People are actually very adaptable, just like if you stay in the toilet for a long time, you can no longer smell the smell.
Either the environment adapts to you, or you adapt to the environment. Harry obviously couldn't do the former, so he could only choose the latter.
The half-dead Hagrid dragged his heavy steps towards the Leaky Cauldron, while Harry walked in the direction pointed by Hagrid. Ollivander's Wand Shop was in the middle and back of Diagon Alley.
The buildings here are much more dilapidated than the busy commercial street in front. There are only three or four shops that still have signs of business, but there are not many shops in the city. The most conspicuous place at the intersection is Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Harry paused under the shop sign and looked up.
Ollivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC.
There is nothing wrong with the blurb of the advertisement, which fits the definition of a wizard wielding a small stick. However, what is displayed in the dusty window is not a solitary wand on faded velvet, but an old-looking one, similar to As for the strange wooden barrel that looks like a rolling pin, you can tell from the label on it that this is the first generation of new wands designed for Europeans by Leoc Ollivander in 1230, imitating the Eastern Fire Wand.
Harry became more silent, but at the same time, he suddenly felt a little excited in his heart.
He opened the door, and the sound of wind chimes was clear and sweet.
'Ring ring ring~' the sound came from somewhere deep in the store.
The front hall of Ollivander's Wand Shop is very small, with nothing else but a bench. Behind the counter, huge wooden shelves extend to the ceiling more than ten meters high, and the shelves are densely stacked. There are small boxes, various long black boxes.
There seems to be some mysterious magic hidden in the dust and silence here.
"Good afternoon." A soft voice said, startling Harry. Ollivander floated out from the darkness behind the counter like a ghost. He had a pair of bright big eyes with pupils. The color is very light, which makes him look a bit like a ghost.
"Good afternoon, old gentleman." Harry took a deep breath to calm down.
"Oh, yes," Ollivander began, "Yes, I know I will see you soon, Harry Potter, that's no problem, your eyes are just like your mother's when she got here Came here to buy her first wand, it was just yesterday. It was ten and a quarter inches long, made of willow wood. When the trigger was pulled, it clicked very crisply. It was a good wand for casting spells."
Ollivander walked up to Harry and stared at him with his moon-like light silver eyes. Harry's hair stood on end and his back felt cold. He seemed to have been seen through. This gaze seemed to have magic power.
"Your father is different. He likes mahogany. It is eleven inches long, has good rebound, is extremely flexible, has fast burst speed, and is stronger. It is perfect for use in transformation. I say you Dad loved it—in fact, the wand chooses the wizard.”
Ollivander leaned closer, but he was not looking at Harry's eyes, but staring at the scar on his forehead. Harry had never hidden him. For him, a grid tattoo on his forehead Rock is actually quite handsome, and he matches his body, which is the same style as Stallone's.
"It's different, it's indeed different."
Ollivander's fingers touched the scar on Harry's forehead, and he murmured: "There are indeed subtle differences. What an interesting discovery."
"What?" Harry asked, somewhat confused.
"Your scar..." Ollivander retracted his finger and stepped back a little, "It was done by a wand I sold. It is thirteen and a half inches long, made of yew wood, and is very powerful. It's so powerful that most people can't pull the trigger, but it falls into the hands of bad people..."
"A .50 caliber Desert Eagle?" Harry said the pistol he saw in his dream.
"I don't know what it will look like after that. It may be, it may not be. If there is a wand that recognizes two wizards at the same time, I mean if, because this kind of thing can't happen, it has never happened, then it will be the same between two wizards. It also looks different in the hands of a wizard.”
"The wand chooses the wizard, the wand recognizes the wizard, and the wizard affects the wand. They are one, influencing each other."
"Wandology is a very profound knowledge. If you are interested, Hogwarts has introductory books. It is on the east side of the library, on shelf No. 133, on the second floor, seventh from the left. I read it back then. It was written by my great-great-grandfather, and it’s still a great book to start with.”
Ollivander's memory is ridiculously strong. He is at least a hundred years old, but he doesn't even need to hesitate to recall these things. Harry thinks he must be a person with hyperamnesia.
"Then let's measure the size first." Ollivander took out the silver-scaled tape measure, "Which hand do you prefer?"
"I can use both left and right hands. I trained specially so that I can knock out with one hit with my left hook."
This is one of Harry's tips for winning in the ring. Under normal circumstances, the power of his left hand will be weaker and his defense against it will be weaker, but the difference in punching power between Harry's left arm and right arm will not exceed one kilogram.
"Then open your hands, okay, that's it."
Ollivander was happy to measure such clear-cut, slender and strong hands. He also took advantage of this opportunity to chat with Harry about wands, which suited Harry's taste.
