A Unique Encounter

Alas, here again.

As Dumbledore observed Olivander, who was in a melancholic state, he raised his right hand and gently rubbed his slightly pained forehead. From yesterday to today, he had witnessed similar situations too many times. Ai Linna always seemed to be able to question some of the common perceptions in the magical world from very peculiar angles.

"Ah, Mr. Olivander, you don't have to worry too much about this issue. As far as I know, most Hogwarts graduates continue to use the magical wand they purchased when they entered the school. Please, go ahead, choose the wand."

Dumbledore coughed lightly, looking majestically at Elena, who wanted to say something, and gently patted Olivander on the shoulder to try to restore everything to normal.

"Oh, yes, yes. Dear, please raise your arms."

Suddenly, Olivander recovered, flicked his fingers gently, the silver measuring tape unfolded automatically and flew to measure Elena's size. Meanwhile, Olivander himself moved among the shelves, busy moving the long wand box.

"Every Ollivander wand possesses a superb magical substance, which is its essence, Miss Caslana."

Olivander returned to Elena with many teetering long boxes and explained, "We use unicorn hair, phoenix feather, dragon tendon, snake nerves, etc. as the core. If you want to fully harness these powerful magical elements, you need to grow at least four or five years."

"Dragon tendon? Snake nerve?"

The clever little silver-haired Lori caught the words in Olivander's mouth and quickly asked after Dumbledore didn't stop her. Activity, I say, of magical nature?

"Of course, in a certain sense, each wand has its own life. This is an art, not a simple stick of wood."

The elder nodded proudly. The Ollivander family's determination of the wand core, the wood material, and the process of integrating them, as well as the selection of the ideal wizard by the wand, have always been envied by other wand makers.

"Very well."

Clearly uninterested in delving further into this topic, Olivander took a wand from the long box in his arms and handed it forward, "Then, Miss Elena, try this one. Vine wood and dragon heartstring, ten and three-quarters inches, you should be more suited with superior wisdom."

Grunt ~

At this moment, Ollivander was convinced he heard a very faint sound of swallowing saliva.

Elena took the wand and murmured softly.

"So, the magic within each wand... the ingredients (whispering)... do they all have a long lifespan?"

As she spoke, the eyes of the little silver-haired Lori slowly grew intense, looking around at the dense long boxes around her, her small tongue gently licking her upper lip, every wand seemed like a tiny can in miniature!

Hum ~

Elena's wand in her hand quivered strangely, and the glow flowing on the wooden surface instantly dimmed at a visible speed.

"Oh, my goodness." Before Elena could react, Mr. Olivander's face changed, and he immediately took the wand from her.

"Maple, thirteen inches long, dragon heartstring. Try this..." This time, he didn't even wait for the little silver-haired Lori to hold the wand, as soon as her fingers touched the wand, it trembled slightly and wilted.

"No, no, try this one, beech with unicorn hair, nine inches, inclusive and full of wisdom... whew!"

As Elena tried wand after wand, she could clearly see a series of fine sweat drops emerging from Olivander's forehead, and the entire wand shop was covered with benches and floors, as well as all kinds of magical wands, without exception, in a state of inactivity.

Even in the late period, it was like some kind of terrible infectious disease. Row after row, the wands became inactive under Elena's fingers, and the entire wand shop was filled with a strange and inexplicable atmosphere.

"Hey, isn't this a bit too much?"

Elena slightly furrowed her brow. Why do other people's protagonists enter the wand shop after all sorts of visions and lights, but she is like some kind of plague, all the wands in her hands acting as if they were going to die?

"Calm down, don't worry, don't worry."

Olivander took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and wondered if there were more ingredients to comfort Elena or more to console himself.

Many wands over so many years, Ollivander has never seen a wizard like this one who scares the wands, yes, it is fear.

As the creator of these wands, he could feel the slight tremor in each wand, as if the small creature had encountered a fierce predator.

"Hmm, a special customer. I believe there is always one that is least fearful of you, um, I mean, the one that suits and is closest to you, let me think, of course!"

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