Shadow of the Beautiful World

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At midnight, Merlin carried the gifts in several bags and pushed open the door of the shop in front of him, and stepped into it.

Whether it was in Mr. Arthur or in Hermione, Merlin had heard of the wand master Olivander’s name several times. They praised the wand craftsman and praised him as the best in the world. Master of magic wand making.

But to be honest, this dilapidated, ancient shop with a strange smell in front of it is not quite in line with the identity of the famous wizard in the wizarding world.

The space in this shop is very small, smaller than that of any magic shop that Merlin has visited before.

The interior decoration has nothing but a bench and an old counter.

But what surprised Merlin was that on the huge bracket in front of him, thousands of narrow, long boxes for wands were almost yarded to the ceiling.

It is no exaggeration that there are at least 3,000 magic wands here. Merlin didn't even dare to open the spiritual vision, he didn't need to see it, he could easily feel the rippling magic in this hall.

It is the breath of countless faint magical powers, like...

The countless wands in front of me are singing together.

This is a simple and spectacular miracle.

"Oh, not many guests at this time."

A slightly tired, slightly lack of energy voice appeared in the shadow beside Merlin.

In Merlin's gaze, an old man in a wizard's robe walked out of the shadows slowly. He was holding a brush in his hand, and it was supposed to be cleaning the dust for these wand-mounted brackets.

The wizard looks very old, his face is covered with wrinkles, and there are silver hairs on the top of his head. Although he hasn't taken care of it, but with the temperament of this old wizard, it gives him a sense of mystery .

The most memorable thing is that the old wizard has special, silver-white eyes.

"Master Oliver."

Merlin leaned slightly over the rod-making master in front of him. He introduced himself:

"My name is Merlin. I heard your name from a friend. I came from North America exclusively to buy a magic wand for me."

"No no no!"

Ollivander was not very happy because of Merlin's compliment. Instead, he put down the brush in his hand and said seriously:

"It's not you who picked the wand, young man, it was the wand who picked you."

"Always remember this, it is not simply your weapon, it is an extension of your magic, it is an extension of your will and soul, it is not only your identification, it is also an old friend that you have been with for life."

"Well, I remember."

Merlin nodded, and he had no intention of arguing with the old wizard in front of him.

Merlin didn't know much about magic.

But in his biography of Hogwarts, a piece of school history, a biographical book that teaches common sense of magic, details the characteristics of the magic wand made by Oliver.

It is said that this old wizard has made magic wands for generations. The history of their family can be traced back to the Roman era. The magic wands made by the wizards of his family are better than any other magic wand.

The Olivander family is first-rate in the selection and matching of rod core and rod wood materials. There are many secrets in their family, which can perfectly integrate the rod core and rod wood. It is said that it also inherits a kind of perception magic , Allowing the wand to choose the ideal owner freely.

But Merlin did not come here to covet the secret of the old wizarding family.

His purpose is very simple, just like other little wizards who come here, just to choose a wand that suits him.

"Then start."

The old wizard doesn't look like a talker.

In other words, he enjoys his work more than chatting.

"Every sorcerer should have a magic wand that fits his own magic, which will allow you to release more powerful magical power and easier to manipulate. And when holding the wand, the wand itself resonates with the magic of the wizard and allows the magic in your body. Flow more smoothly."

Ollivander turned around, stepped on a wooden ladder, took the box of three wands from the stand, put it on the counter, and made a "please" gesture to Merlin.

"Try it first and let me see your magical nature."

Merlin looked at the three magic wands in front of him. He shook his head and did not try it like other wizards.

He is not a naturally awakened wizard, which means that he cannot use the wands of ordinary wizards.

He looked at the doubtful Master Olivander, he hesitated and said softly:

"I shouldn't hide it. My magic comes from... demons. I'm not a natural awakening magic, master, do you have any suggestions for this situation?"

Merlin looked at the master rod maker with a trace of anxiety. He was ready to be blasted out the next moment.

After all, he knew that traditional wizards hated everything related to demons and demons.

But beyond his expectation, Master Oliver did not show a disgusted expression. Instead, his silver-white eyes blinked and he reached out to take back the three wand boxes in front of him.

He said calmly:

"Oh! This kind of situation is quite rare. Well, my predecessors occasionally encountered such wizards during the medieval period, but I haven't encountered a few in my life. Frankly speaking, this is really curious. "

Behind him, Merlin watched the old wizard slowly put the wand box back on the shelf. He asked softly:

"You, don't you hate a demon walker like me?"

"hate?"

Olivander stood on the ladder. He looked back at Merlin. He said:

"Why bother?"

"Will you hurt me? Will you try to destroy my shop and my work?"

"No, I am not malicious."

Merlin replied that Ollivander shrugged and asked with a smile:

"Then why do I hate you?"

"I am a pure craftsman, Merlin."

"If it weren't for the process of making a magic wand, it would require me to learn magic, and I wouldn't even go to Hogwarts to waste time. What I care about is the magic wand, and only the magic wand. Other things are beyond my consideration. The only thing I care about ..."

The master rod maker took out a dusty box from the three-story support. While blowing the dust on the box, he climbed down the ladder and said to Merlin:

"The only thing I care about is whether you can find the right wand with me, and, if you can, be selected by these cute little guys."

The old wizard walked forward slowly, complaining like an ordinary old man while walking:

"The wizards have some stereotyped and untimely problems. They hate this, they don't like that, they like to promulgate some laws and regulations, but they don't care if they will affect others. Because of their preferences, I even have to give up Make something interesting that raises my interest."

Oliver placed the worn wooden box on the counter, and he said to Merlin:

"For a craftsman, this is an unbearable intangible imprisonment. But the good news is that I, who was still young and bloody, also made a lot of interesting attempts in a moment of impulse... It’s a little alien to go up, but it’s also self-made, so try it, boy.”

