Hogwarts: My plants have a hundred million fierce points

Chapter Four: The Reserved Wands

I saw Ollivander knock on the counter, a set of measuring tools came out of the corner, jumped in front of Leonard, and began to measure strange data for him.

The arm length and height are just that, the distance between the eyes and the distance between the nostrils is outrageous, and even Leonard caught a glimpse of a small ruler measuring the width of his nostrils.

Is this the fear of shoving your wand into your own nostrils?

Fortunately, this embarrassing measurement session soon ended, and Ollivander looked at Leonard’s measurement, tapped his forehead with his wand, stood up, and came to a shelf, rummaging for something.

Soon he found a blue box and brought it to Leonard.

“Sakura wood, unicorn tail hair, nine and a quarter inches, a sensitive little fellow.” Ollivander took it out and handed it to Leonard.

Leonard took the wand, and as soon as he entered his hand, he felt an uncontrolled force pulling his arm and waving.

Bang! A shelf exploded, and the wand placed on it spilled on the ground.

The wand boxes on the shelves all seemed to jump a little.

“No, not good, too excited.” Ollivander shook his head and retrieved his wand from Leonard.

Leonard was a little strange, he obviously felt the mood of the wand, and thought that this was the right wand for him, but he didn’t expect this performance.

“Try the next one.” Ollivander brought another wand, “applewood, phoenix feathers, ten inches, a gentle wand.” ”

Leonard took the wand and once again felt the emotion from the wand.

The gentleness did not feel it, but the feeling it gave him was like a passionate golden retriever.

He waved subconsciously, and a flame burst out from the tip of his wand, almost lighting Ollivander’s beard.

A wand box on the shelf next to it opened itself, and a wand with a thread jumped out.

Ollivander glanced suspiciously at the wand, picked it up and put it back.

“Nope… Try this, hawthorn tree”

Another shelf collapsed, more wands jumped out, and Ollivander had to use magic to send them back into the box.

“Then this, classic hollywood.”

The vase in the doorway exploded.

Londo’s expression became distorted, not knowing if he was calculating the damage he would have to pay for or thinking about something else.

“Poplar trees can’t either.” Putting away a wand again, Ollivander shook his head and said a little helplessly, “It’s a little difficult, I may not find a wand for you here.” ”

The corner of Leonard’s eyes twitched, and he didn’t know what to say as he looked at the Ollivander wand shop that was about to be blown into ruins.

“This… Mr. Ollivander, what does this mean? Doesn’t my grandson have talent? Londo asked nervously.

“No, no, it’s not that there is no talent, but it is too talented.” Ollivander raised his eyebrows, “The reason why he didn’t fit the previous wand was because the wand he held in his hand was too excited, which meant that any wand in his hand could emit a different kind of brilliance.” ”

He looked at the other wand boxes around him, “I should have felt it just now, these wands seem to be a little impatient.” ”

Any wand will do? I didn’t expect that I was still a fragrant glutton.

Leonard thought for a while, it was definitely likely to have something to do with the innate ability of his plant friend.

Although the literal interpretation is to gain friendship with any plant, such as hitting a willow, that big guy should not smoke him.

To some extent, wands also carry the will of plants, especially in the hands of Ollivander, the master wand-maker, the will of plants is combined with the core of the wand to form the consciousness of the wand.

Although the wand has been processed, it retains the feeling of this type of plant, which is why it is so fond of Leonard.

“It’s amazing, I doubt that even the most loyal ash tree would abandon its master in choice for your grandson.” Ollivander said excitedly.

Londo didn’t understand why Ollivander was excited, he only understood that Leonard could use any wand, “Then why not pick a random wand.” ”

He was a little anxious, at this time his psychology was like an old father who was afraid that his daughter would not be able to marry, a poor worm who was worried that Leonard would become unable to enter the wizarding world because of a little accident.

“No, of course not, those wands just can, not fit, and the students who buy wands from me must find the right wand for them.” Ollivander said proudly.

“But didn’t you say there wasn’t a wand for me here?” Leonard whispered.

“That refers to the ones that are sold on the shelves, they are all relatively common types, which is normal, after all, there are not many special people like you.” Ollivander clamped his wand to his ear and turned to take out a box with the words half-finished on it from the counter.

“In fact, I made some wands of special materials, but I didn’t finish them.” Ollivander opened the box, revealing a straight, knuckle-like wand.

The moment he saw this wand, Leonard had a feeling of confusion, because this familiar appearance reminded him of the one he held in the hand of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, when he watched movies in his previous life.

Old Wand! The strongest wand in legend!

But shouldn’t that thing always be in Dumbledore’s hands? What’s going on with this root in Ollivander’s hand?