"Gaunt, is that Gunter?"
Ollivander looked at Luke and couldn't help but ask.
When Ollivander said this, Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Luke in surprise. Although he is a rough guy, he still knows the basic knowledge of the wizarding world. This surname is known to British wizards, and wizards around the world.
They are the twenty-eight pure-blood families in the UK, but they are also one of the oldest pure-blood nobles in the world.
Although the Potter family was also a pure-blood family, Harry didn't understand some things at all. However, from Hagrid's expression and Mr. Ollivander's tone, Harry could feel that the person in front of him had an unusual origin.
Their current state made Harry feel like he was walking down the street and met a new friend, who turned out to have the same last name as Windsor.
"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, Luke Gaunt sends his regards."
Luke made a rather complicated-looking move towards Ollivander. But the whole movement looked elegant and smooth. Ollivander also suppressed the shock on his face and made the same move with a serious expression.
At that moment, the kind and old feeling seemed to disappear from him, and a noble feeling was faintly revealed.
"Greetings, Mr. Gaunt."
Harry and Hagrid both looked confused. Professor McGonagall's expression was correct. This is the oldest wizarding ritual of greeting. And in those ancient times, only nobles could use this etiquette. Now, even those ancient families would not use this kind of etiquette easily. So this kind of etiquette seems to have disappeared in the long river of history, becoming the tears of the times.
But judging from the performance of these two people today, this etiquette was just deliberately forgotten. Those who can really use it still have it engraved in their bones and can take it out at any time.
She also looked at Ollivander opposite. This old man looked kind-hearted and smiled all day long. Many people ignored him. Ollivander was also one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.
However, after bowing to each other, Ollivander's dignity disappeared without a trace in an instant. He said to Luke with a gentle and kind smile: "It is indeed much better than those shabby houses. I wonder how the descendants of the Gaunt family could degenerate like that."
At this point, he stopped talking as if he suddenly remembered something. Then he said to Luke: "I feel the breath of the wand in you. It's ancient, noble, and powerful. More importantly, it fits you very well."
"It's too ancient, noble, and powerful, so I can't rely on it yet."
Luke also smiled helplessly. After all, a family that has been making wands for more than a thousand years is extremely sensitive to the scent of wands.
After hearing Luke's explanation, Ollivander nodded and asked no more questions.
So he turned around and walked to the shelf where he placed various wands, and decisively pulled out a box. Then he returned to Luke, opened the box, and took out a beautifully decorated wand, even engraved with exquisite magic patterns. magic wand.
To be honest, when they saw the wand, the remaining two people present couldn't help but glance at the wand in their hands, and Hagrid couldn't help but look at his umbrella.
Well, it's sturdy and handy, but compared to that wand, it looks a bit ordinary, or in other words, crude.
"Try it, Mr. Gaunt, elm wood, and the heart nerve of the fire dragon, twelve inches. Noble and powerful."
After a brief introduction, Mr. Ollivander handed the wand to Luke. Luke took the wand and waved it gently, and then a flame burst out from the tip of the wand. Professor McGonagall subconsciously tried to extinguish the flame. But the flame surprisingly didn't get out of control.
Luke shook his wand gently, and the flame followed the tip of his wand. Looks very obedient.
Harry couldn't help but feel a little envious that the damage he had caused when he tried the wands had not yet been repaired, while Luke looked like he had found the right wand with the first one.
But at this time, Luke and Ollivander were both frowning.
Luke extinguished the flames and handed the wand back to Ollivander.
"Sorry, it... doesn't quite fit."
The feeling this wand gave him was far different from the fit of Slytherin's wand.
Ollivander took the wand without any surprise, then nodded and said: "Although he seems obedient, the feeling of deliberately flattering him is too obvious."
So he stuffed the wand back into the box as expected, picked up the box and returned to the shelf to start searching.
The description of 'deliberately flattering' really made the three of them confused. If Harry saw it correctly, when the wand was handed back to Mr. Ollivander just now, he looked very reluctant...
Harry suddenly felt a little sour. And the pride that had just been brought about by the crowd and respect in my heart was also hit. Originally he thought he was someone special. But now it seems that I am not special enough.
While Harry was thinking wildly, Ollivander took out another wand.
"Try this, pine wood, unicorn tail hair, ten and a half inches, mysterious and noble."
This one doesn't look as refined as the previous one, but it still gives people a unique feeling. This feeling makes Professor McGonagall and others feel more and more that their wands do not seem to be of the highest quality...
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this one was similar to his own.
Luke took the wand and waved it gently again. This time, a stream of clear water gushes out from the tip of the wand, which is gentle and refreshing, giving people a feeling of joy and joy.
Luke felt the feeling of fit, but for some reason, it still felt a little awkward.
Ollivander felt the same way, so he frowned and stretched out his hand to Luke.
"The fit is 90%, which is already very high, but it still feels a little out of place. It feels like it's missing something..."
Luke heard Ollivander mutter as he returned the wand to Ollivander. Luke also had a thought in his mind. Seriously speaking, maybe it wasn't because of something missing from the wand, but because of something added to him...such as the system, or the vision and ambition brought about by the system's mission.
Ollivander returned to the wand stand again, holding his elbow with one hand and gently twirling his white beard with the other hand, as if he was deep in thought.
At this moment, Luke seemed to notice a special attraction. He couldn't help but look towards the top of the wand holder. There was a new-looking box there, sitting at the top of the wand holder.
"Mr. Ollivander, can you bring that one over and show it to me?"
Luke pointed to where the box was and said to Ollivander.
