My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 6

　　 "Please, Mr. Riddle. You come first." Nelson took a step back and gave up a few feet of stage to Tom, who was impatient and impatient for a long time.

　　 "Come on, I'm also very curious, was the magic wand of fate that chose you in the end?" He thought to himself.

　　 "Mr. Riddle is it? Tom Riddle..." Ollivander chanted Tom's name in a long voice with his unique ethereal voice, "Which one is your dominant hand?"

　　 "Right...right hand." Even Tom, who was precocious, seemed a little nervous when facing such an important moment in life.

"Okay, Mr. Riddle." Ollivander took out a silver tape measure from nowhere. The scale on this tape measure was severely worn and the color was extremely close to Ollivander's eyes. "Extend your arm, like this."

He measured Tom's shoulders all the way to his fingertips, and measured Tom's forearms, forearms, height, wingspan and even waist and head circumference. Nelson noticed that although Ollivander was holding the tape measure, his hands It seems that there is no force to control it, and the tape rushes up and down like alive. Paying attention to Nelson's gaze, Ollivander explained: “This tape measure has been with our family since the establishment of Ollivander's wand shop in 382 BC. It has been able to complete its tasks perfectly for generations. —Help every magic wand made by Ollivander through the ages to find the best partner for them."

"Each Ollivander's wand is unique and unique." He took out a book and began to look through it, as if looking for something. "Each wand has its own unique core, made of materials from powerful magical creatures. Made. We only use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon heartstrings as the core of the rod. They are all beautiful and powerful magic creatures. These magic creatures are unique. After all, there are no two identical unique creatures in the world. Horned beast, dragon or phoenix."

　　 Ollivander waved his wand, and the tape began to measure some embarrassing parts of Tom—such as the width of his nostrils. At the same time, boxes with magic wands flew out from the pile of similar species. "These unique wands will choose their own masters, so when you use other people's wands, there is a high probability that you will cast crappy magic because you are not recognized."

"Try this, Mr. Riddle." Ollivander put away his ruler, "The heartstrings of the blackthorn and the dragon, twelve and three-quarters of an inch, this wand can display great power. Magic, to accompany you through difficult times and make contributions."

　　 Tom took the wand, and a ball of flame roared up from the tip of the wand, rolling up a whirlwind with heat waves. Nelson felt a little dazzling and uncomfortable, and closed his eyes unconsciously. Tom looked at the scene he had created, his face was excited, and he was about to speak.

"Not bad, but not enough." Ollivander drew his wand from Tom. "Let me think about it, the heartstring of ebony and dragon, ten inches long, stubby and tough, a good wand for offense. "

Tom took the wand and suddenly burst of electric light burst out all over his body. Nelson watched from the side and couldn't help but "fuck" in his heart. It seemed that the scene of the explosion of static electricity didn't seem to move Ollivander. He didn't care about his surroundings. The beating electric light stretched out his hand and took out the magic wand, "Not stable..."

　　 "Try this one, alloy Huan and unicorn hair, eleven inches, this is a loyal wand..."

　　 "Try this, a rare and extraordinary combination, apple wood and phoenix tail feathers..."

　　 "Try this one..."

　　 Tom, who stood in place and was at the mercy of Ollivander, was a little bit scorched. Nelson watched the cool cg that seemed to be awakened more than a dozen times, and he had suffered aesthetic fatigue, even some numbness, but Ollivander still enjoyed it.

"Fissy customer, isn't it? Ollivander's wand maker likes finicky customers the most. In fact, every customer is very picky. After all, for wizards, wands spend more time with themselves than lovers. It's long, so you need to be more careful.” He rummaged and took out one from the pile of boxes, “Try this pair! Yew, Phoenix tail feathers, thirteen and one-half inches, powerful, extremely powerful."

　　 Tom, who took the magic wand, slowly floated up. Although he was in a small shop with closed doors and windows, the jacket he was wearing was still raised backwards, as if a hunting wind was sweeping here! Tom raised his right hand, looked down at the magic wand in his hand, and raised his left hand, stroking this extraordinary and destined magic wand like a lover, then lowered his head and pressed his thin, pale lips to the wand. Just floating in the air, kissing it.

"Yew is often associated with death in legends, but the phoenix is ​​famous for being reborn in Nirvana..." Ollivander looked at Tom floating in the air, with silver eyes like a mirror, and said with satisfaction, "I am in this line of business. You have never seen such a scene in years, and you will accomplish great things, Mr. Riddle, this is a magic wand that was born to you."

"Mr. Williams, it's your turn." The landed Tom still pretended to show a calm and unchanging look before the landslide, but kept secretly wiping with the cuff of his left hand under his hand and clenching tightly with his right hand. Live wand. Hearing Ollivander's call, Nelson also suppressed his nervousness and stepped forward for a medical examination.

　　 "Which hand do you usually use?"

　　 "Right hand, sir." With the lessons learned from the past, Nelson's unusual cooperation, the measurement ended smoothly and quickly. After a while, more than a dozen boxes with magic wands flew up and yards in front of Ollivander.

