Felix stayed directly at the Future World Company for one night. The next morning, he came to a small and broken shop on the south side of Diagon Alley. The golden paint on the sign was shed, but the store was famous in Diagon Alley because its name was Ollivander.

As the slogan on the sign says, the long history of fine wands has been made since 382 BC. The excellent and stable quality has enabled most British wizards to buy wands in Ollivand. It must be mentioned that this is the only wand shop with Hogwarts, and all freshmen who are about to enter the Hogwarts School of Magic will receive discounts when purchasing wands.

For many people, the first wand is often a companion for life. This makes the owner of the wand shop, Mr. Ollivander, has a high status in the magic world and will receive special respect no matter where he goes.

Today, the owner of the wand shop received Felix.

"Thirteen inches, ebony, with dragon heart strings, a very tough combination of course, I mean the wand's personality is suitable for all kinds of aggressive magic and transformations. It is almost the most comprehensive type of wand. It was my masterpiece when I was young, and I have always been looking forward to someone buying it."

Mr. Ollivander's light-colored eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.

"It turns out that my eyes are not wrong, and the owner of the wand shines brightly." He said, "What do you want to buy? A set of wand maintenance boxes? It contains exquisite velvet cloth and beeswax, which will surely impress your wand."

He looked at Felix and guessed where Felix hid his wand.

"Sadly, Mr. Ollivander, that wand was destroyed," Felix said.

"Doesn't it?" Mr. Ollivander repeated, blinking with big light eyes in disbelief, "Do you mean broken? If it's just a small problem, you can give it to me to repair it."

"No, no," Felix said, "it's totally ruined, no wreckage is found."

The old man calmed down, as if he was integrated with the dim store, with only his close-to-colorless pupils flashing.

"Is that true," he whispered, "I hope it does its duty."

"What?" Felix asked in surprise.

"I read the newspaper, the last event of the Hipp Championship." Mr. Ollivander said in a suppressed voice: "Did you fight the mysterious man? Was the wand destroyed at that time?"

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

Mr. Ollivander was even more excited, "It's true. I always hoped to get the mistake back. Everything was like yesterday... the man who could not name came alone to purchase the wand. I received him and was surprised by choosing his wand. The purple shirt and phoenix feathers were very powerful... I praised him strongly."

"He must be very happy." Felix said expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a liar, "You said similar things to me back then, and just said them again."

"Ahem! You are different from him. I only see pure love and yearning for magic in your eyes! I can see this... But the person who cannot name a name is different. When I told him that he was born extraordinary, he tried his best not to act too excited," Ollivander showed a sly look. "I have indeed said these words to many people, like good wishes, and the guests will be happy to hear them... and I am not a lie. The wand chooses a wizard and the wand assists the wizard. No one can determine a person's future achievements."

"What's more, he did achieve great things in the end, although he did something bad."

He fell into memories and came to his senses for a while, "Okay, Mr. Happ, then what is your purpose for this trip?"

“Buy a new wand.”

"Ah, a new wand! Of course it's like that." The old man said for granted, turning around and walking towards the shelves, "but it may take a lot of time. It's 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 the stock of an entire wall..."

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

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

"Old wand?" he whispered, as if asking questions, or talking to himself.

"Yes, I hope to provide the core required to make a magic wand according to the standards of the old era, and create an exclusive wand." Felix said. Compared to pursuing illusory legends, he hopes to obtain a magic wand that exactly matches himself.

"It's surprising," said Mr. Ollivander hesitantly. "I rarely take on such jobs. Customized wands always feel unstable and time-consuming."

"But you can definitely do it. When this demand appears in my mind, the first thing I think of is here." Felix said slowly, "You know what I mean, the combination of the wand family and the genius brain..."

"You've found the right person, child." Mr. Ollivand said happily, "In the wand craftsmanship, the Ollivand family is the best in England!" he said, and then added in a low voice, "It may also be the best in Europe."

"Did you agree?" Felix asked.

