"Good morning!" said an old man with very light pupils, standing in front of them. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Molly Prewett. What a delight. Twelve inches long, cherry wood, stronger , that's a fine wand for magic."
"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, I like this wand very much." Mrs. Weasley hurriedly stood up and said hello, "This child is Irving Mason, this is my daughter Ginny Weasley, they are both Hogwarts is new this year and needs to buy a new wand."
"Of course, of course!" Ollivander turned his gaze to Ginny and Ivan standing aside, "Wizards need a wand to cast magic, but remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard!"
Aiwen swallowed, not sure how to answer the other party.
"Okay, let me take a look!" Ollivander did not pause, he took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, and came to Ginny, "Ladies first, Ms. Weasley, Which hand do you use your wand with?"
"Right hand!" Ginny replied in a low voice.
"Put your arms up, please." Ollivander measured Ginny, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally head circumference.
While measuring, he explained to Ginny and Ivan, "Every Ollivander wand has a super-strong magic substance, which is its essence. We usually use unicorn hair , phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves, each Ollivander wand is unique as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly alike. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, It will never have such a good effect.”
"Always remember this, the wand chooses the wizard!"
After he finished speaking, he disappeared among the densely packed shelves. Before Ivan could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw him walking out with a box.
"There is no doubt that the Weasleys are very susceptible to unicorns, there is no doubt about it," said Ollivander softly, "try this one, fourteen inches, ebony, unicorn Mao, it's a little bent."
Ginny had just held it in his hand when he took it back.
"No, I think it should be this one, made of willow and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, and very elastic!"
As soon as Ginny took it, a red light burst out from the tip of the wand she was holding, like gold stars shooting out like fireworks, and the dancing light spots were cast on the four walls.
"Extraordinary combination, very suitable for manipulating spells, you will definitely get good grades in the spell class." Immediately afterwards, Ollivander turned to look at Ivan, and said softly, "Mr. Mason, I think this round it's your turn."
Like Ginny, Ivan is also used to using the wand with his right hand. He also measures the size first, but his selection process is not as simple as Ginny.
Ivan tried one after another, but he was snatched by Ollivander as soon as he held it in his hand, which made him look a little silly.
"Like Mr. Porter last year, he is a picky customer, but it doesn't matter, you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable one here!" Ollivander looked very happy, "Let me think about it Thought, oh, there it is, fourteen-and-a-half inches, vinewood, with a Thestral tail feather core, the last wand my great-grandfather ever made, who was a very famous master wandmaker in his day."
As soon as Ivan received it in his hand, a stream of heat gushed out from between his fingers, and a white halo emitted from the tip of the wand, like ripples in the water, spreading outward in circles.
"Wonderful, very wonderful!" Ollivander's voice became softer, "I don't like using thestral tail feathers very much, but I have to say, Mr. Mason, you and this wand are indeed a very wonderful combination."
"I'm sorry, sir!" When there were only the two of them left in the room, Ivan asked in a low voice, "What made you feel strange just now?"
Ivan was really curious. The inner core of the wand in his hand was the tail feathers of thestrals, which was different from other wands made by Ollivander.
"As we all know, thestrals are considered a symbol of bad luck." Ollivander stared at Ivan with milky white pupils, "This is a very strange substance, and only wizards who can control death can control it."
Ollivander’s voice seemed to be floating down from the sky. Hearing his explanation, Ivan had the urge to throw away the wand in his hand. It was weird, dead, and unlucky. He didn’t want to be considered a Successor of the Dark Lord.
"Mr. Mason, the magic power you emitted just now has a very strong positive energy. It is an energy that is completely opposite to the tail feathers of thestrals, so I would say it is very wonderful." Ollivander leaned close to Ivan's face, his voice low whispered, "Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, Mr. Mason, and there is no doubt that you will achieve great things in the future."
Ivan was horrified, and felt that all his secrets had been seen through. He was sure that he would not like this Mr. Ollivander.
After leaving the wand shop, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, Mrs. Weasley led Ivan and Ginny to Madam Malkin's robe store, but compared to before, Ginny's interest was very low, because she wanted to choose a uniform from those old robes that suited her. .
Aiwen found that this was simply too cruel, especially when he asked Mrs. Malkin to measure his size, while looking at Ginny's sad expression not far away, he felt like a sinner.
"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for inviting me to your home."
"Dear Ivan, you don't have to be so polite. You and Harry are good boys. Arthur and I welcome you to our home very much." Mrs. Weasley came over, rubbed Ivan's hair, and looked gratified.
"Thank you, I want to give you a gift as a thank you!"
Aiwen said awkwardly, "If you don't mind, I want to give Ginny a new robe."
"No, child, this is too expensive!" Mrs. Weasley looked shocked, and Ginny, who was standing aside, looked up expectantly.
"To me, it's nothing." Ai Wen continued speaking quickly, as if seeing that Mrs. Weasley wanted to refuse and didn't give the other party time to react, "You can treat it as a gift from me to Kim. A Christmas present from Ni, we're friends after all."
More than ten minutes later, with the joint efforts of Ivan's persistent persuasion, Ginny's expectant gaze, and Mrs. Malkin's agreement to give a very reasonable discounted price, Mrs. Weasley finally agreed to accept the gift.
In the next second, she hugged Aiwen tightly in her arms. Looking at Ginny with a flushed face and Mrs. Malkin's half-smile expression, Aiwen was embarrassed for a long time.