　　 "Let's try this one first, birch wood, phoenix feathers, thirteen and one-half inches, beautiful and sacred."

　　 Nelson took the wand, nothing seemed to happen.

　　 "Ah, this..."

　　 He was about to open his mouth to break the embarrassment, but suddenly felt a little cold in his ankles and looked down.

　　 The drenched water vapor is permeating the entire shop, and soon clear and translucent water drops are condensed on the floor. These water vapors are not as eye-catching as the fire that broke out when Tom got the first wand, but they are extremely harmonious, uniform and symmetrical.

　　 "That's it?" Nelson was wondering what this was, and suddenly Ollivander drew his wand away.

　　 "Isn't right, I should try this one, willow, unicorn hair, 14 inches, extremely flexible, it is a good wand for high-level magic skills"

　　 Nelson took the wand, and the water vapor in the room became thicker, and it was even like a thick fog, developing to a level that makes people breathless. Just about to speak, Ollivander quickly took the wand away.

　　 The strange thing is that after releasing the magic wand, the water vapor in the house did not disappear immediately like Tom's special effects before, but entangled for a while and dissipated like real fog. Looking at the fog in the shop, Ollivander stood in front of the pile of wands thinking hard.

"Can I try to do the fog hiding technique? Or the rain tiger free technique?" Nelson stood bored on the spot, his calf was itchy by the water vapor, but he was embarrassed to bend over to scratch, Ollivander It also seemed to be disconnected, so he had to think of something strange to radiate his thoughts, "In the future, I can duel with other wizards, I can first say "My pain is above you", and then use the first-mover advantage of the fashionable value. To crush the opponent..."

　　 "Pop—" Ollivander clapped his hands, interrupting Nelson's cranky thinking, "You must have grown up in London, let us try these wands." He held out a bunch of wands and let Nelson try one by one.

But these wands are in Nelson's hands, which will only make the fog that happened in the wand shop bigger and bigger... Even after a dozen or so of them were tried, the fog after the wands left the hand no longer gradually thinned or dissipated. Instead, it formed a A substantial mist spread from the cracks in the door of the shop to the streets outside.

"Fluorescence flickers." Ollivander's wand tip lit up, allowing him to see his customers, and Tom, who was startled by the light, retracted back to the thick fog, struggling unscrupulously with others invisible. With his wand's hand, he put the wand back in his pocket, looking left and right.

　　 "Why does this happen?" Ollivander was also wondering, "Mr. Williams..."

　　 "Sorry, I..." Nelson didn't know how to explain.

　　 "Sorry, this shouldn't be a problem for customers. I must find a magic wand that suits you."

After a while, Ollivander came out again with a stack of boxes, "I think we should change our thinking. Although we are in the fog, we should not lock our brains in the fog. These things seem to be related to yours. A wand with no attributes—"

　　 Ollivander stopped his analysis, and his silver eyes showed extreme surprise. He saw a slender black wand flying out of the pile of wands and flew into Nelson's hand to be held by him.

　　 "—It seems that it has a lot to do with your traits."

Nelson raised his hand, and the mist escaping from the shop frantically surged towards the magic wand in his hand. The hem of the short windbreaker he was wearing danced with the strong wind around him. It was different from Tom's wand when he was in the air, which seemed to be surrounded by strong wind. There was a gust of wind in the store!

"The wand tanned in black walnut is extremely strong and not easy to bend. The heartstring of the dragon is used as the core to make this wand stronger! Beautiful wand, 14 inches, slender, straight...perfect Combination. Mr. Nelson, you have a special talent, please explore it carefully, but before that, you should always ask your heart."

　　 Ollivander plays a qualified role of narration or narration. When he said the last word, the magic wand in Nelson's hand just sucked all the mist into it, and then it was calm!

　　 Tom was watching his friend looking for the magic wand next to him. He seemed to have a dark contrast in his heart, and suddenly smiled, "Unfortunately you can't fly". His expression is too easy to read.

Nelson raised his hand and looked at the wand held in his hand. As Ollivander said, it was a slender, straight wand. The length of fourteen inches made it look a bit longer than other people's wands. Nelson and Tom grew taller among their peers, barely able to hold fourteen inches and thirteen and one-half inch wands. Nelson took the wand close to his eyes and looked at it carefully. The unique texture of black walnut made the wand look gorgeous and mysterious. He gently waved his right hand, and the only chair in Ollivander's shop collapsed...this wand was given to him. A kind of blood connection, like the feeling of arms making fingers.

　　 "Sorry, Mr. Ollivander."

"It's okay. Restore as before." Gently waved the wand, the chair was intact, Ollivander smiled and looked at them with those big transparent silver eyes, "The wands in my shop are like my children, they found them The right partner, I am the happiest person."

　　 Tom and Nelson rubbed the wand in their hands and smiled at each other.

　　 "But," Ollivander added, "Mr. Riddle, you have to pay seven gallons for your wand, and Mr. Williams, you have to pay seven gallons and thirteen Siks."

Chapter end