Chapter 6: Blasting! A brand new destiny weaving

Author: Aurora Scatters

Chapter 6: Blasting! A brand new destiny weaving

There was a loud bang of "Boom!"

Ollivand shrank his head, and Harry fell down at this moment, and a severe pain from his forehead made him curl up on the ground in pain, twitching, as if the feeling of being torn apart was accompanied by a sticky feeling.

His eyes were a little unopened.

"Are you okay kid?"

Ollivand hurried forward, and he pulled out a glittering Smith Wesson M629 revolver from his robe, and the 11.176mm caliber muzzle pointed at Harry's head.

“Healing as before.”

He pulled the trigger, and there was a click, very light, but it was clear in the quiet store.

Harry felt as if something cold was touched on his forehead, and the torn pain quickly eased.

"I'm so sorry for the boy, I didn't expect this wand to explode."

Ollivander showed regret and guilt on his face. He pulled the trigger again, and many fragments flew over from every corner.

The holly wood, snake monster fangs, and phoenix feathers that Harry had held before had turned into dozens of pieces of different sizes, and could no longer be able to be put together intact.

"What happened just now?"

Harry covered his forehead, Ollivander attracted clear water, a towel and a mirror.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror. His face was covered with blood and a scar that had just healed on his forehead was fading away quickly.

He wiped his face and wiped away the blood on his face.

"Fried the chamber." Ollivander repeated, "This is an extremely rare accident. Generally speaking, only two situations will happen. First, the wand is extremely resistant to a certain wizard, and it is even more hated than hating it. Second, I don't know."

"Don't know?" Harry turned his head and looked at Ollivand in surprise.

"Yes, I don't know, because there have been two bomb explosions in history, and one of them has not been recorded."

"The record is that a dark wizard used the wand of the last survivor to kill someone's family after killing one hundred and thirty-five people, but the wand possessed loyalty and fortitude to its master, and destroyed the breeze."

"Is that dark wizard dead?"

"No, his hand was injured, and the dark wizard strangled the last survivor with his other hand and destroyed his entire family."

"In the end, it was the dark wizard who wrote a crazy autobiography before his death, and this incident was known to people."

Ollivand shook his head, and he fell into deep thought again.

"This is not OK, so what should I do?"

He paced with some distress, with a serious expression.

"perhaps."

Olivandra longed his tone and turned to look at Harry, staring at his hands.

"Give me your hand."

Ollivand carefully compared Harry's hands and remeasured the size.

"I understand! I understand!"

Ollivand, who suddenly realized, clapped his hands happily, and then broke into the pile of shelves behind him.

In just half a minute, Ollivand ran back with two boxes. He swept away the other wand boxes on the counter and opened the two boxes with great scrutiny.

Two identical flintlock rifles were placed together.

"This is a brother."

"Purple shirt wood, snake monster poisonous fangs, phoenix feathers and holly wood, snake monster poisonous fangs, phoenix feathers, these two magic wands are sisters, because the phoenix tail feathers that stimulate the nucleus are from a female immortal phoenix."

"And these two handfuls, ebony, white ivory, and the skeleton of the Maharaja."

"What is the Maharaja?" Harry asked in confusion.

"When you go to Hogwarts, you will understand slowly." Ollivand placed his two guns in front of Harry.

Although he was a little confused, Harry threw the thing away first, reached out and grabbed the two identical flintlock rifles.

At the moment of contact, an unprecedented sense of affinity arose.

His two guns emitted a slight light at this moment, and then changed. The one in his right hand turned into a Glock 18, the one in his left hand turned into a M1911, the silver light on his right hand, and the black matte in his left hand.

"Yes! That's it!"

Ollivand clapped his hands, his eyes full of joy.

"You may not know that all wands today are templates at the beginning. Although their appearance is different, their basic structure is almost the same. But if the wand is chosen as a wizard and the wizard is very compatible with it, the wand will change, and this change is more than once. As the wizard's mastery becomes more and more mature, the wand will continue to evolve."

“It’s like that.”

Ollivand took out his wand, and the Smith Wesson revolver I just saw turned into a double-barrel flintlock, and then changed to a double-shot, similar to a starting gun, with two hammers that can fill two bullets at the same time, followed by the revolver I just saw, and finally became a super Red Eagle Point 50-caliber soft sound rotor sniper rifle with long muffler, front grip and rear support, and high-power scope.

"Usually, the wizard who just got the wand will not change it, but will take a while to get it in. This time may be several months or years. There are not many people who can appear immediately at the moment of buying it. There are about four or five out of a hundred people, but you have changed two at a time, and two different paraplegia, which is something I have never seen before."

"Congratulations, Harry." Ollivand said with a smile, his brows stretched, obviously very happy, "Congratulations on getting the wand that suits you the best!"

Ollivand applauded Harry, "From today, you have officially entered the magic world, from now on, you are a wizard, and I hope you can achieve great things in the future."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." Harry nodded to Ollivander and thanked him, "How much do I need to pay? For these two wands."

"I don't think I need it, Harry."

Ollivand shook his head, "Because of my mistake, the wand exploded. This is a great sin for a stick maker, but fortunately you are fine, and you have successfully found your wand."

"I should thank you for bringing me so many surprises. Even accidents are very inspiring and very inspiring to me."

"You don't have to pay, two wands are nothing to me, as long as they can be used in your hands, that's the best thing for me."

"Please take it." Ollivand also found a pair of dragon-skin storage sets and helped Harry tie it around his waist. "It's very suitable, right?"

“Excellent, sir.”

Harry turned a spear and put them away handsomely.

"Then remember to take good care of them. Maintaining the health of the wand is also a factor that is beneficial to spell casting."

Ollivand took out another book that was two fingers thick and a box that looked like a medical box, "I'll find you a backpack, wait."

Harry's interest in wand science made Ollivander have a good impression of him. He also sells these small things here, and it doesn't matter if he gives one. As the owner of the Ollivander wand shop, which monopolizes the entire England and even accounts for one-third of the European wand market, he is not short of money at all.

Finally, Harry, who was carrying a black dragon leather backpack, was sent out by Olivand, and the two waved goodbye.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!