"Mr. Ollivander, the wand I saw on display in the window was the first new type of wand in Europe. So what did the old-fashioned wand look like?"
"This." Ollivander was slightly startled. There were very few people interested in wand science. This was also the first time he heard a customer ask this matter.
"Look, on the wall over there are hung all the styles of wands used by wizards from ancient times to the present. Look at the first row, that's the original appearance of the wands."
Harry's eyes moved upward, and the wall shrouded in darkness was now illuminated by soft light from nowhere, revealing a side of it that few people knew about.
But after seeing this thing, Harry became even more uneasy.
"Why...why does this thing look like a sheep whip?"
Harry pointed to the wand in the first row and opened his mouth in surprise. The wand displayed there was a wooden stick with a rope as thick as his little finger tied to the front end. Looking further back, the wand slowly turned into a long piece of wood, with a rope on both ends. Tethered to one or more ropes, some looked like some weird stringed instruments, and in the third row, the wand turned into a curved stick, resembling a bow and arrow.
"The original wizard used magic to 'throw', that is, when waving a wooden stick, the magic was thrown from a wire woven from the hair of magical creatures. This method was not accurate enough, so it was quickly improved to The pluck type, which is the second row, later evolved into the bow staff, which is the third row. Starting from 445 AD, European wizards used it on a large scale until - in 1000 AD, Eastern wizards A new type of wand was invented, but due to the chaos of the times, it was not until 1230 that the concept of the new wand was spread here, and it has been improved and still in use today."
"Although many of the new wands are no longer in the shape of a wand, we still use the word wand to refer to it. You can also call it a gun."
"Okay, Mr. Potter, you can put your hands down."
Ollivander finished his measurements and turned toward the shelves behind the counter.
Not long after, Ollivander came back with several boxes.
"Then try this. It's made of beech wood and dragon's teeth. The activation core is made of dragon's heart nerve. It's nine inches long. This refers to the length of the barrel. The total length is thirteen inches. The trigger force is moderate. You can try it by pulling it. .”
"Button it?" Harry reached out and took the wooden-handled flintlock gun handed over by Ollivander. Harry had seen this antique thing in a pirate movie in his previous life, and in this world's pirate movies, they all used it. It was a home-made stun gun. This world was very early in the use of electrical energy, thanks to a natural power storage crystal that is widely found around the world.
"Yes, click it. If you want to know whether a magic wand has chosen you, pulling the trigger to activate the excitation core is the simplest test. The magic power in your body can be converted into the carrier of the spell. It was once an arrow or It was something else and now it’s a bullet.”
"But please don't worry, without the use of magic spells, the transformed bullets do not have magical power in the orthodox sense."
"No warheads?" Harry asked.
"You understand it very accurately and correctly." Ollivander nodded and looked at him approvingly, "You can aim here, there is a target for testing here."
Ollivander pointed to the right side of the counter, where there was a dummy serving as a target.
Although what he got was not the modern pistol that Harry had used in his previous life, but an ancient flintlock gun, this wonderful feeling still made his heart burn with fire.
'What a broken wooden stick. Harry had already mentally thrown aside the wand, saying, "This is what a real man should use!" '
Harry turned the gun coolly and put his finger through the trigger guard to rotate the flintlock in his hand. Then he held his finger and pulled the trigger without having to aim.
There was a "bang~" gunshot, and a puff of black smoke suddenly exploded. Harry, who was coughing repeatedly, found that the flintlock gun in his hand had been taken away.
"This won't work, this doesn't fit." Ollivander said repeatedly, and then inserted a new one, "Try this, ebony rhino horn and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long."
Harry tried one flintlock gun after another, but none of them could make Ollivander nod. The boxes on the counter were piled higher and higher, but the more so, the higher Ollivander's interest became.
"A picky customer, huh? It doesn't matter, I think you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable one for you here - let me think about it - oh, if you have it, how can you not - —An extraordinary combination!”
"Holly wood, basilisk fangs, phoenix feathers, the ultimate collision of death and rebirth, eleven inches long."
"Remember what I just said, Harry?" Ollivander hesitated when handing over the gun. He said: "The man who left the scar on your forehead used a purple wand. Shanmu, basilisk fangs, phoenix feathers.”
"It is a twin pair with the current wand. It is made from the two longest and sharpest fangs of the same basilisk, and the two longest and most gorgeous tail feathers of the same phoenix."
Ollivander solemnly handed the flintlock...no, the wand to Harry, "Let's try it."
Harry felt a slight pressure, and when he picked up the wand that seemed to be wrapped with a thread of fate, he felt nervous.
He held the gun with both hands, then pointed it at the dummy target and pulled the trigger!
