Felix stayed at the Future World company for one night. The next morning, he came to a small and shabby shop on the south side of Diagon Alley. The gold paint on the signboard had fallen off, but this shop was famous in Diagon Alley because its name was Ollivander.

Just as the slogan on the signboard said, Ollivander has been making excellent wands since 382 BC. With a long history and excellent and stable quality, most British wizards buy wands from Ollivander. It must be mentioned that this is the only wand shop that has established a cooperative relationship with Hogwarts. All new students who are about to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will get discounts when buying wands here.

For many people, the first wand is often a lifelong companion. This makes Mr. Ollivander, the owner of the wand shop, have a high status in the magic world, and he will be respected wherever he goes.

Today, the owner of the wand shop received Felix.

"Thirteen inches, ebony, with dragon heartstring, a very tough combination. Of course, I mean the character of the wand is suitable for all types of offensive magic and Transfiguration. It is almost the most comprehensive type of wand. It is my masterpiece when I was young, and I have been looking forward to someone buying it."

Mr. Ollivander's light eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

"It turns out that my vision was not wrong. The owner of the wand shines." He said, "What do you want to buy? A set of wand maintenance boxes? Contains exquisite velvet cloth and beeswax, which will definitely make your wand impressive."

He looked at Felix and wondered where Felix hid the wand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander, that wand is ruined." Felix said.

"Damaged?" Mr. Ollivander repeated, his large light eyes blinking in disbelief. "You mean broken? If it's just a minor problem, you can give it to me to repair."

"No, it's not," said Felix. "It's completely destroyed. There's not a single wreckage left."

The old man fell silent, as if he had merged into the dim store, with only his nearly colorless pupils flickering.

"Is that so?" he whispered. "I hope it has fulfilled its duty."

"What?" Felix asked in surprise.

"I read in the newspaper the last event of the Hype Tournament." Mr. Ollivander suppressed his voice and said, "You fought the You-Know-Who? Was the wand destroyed at that time?"

"Yes, until the last moment." said Felix.

Mr. Ollivander became even more excited. "It is just as I expected. I have always hoped to make amends for my mistake. Everything seems like yesterday... He who must not be named came here alone to purchase a wand. I received him and was pleasantly surprised by the wand he chose. It is made of yew wood and has phoenix feathers. It is very powerful... I praised him highly."

"He must be so happy." Felix said expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a liar. "You said something similar to me back then, and you said it again just now."

"Ahem! You are different from him. I only see pure love and yearning for magic in your eyes! I can see that... but He who must not be named is different. When I told him that he was born extraordinary, he tried his best not to show himself too excited," Ollivander showed a cunning look. "I have indeed said these words to many people. It is like a good wish. The guests will be very happy to hear it... and I am not lying. The wand chooses the wizard and the wand assists the wizard. No one can determine a person's future achievements."

"Besides, he did achieve great success in the end, even though he did bad things."

He was lost in his memories, and came back to his senses after a while, "Okay, Mr. Hap, then the purpose of your trip?"

"To buy a new wand. "

"Ah, a new wand! Of course." The old man said as a matter of course, turning and walking towards the shelf, "But it may take a lot of time. It is always more troublesome for adult wizards to choose wands, and there are more factors to consider."

"Mr. Ollivander," Felix tried to interrupt him.

"...You should know Sirius Black? He tried a whole wall of stock..."

"Wait, Mr. Ollivander. If possible, I hope to get an old wand." Felix said hurriedly.

Mr. Ollivander turned around, with a strange light in his eyes.

"Old wand?" He whispered, as if asking a question, and as if talking to himself.

"Yes, I hope to make a special wand according to the standards of the old times, with the core required for making the wand provided by myself." Felix said. Compared to pursuing illusory legends, he hoped to get a wand that completely matched himself.

"What a surprise." Mr. Ollivander said hesitantly, "I rarely take on such jobs. I always feel that custom-made wands are unstable, time-consuming and laborious."

"But you can definitely do it. When this requirement appeared in my mind, the first thing I thought of was this place." Felix said slowly, "You know what I mean, more than two thousand years of inheritance, the combination of a wand family and a genius brain..."

"You have found the right person, child." Mr. Ollivander said happily, "In the business of wand makers, the Ollivander family is the best in the UK!" He said, and then added in a low voice, "Maybe the best in Europe."

"So you agree?" Felix asked.

"I am willing to try," Mr. Ollivander said cheerfully, "It would be my honor, Mr. Hep, the winner of the Order of Merlin, First Class." He bowed slightly, and when he stood up, he pointed to the messy table. Under the thick book was a copy of the Daily Prophet. Felix

pulled the newspaper out from under the book, and on it was a photo of the awarding ceremony yesterday. There are five people in the photo. Felix and Ms. Bones stand on both sides, smiling faintly. Harry, the three people in the middle, keeps stroking his hair, trying to make it smoother; Ron has a serious expression, but the next second he turns his back to secretly kiss the medal; Hermione smiles brightly, stroking the pattern of the medal with her fingers again and again.

