.
Wooden drawers were stacked layer by layer, reaching all the way to the ceiling. Labels such as "Dragon's Nerves" and "Lizard's Heart" were pasted on them.
The rest of the walls were filled with black and white photos. Because they were too old, they had all turned yellow. The Magus inside curiously sized up Allen.
"Mister Harris, you can use the tools in the room as you wish. However, the wand chooses the Magus. Once it is done, it may not be mutually approved. You have to be patient. "
After saying that, Ollivander sat down on a shabby green sofa, the old springs collapsing under his weight.
Alan looked at the room, at the photos, at the broken carpet with spots of scorch marks, and at the ancient tables and chairs. High above their heads, the candlelight flickered, and their shadows swayed on the wall.
"Mister Ollivander, I have a different view from you. The Magus is the owner of the wand and can freely choose the wand." Allen said clearly.
The portraits on the wall immediately became noisy.
Ollivander stretched out his hands and pressed them down. The voices on the wall immediately stopped.
"Oh, then let us see your craftsmanship." Ollivander leaned against the back of the sofa, but his sharp gaze was fixed on Allen.
Allen smiled faintly and did not refute. Doing it was more important than anything else.
Allen took some materials from the shelves and cabinets next to him, and then picked out a wand from the wand shelf next to him. He was barely able to use it.
Then, Allen began to process the materials. Gathering, pressing, twisting … A series of movements were as smooth as flowing water, quick and precise.
"A very professional processing technique …" Ollivander sat up straight and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Allen reached into his robe, blocking Ollivander's view, and took out a box from the space. When Ollivander saw the materials in the box clearly, he could no longer sit still. He stood up and quickly walked to Allen's side. He could no longer sit still and stood up, quickly walking to Allen's side.
"Metal materials … The method to make a wand from the ancient alchemist, Jeb!" Ollivander looked at Allen with a burning gaze.
Allen nodded slightly, "A few years ago, when I followed Professor Fleevy to America, I was fortunate enough to obtain the incomplete notes of the great alchemist, Jeb. Unfortunately, only a part of the technique to make a wand using metal. If there was enough mithril, this wand would be even more perfect. Unfortunately, it is very difficult to find enough mithril now, so I can only use platinum as a substitute. Mister Ollivander, I wonder if you are interested in using your wand crafting techniques to exchange with my lost technique? "
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