The wand master reached out to open the wooden box, and a wand appeared in front of Merlin.

In the black velvet lining, a fifteen and one-half inch long wand was lying quietly in the box.

Merlin has seen Hermione's wand, Arthur's wand, and Auror's wand. Those wands are all black, and the appearance is very similar. They are simple embellishments of several knots.

It seems that all the wand masters do not like the bells and whistles. The wands they make belong to that simple style.

But the wand in front of Merlin is not the same.

It is red, to be precise, dark red. It's like applying a fine layer of red paint evenly on the wood.

It has three sections as a whole, and when viewed from the side, it looks like an irregular cone.

This wand, made by the master Olivander in his youth, comes out of the handle and has a slightly weird decoration. Three sculptures like the devil's claws were engraved on the wand, and it looked like the remaining two-thirds of the stick body extended from the ghost claws.

This decoration makes this wand look strange, with a gloomy gloomy temperament.

No wonder, the old wizard would say that it is "apostate". The old-fashioned and serious orthodox wizards will definitely not like it.

"It is made of yew."

Oliver introduced Merlin to:

"This tree contains poisonous sap, so the yew is often associated with magic and death on the Mediterranean side. After the outer bark of the yew has dried up and died, there will be new trees that will continue from the center of the tree. It grows, so during the Roman period, it was regarded as the "tree of immortality." In some secret systems, it also symbolizes the reincarnation of the soul."

Ollivander tells Merlin the story of purple shirt wood, and he looks at the magic wand in front of Merlin. With a touch of nostalgia, he said:

"In England, the ancient Celtic priests also regarded the yew as a symbol of eternal life and immortality... The magical nature of such trees is biased towards darkness, destruction and death. Only those with black magic A talented wizard can only be recognized by the purple shirt wand, but that refers to other wands, not this one."

"This root is unique."

The master rodmaker's fingers stroked on the red ghost claw wand, as if touching the skin of his lover, he said softly:

"When I made it, I didn't use the materials that wand cores often use..."

"At that time, I had a whimsy. I used a devil's horn to grind it into powder and decorate it with the specially treated Ye Qiwei feather. This casual behavior has always been disgusted by the master rodmakers. , Because it can easily lead to bad things."

"But just...it succeeded."

"I didn't even think that this wand would be made so smoothly."

Ollivander withdrew his finger. He looked at Merlin, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"I used to think that it would never see the day of the sun again, because in this era, under the hunt and supervision of stereotyped wizards, few people can get power from demons, and they will not be repulsed by power. Dimensional The blockade is very strong. The demons who can cross the border in this era are either very weak, too weak to mention, or very strong, so strong that the entire wizarding world can tremble."

The old wizard took a step back, waved several defensive magic to himself, and then made a "please" gesture to Merlin. He said:

"Try it, oh yes, I have to remind you..."

"It has a bad temper, and it's more...greedy."

Merlin looked at the red wand in front of him. He took a deep breath and calmed his mood. After a few seconds, he held out his finger and held the red wand in front of him.

The starting point is a bit heavy, at least heavier than Merlin imagined.

But the balance is excellent, and the feel is perfect, just like the extension of your arms.

"Try infused magic."

Ollivander saw Merlin picking up his wand, but he was not instinctively counterattacked, and there was a flash of surprise in his silver eyes. As a rod maker, there is nothing more exciting than seeing the magic wand you made to find the owner.

Therefore, he urged a little hurriedly.

Merlin nodded and carefully injected the dark magic power of his body into the wand. This action was like awakening the sleeping wand.

The next moment, a faint buzzing echoed from the wand.

It is like a hungry child, instinctively absorbing that dark magic.

It longs for this magical power from the same place.

In just a few seconds, Merlin’s magical power was injected from the beginning, and it was instinctively ingested by the wand. The speed of ingestion became faster and faster. After a few seconds, the cold wind began to be in this small shop. Reverberate.

Both Oliver and Merlin heard the sound of a giant beast swallowing water.

"Do you want more?"

Merlin felt the shaking of the wand in his hand, and he said in a gentle voice:

"Okay! Here you are...all for you!"

Merlin completely let go of the control of the magic in his body, and let that magic flow into his hand like a tide.

The more magic power the wand draws, the slower the dark magic will erode his soul and body.

Under the cover of the increasingly dense darkness, Merlin's suppressed spirit was more and more relaxed, until the last moment, the dark magic existing in his body was almost pumped out by the magic wand.

Until then, the red wand's desire for magic power was satisfied.

With the waving of Merlin's wrist, the dark mist in the shop was obediently outward at this moment, and a red flame flickered around the top of the wand in Merlin's hand, just like an opened lantern.

The full red ghost claw and wand stayed in Merlin's palm, as if they were really going home, and then fell asleep lazily.

"that's nice."

Master Olivander looked at the docile wand in Merlin's hand, his face full of wrinkles, a flash of pure satisfaction like a child flashed.

He said to Merlin:

"It's yours, sir, use it well."

Merlin looked at the wand in his hand as if the soul were extending, he said softly:

"Then can I give it a name?"

"Oh? Give the wand a name?"

Master Oliver blinked, and he said to Merlin:

"Few wizards treat their wands this way, but if you really want to do this, then just do it anyway, it already belongs to you anyway."

"Ok."

Merlin put all the gold gallon remaining in his pocket on the counter of Master Olivander, and the master rod maker did not refuse to pay more than the cost of a magic wand.

He looked at Merlin, and Merlin looked at the red wand in his hand. Under the dim light, there was a dim red halo on the surface of the wand.

This reminded Merlin of his lost birthday present. He said softly to his wand:

"Hello there..."

"Lola."

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