Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"Right hand."

Although this Ollivander looked a little strange, Hermione was not afraid and extended her right hand.

"Oh, okay."

Ollivander nodded, snapped his fingers, and a tape measure flew out of the corner, automatically measuring over Hermione, not even missing the position between her nostrils.

In mid-air, there is also a quill and a notebook, recording data.

Ollivander returned to the back of the cabinet and began to search through the piles of wand boxes.

Altaïr looked at Professor McGonagall and asked softly.

"Why do you want to measure these when you buy a wand?"

"It is said that every wand must fit the little wizard perfectly..."

Professor McGonagall obviously didn't have much confidence either, and he couldn't tell.

"But the little wizard's body is growing every year, not even a year, maybe after three months these data will be inaccurate, and... These wands are not made fresh, they were all made before, and it is a little late to make a judgment now. "

"Very smart lad."

Ollivander didn't know when he came out from behind the counter, holding a box containing a wand in his hand.

"But this sense of ritual is our respect for the wand."

Ollivander came up to Hermione, opened the box in his hand, and took out a wand.

"Grapevine wood, dragon's nerve, nine and three-quarters of an inch! Try this, kid. "

Hermione took her wand and looked at Ollivander.

"Wave it gently, like this."

Hermione waved in imitation of Ollivander's movements, and a gentle wind emerged out of thin air, surrounding Hermione, and at the same time, a dazzling light burst from the tip of her wand.

"Great combination, this wand chooses you, vine wood is suitable for wizards with noble aspirations and extraordinary vision, I hope you can use it well."

After Ollivander finished speaking, he looked at Altaïr.

Hermione recovered from that wonderful feeling and fondly stroked the wand in her hand, a joyful smile on her face.

"So, let's measure it first."

The tape measure flew up again, measuring and measuring on Altaïr's body, the quill recorded in the small book, Altaïr was a little curious, did it record the measurements of many wizards from ancient times to the present day?

After a while, Ollivander came out again and handed Altaïr a wand.

"Hollywood, unicorn's tail hair, eleven inches... Oh, lay down! Drop it down! "

Ollivander was still calmly introducing the wand, but when Altaïr held it, the wand crackled.

Although Altaïr had let go at the first time, it was clear that the wand was still damaged.

Hollywood's staff was covered with cracks, and the unicorn tail hair inside had burned out.

"Terrible talent, evil magic, unicorn tail hair can't even withstand it..."

Ollivander took a deep look at Altaïr and went back behind the cabinet to rummage.

Professor McGonagall frowned deeply, but didn't say anything.

It seems that Altaïr has an extraordinary talent in dark magic, but he is a child after all, as long as he receives a good education at Hogwarts, there should be no problems in the future.

Altaïr turned around and saw that Professor McGonagall and Hermione were both looking at him, and could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

It must be the ghost of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

The Supreme Ring and Altaïr's soul binding gave him a dark power unimaginable, plus he unlocked the ability of necromancers, especially good at black magic and necromancy, which is not surprising.

It took a while for Ollivander to reappear.

"Purple shirt wood, a material symbolizing death, is perfect for casting black magic, and the heart of the staff is the hair of a wetland werewolf, and it also has an unparalleled affinity for black magic, twelve and three-quarters of an inch."

Ollivander confidently put his wand into Altaïr's hand, and Altaïr waved it, and everyone vaguely seemed to hear a wail.

"Oh, it doesn't look like it's appropriate either."

Ollivander took his wand back and looked at it carefully.

"There is no change in the purple shirt wooden staff, the heart of the staff is damaged, and the wetland werewolf is not good? Let me think about it, let me think about it. "

Ollivander muttered and left again.

He was a little distressed, wetland werewolf hair was not his usual material, and he only had a few wetland werewolf wands in his shop.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

Altaïr said to Professor McGonagall apologetically.

"It's okay, Altaïr, your powers are unique, wands are wizards' best friends, we need to be patient, of course, you have to understand that what our powers are is not important, the choices we make matter."

Professor McGonagall said to Altaïr with a smile.

Altaïr nodded, he knew that Professor McGonagall had been a little worried about him by his performance just now.

A student from a gang family who was naturally suitable for practicing black magic.

If he joined Slytherin again, I'm afraid Professor McGonagall would have dreamed of worrying about him becoming bad.

"This root, it must be this root, I have a wonderful premonition!"

Just thinking about it, Ollivander appeared again.

He held a quaint box in his hand, which looked some years old.