The goblin employee escorted Lucien and Professor McGonagall out with great courtesy.
His attitude toward Lucien was even more enthusiastic and flattering.
There was no helping it; the amount of Galleons that Lucien exchanged using gold directly helped this goblin meet his work quota for an entire year.
The goblin’s smile was as bright as it could possibly be, his wrinkles piling up like a blooming chrysanthemum.
And this was only the first transaction; he believed that there would certainly be big deals in the future.
Lucien waved his hand and accepted the bag the goblin was holding, which contained only 300 Galleons.
The remaining exchanged Galleons were all deposited into his vault at Gringotts.
Professor McGonagall led Lucien toward Ollivander’s wand shop; it was also her first time seeing a young wizard exchange so many Galleons.
“You seemed quite knowledgeable about finance when you were communicating with the goblin about currency exchange just now?” Lucien nodded.
“It’s alright, Professor.
Knowledge knows no boundaries, and I believe the more, the better.” “That makes a lot of sense, Lucien.
You possess a maturity beyond your years.” Professor McGonagall was known for her strict teaching style at school, and she loved students who took knowledge seriously and loved to learn.
Soon, a dilapidated shop appeared before Lucien’s eyes.
He looked up at the sign, which was covered in dust and traces of time.
“Ollivander” “Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC” What a relic; it has been over two thousand years.
Entering the shop, Lucien felt layers of dust falling from overhead.
Looking at this shop from the outside, it felt very dilapidated, but looking at it after walking inside…
it was even more dilapidated.
Hmm, it seems the quality of Ollivander’s wands is truly guaranteed.
Otherwise, he would have gone out of business long ago.
It couldn’t be that in the entire British Wizarding World, they are the only ones who know how to make wands, right?
Lucien comforted himself with this thought.
“Oh, Minerva, we meet again.
Fir, nine and a half inches, Dragon heartstring.” An elderly man with gray hair and silvery-white eyes walked out from behind the counter.
He smiled and greeted Professor McGonagall, accurately stating the characteristics of her wand.
As an elderly man, Ollivander’s memory regarding wands was astonishing; he could remember every wand he had ever sold.
Lucien looked at this messy-haired old man and discovered that the other person was also examining him.
Garrick Ollivander was long accustomed to such scenes; every year, Hogwarts Professors would bring newly enrolled young wizards to him to select a suitable wand.
“A young wizard in need of a wand, what is your name?” “Lucien Greenwood.” “Which is your wand hand?” “My right.” Ollivander pulled a tape measure from his pocket, and the tape measure automatically flew to Lucien’s side to begin measuring his arm length.
After the tape measure flew back, Ollivander glanced at the measurements and walked straight to the rows of shelves.
He gently pulled out a box and dusted off the accumulation of grime on it.
“Chestnut, twelve inches, Unicorn hair.” Ollivander handed it to Lucien.
Lucien took the wand and felt the magic within him become a bit more active.
He naturally channeled this magic toward the wand in his hand and released it.
A soft white light emanated from the tip of the wand, making all three people present feel warm and comfortable.
However, Lucien felt that the process of releasing magic was still blocked and not smooth enough, as if this wand could not perfectly withstand his magic.
He glanced at his panel.
The magic talent column was, as expected, still in an unlocked state.
Without Lucien needing to bring it up, Ollivander had already seen the problem.
He took the wand back and chattered on: “Don’t worry, it is the wand that chooses the wizard; I must have a wand here that suits you!
Magic more surging than your peers, let me look…” He dug out another wand.
“Ebony, fourteen inches, Dragon heartstring.
Tough, powerful, give it a try.” Lucien took it and released his magic again.
“Boom!” Deep green flames erupted and surged straight toward the ceiling.
But Lucien had been prepared and immediately restrained the magic within his body.
The green fire snake immediately shrank, changed direction, and spiraled away, disappearing into mid-air.
Ollivander was not angry that his shop had nearly been burned down; instead, he exclaimed in wonder.
“Excellent control!
Perhaps this wand is too impulsive and not suitable for a young wizard like you.” The cycle of Ollivander searching for wands, Lucien trying them, and swapping if they weren’t suitable, repeated over and over.
“Dogwood, er, too lively.” “Spruce, no, too rigid.” “Thunderbird feather, a bit too temperamental.” …
Ollivander went back and forth dozens of times without finding a suitable wand for Lucien.
But he remained patient and even enjoyed it.
Because the more difficult it is to find a wand for a wizard, the more distinct their characteristics are.
Such wizards are often able to shine in one or even several fields, and Ollivander enjoyed finding suitable wands for them.
Can a genius who is no different from ordinary people be called a genius?
Handing the most suitable wand to each young wizard, starting their first step in the magical world—this was something that gave Ollivander a great sense of accomplishment.
Professor McGonagall waited patiently on the side; she was also curious about what kind of wand Lucien would get.
Or rather, what kind of wand could match Lucien’s talent.
Just as Ollivander was rummaging through cabinets, busy searching for a wand, in the deepest part of the shop, in a dilapidated cabinet in a dusty corner, suddenly a large amount of dust kicked up, and a yellowed, ancient box was flipped open.
A shadow flew out from within, shooting straight toward Lucien.
The quick-reacting Professor McGonagall raised her wand, about to cast a spell to stop it.
But she saw that the thing had already stopped, hovering steadily in front of Lucien’s chest.
This was a wand that was entirely silver-black.
Even though it was a solid wand, it gave one the illusion of constantly flowing and changing.
Startled, Ollivander, who almost fell off the ladder, disregarded the dust on his body and hurried over.
His eyes were fixed on the wand in front of Lucien.
He scrutinized it carefully for more than ten seconds.
The exceptionally retentive Ollivander actually revealed a look of confusion, murmuring somewhat uncertainly: “Trickster Wood, twelve and a half inches, Sphinx spine feather.” Lucien was also observing this wand that had come to him of its own accord.
Semi-illusory symbols would appear from time to time on the surface of the wand, some of which would aggregate into complex symbols, then quickly shrink back into the interior of the wand.
At this moment, Lucien was closest to the wand and heard an intermittent, snickering sound—it revealed a sense of mockery and superiority.
Sphinx, also known as the lion-bodied human-faced beast; I remember it being a creature in Egyptian mythology.
It just loves to catch people and ask riddles.
Does this kind of Magical Creature exist in the Harry Potter world?
But what is a Trickster Wood?
“Mr.
Ollivander, may I ask what Trickster Wood is?” The next second, the word Ollivander replied with made Lucien both familiar and astonished: “Loki Yew.”