"I'm willing to try it," said Mr. Ollivander readily, "This will be my honor, the first-class Merlin Medal winner, Mr. Happ." He bowed slightly, pointed to the scattered tabletop as he straightened his body, and under the thick book was a daily newspaper of the Prophet.

Felix pulled the newspaper out from under the book, which was a photo of yesterday's award ceremony. There were five people in the photo, Felix and Ms. Bones standing on both sides, smiling faintly. The three people in the middle Harry kept stroking his hair, trying to make the thing flatter. Ron's expression was serious, but the next second he turned his back and secretly kissed the medal. Hermione smiled brightly, rubbing the pattern of the medal over and over again with her fingers.

The headline of the newspaper's headline is "The Warriors Who Frustrated the Dark Devil".

"Do you have any suggestions on the material of the core of the staff?" asked Mr. Ollivander.

"Of course there." Felix raised his head from the newspaper, and one of his hair began to grow rapidly, about ten inches long, then broke from the root and drifted towards the surprised old man.

“Huh?”

Mr. Ollivand took his hair, took out a pair of glasses from the box with his other hand, lowered his head and looked at it carefully, "Wonderful... The super magical substance is really amazing... I'll ask, do you have the blood of humanoid creatures in your ancestors?"

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

Mr. Ollivander smacked his lips, obviously disbelief. "It's actually no big deal. Although this combination is contrary to the secular concept, the offspring born sometimes has good talent that makes people jealous, such as the Hogwarts's spell class professor, you should know him... and what I saw last year, that little girl Buspaton has a charismatic blood... Of course, I guess Buspaton's principal is also..." He shut his mouth, his expression was serious, and he looked down at Felix's hair.

"What's wrong?" Felix asked.

Mr. Olivande raised his head in surprise for a long time, "I can't see any trace of aliens. This means that even if your ancestors had mixed races, it was a matter of more than ten generations ago. It can be ignored..." He carefully placed his hair in a brown box, "I am going to use ebony, and the size is not changed. Try to get close to your first magic wand, what do you think?"

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

At this time, there were jingling ringtones 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 surprise look. Then he supported his body with his cane, and his expression became cold again. At the same time, the starlight in Felix's eyes slowly converged.

Prophecy ball...

Felix recalled the information Lucius revealed in the Mind Hut. In addition to complaining about his terrifying life, he also gave him an important message. While the Ministry of Magic was rioting yesterday morning, a silent man who was cast with a soul-taking curse entered the Prophecy Hall of the Mysterious Affairs Department and tried to get a prophecy ball related to Voldemort's fate, but was injured by the protection spell.

Broderick Bode, Felix has heard of this name.

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

Yes, express your feelings.

...

"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Happ." Lucius said politely and unfamiliarly, and after that he turned to look at Mr. Ollivander, "I came here today to buy a new wand. Unfortunately, my original wand was ruined by an accident."

Mr. Ollivand looked at Felix and Lucius with a weird expression. It is rare to see two magic wands destroyed in one day.

"Then I'll say goodbye first, Mr. Ollivander," Felix said, his heart moving and slowly turned around.

"Oh, by the way," he said in a provocative tone: "I heard that the black demon with his head and tail also lost his wand and had to snatch it from his servants." Mr. Ollivander immediately looked at Lucius, and Lucius' pale face turned red.

"nonsense"

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

He said this to remind Mr. Ollivander to be careful. Judging from the old man's silent action of picking up his wand, his purpose was achieved.

As for Lucius, Felix doesn't have to worry about it. On the contrary, when he goes back to find an opportunity to report this matter to Voldemort, Voldemort will take it for granted. Moreover, Felix also takes the opportunity to show the conflict between the two, and Lucius's undercover identity will also be hidden deeper.

Felix opened the door

"Wait, Mr. Happ." Mr. Ollivander suddenly shouted. Felix turned around and looked at him in confusion. At the same time, Lucius was standing in the corner silently, looking angry and embarrassed.

Excellent acting skills.

"That's right... can I ask you a question?" After receiving a positive answer, Mr. Ollivander asked: "Why do you call the wand you want that?"

Old wand?
Chapter completed!