The headline of the newspaper article is "The Warrior Who Defeats the Dark Lord".

"Do you have any suggestions for the core material of the wand?" Mr. Ollivander asked.

"Of course." Felix looked up from the newspaper, and one of his hairs began to grow rapidly, more than ten inches long, and then broke off from the root and floated towards the surprised old man.

"Huh?"

Mr. Ollivander caught the hair, took out a pair of glasses from the box with his other hand, lowered his head and looked at it carefully, "Wonderful... Super strong magical substance, it's really amazing... Excuse me, do you have humanoid blood in your ancestors?"

"I don't think so." Felix said with a dark face.

Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips, obviously a little unconvinced. "It's actually no big deal. Although this kind of combination goes against the secular concept, the offspring born sometimes have talents that are enviable, such as the professor of Charms at Hogwarts, you should know him... and the little girl from Beauxbatons that I met last year, she has the blood of Charm Boy... Of course, I guess the headmaster of Beauxbatons also..." He closed his mouth, his expression serious, and stared down at Felix's hair.

"What's the matter?" Felix asked.

Mr. Ollivander looked up in surprise after a long time, "I can't see any traces of aliens, which means that even if your ancestors had mixed blood, it was more than ten generations ago, which can be completely ignored..." He carefully placed the hair in a brown box, "I plan to use ebony again, and the size will not change. I will try to make it close to your first wand. What do you think?"

"No problem." Felix said with satisfaction. At this stage, the wand can still play a big role for him, because he can't completely abandon the modern magic spell system, not to mention that he thinks this system also has many advantages.

At this time, there was a series of tinkling bells behind the door.

Someone came in with long light yellow hair, pale pointed face, and cold gray eyes. It was Lucius Malfoy.

Mr. Ollivander calmly closed the box containing Felix's hair and stuffed it into the cabinet.

"Welcome, Mr. Malfoy." He said appropriately.

Lucius was stunned for a few seconds, his light-colored eyes bulged slightly, showing a look of surprise, then he supported his body with his cane, and his expression became cold again. At the same time, the stars in Felix's eyes slowly converged.

The prophecy ball...

Felix recalled the information revealed by Lucius in the thinking hut. In addition to complaining about the fear of life, he also said an important information. During the riot at the Ministry of Magic yesterday morning, an Unspoken Man who was under the Imperius Curse entered the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries and tried to get a prophecy ball related to Voldemort's fate, but was injured by the protective spell.

Broderick Bode, Felix had heard of this name.

It was a month ago that he met Bode in the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries. At that time, in order to avoid being interrupted when studying time energy, Felix had to knock him out regretfully. This man was unlucky twice in a row, Felix felt that he was also responsible, and he was going to send an amulet anonymously...

well, a token of his appreciation.

...

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hep." Lucius said politely and unfamiliarly, and then turned to look at Mr. Ollivander, "I came here today to buy a new wand. Unfortunately, my original wand was destroyed by an accident." Mr. Ollivander

looked at Felix and Lucius with a strange expression. It is quite rare to encounter two examples of wands being destroyed in one day.

"Then I'll take my leave first, Mr. Ollivander," Felix said, and with a thought in his mind, he slowly turned around.

"Oh, by the way," he said in a provocative tone, "I heard that the elusive dark wizard also lost his wand and had to snatch it from the servant." Mr. Ollivander immediately looked at Lucius, and Lucius' pale face flushed.

"Nonsense"

"But this approach can only be used as a transitional measure, Mr. Ollivander, you have to be careful that his men will kidnap you." Felix said, and walked towards the door.

He said this to remind Mr. Ollivander to pay attention to safety. From the old man's silent action of picking up his wand, his purpose was achieved.

As for Lucius, Felix didn't have to worry about it. On the contrary, when he went back to find an opportunity to report this to Voldemort, Voldemort would think it was natural. And Felix also took the opportunity to show the conflict between the two, and Lucius's undercover identity would be hidden deeper.

Felix opened the door

"Wait, Mr. Hep." Mr. Ollivander suddenly shouted. Felix turned around and looked at him in confusion. Meanwhile, Lucius was standing in the corner in silence, looking angry.

Excellent acting.

"Is that so... can I ask you a question?" After receiving an affirmative answer, Mr. Ollivander asked, "Why do you call the wand you want that?"

The Elder Wand?

"Isn't it interesting to name your new wand after something from a fairy tale?" Felix replied with a smile.