The Druid Master of Hogwarts

In fact, Fish also knew that doing so was probably a bit problematic.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hold back.

Fortunately, as Mr. Ollivander said, this wand was indeed very hard, and Fishh bit it, leaving only a shallow layer of teeth marks.

However, it seemed to be stimulated by it, and white light frantically spewed out from the tip of the stick, hitting the shelf next to it, blowing up the boxes above it.

"Running Gorgon!"

Professor McGonagall hurriedly took out his wand and cast a protective spell to block the white light that was still spraying frantically, and Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand from Fish's mouth as quickly as possible.

Whether or not the wand was right for Fish, after all this tossing, it certainly wasn't going to work for Fish.

"Fish! The wand is not a molar! Not for biting!"

Professor McGonagall scolded his cat child and bowed to Mr. Ollivander while pressing his head.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ollivander, some of the child's habits have not changed."

"It's okay, I can understand..." Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand in his hand distressedly, then glanced at Fisch, who was still ignorant (pretend), and after a long sigh, he finally didn't intend to pursue it. .

"Just don't do this next time, not all wands are as hard as this one."

"Did you hear that? Fish!"

"Meow~"

Although he was very dissatisfied with the previous behavior of the little customer in front of him, Mr. Ollivander forgave him.

Whoever made Fishh friendly with animals, most people would not easily feel bad for him, even Dumbledore, let alone Ollivander.

Moreover, Mr. Ollivander, who knew about Fish's "life experience", also felt excusable. If other young wizards dared to do this, even if that person was the child of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Ollivander would not be him again. 's business.

So the selection of the wand will continue.

Mr. Ollivander picked up a wand, thought about it, put it back, took another wand from the bottom of the stack, and handed it carefully to Fish.

"Horcupine, phoenix feathers, eleven and one-third inches, characterized by... well... very hard."

This time, Fish didn't do anything else. He took the wand and waved it, and nothing happened.

With a sigh of relief, Mr. Ollivander quickly took the wand out of his hand, and then took out the wand he had put back before.

"Ebony, unicorn hair, eight-and-a-half inches, very springy... Be careful, it's not as hard as the first two wands."

After a lot of advice, Mr. Ollivander handed the wand into Fish's hands.

This time Fisch's wave finally reacted a little, and a faint light that would have been ignored if he was not careful flashed across the tip of the staff, but that was all.

Such a response obviously would not satisfy Mr. Ollivander, who withdrew the wand and replaced it with a new one.

"Dark walnut, ptarmigan tail feathers, nine inches, not very controllable, but well liked by shapeshifters...not too hard."

"Crackling."

There was a flash of lightning, and this time the reaction was a little bigger, but Mr. Ollivander was still not satisfied.

"Mahogany, unicorn tail hair, thirteen inches, flexible, perfect for transfiguration."

It seems that he was influenced by Fish's "born Animagus" status, and Mr. Ollivander's choice of direction focused on Transfiguration.

Well, except for the hornbeam one.

The response of the first two wands made Mr. Ollivander feel that he was on the right track.

As a result, the moment Fish grabbed the mahogany wand, Mr. Ollivander realized that his guess was wrong.

Without waiting for Fish to wave his wand, he snatched it back, shaking his head.

"Looks like we're going in the wrong direction..." Mr. Ollivander sifted through the boxes for a while before finding a wand and placing it in Fish's hand, "Yewwood, the heart of a fire dragon , ten and two-thirds inches, a powerful wand."

Fisch waved, and a bunch of sparks popped out.

"That's not right either."

The wand in his hand was withdrawn again, and Fish was a little impatient.

"Minerva."

Fish pursed his lips and looked at Professor McGonagall.

"You have to be patient, dear," Professor McGonagall said comfortably. "The choice of the wand is a very important thing for wizards, and it can't be taken lightly."

"But it's really boring..."

Fish was a little stunned. At first, he was attracted by the strange light effects, but after a while, he gradually became tired of this boring wand waving behavior.

"Oh I see!"

Mr. Ollivander seemed to have gained inspiration from the conversation between the two. Instead of searching in the pile of boxes at his feet, he searched the shelves again.

"Come on, try this one, sycamore, suitable for curious owners, the core is the tail feathers of the phoenix, nine inches."

Fish, who had lost his initial enthusiasm, waved it casually. Obviously nothing happened, but Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up. He clapped his hands suddenly, "That's it!"

Then another wand was exchanged for Fish to try.

"Meow!"

Fish has always been impatient with things he wasn't interested in. If he hadn't wanted a wand, he would have lost his temper long ago.

After trying several wands back and forth, Fisch's heart became more and more irritable, and his little face became more and more stinky, while Mr. Ollivander seemed more and more happy.

For a wand maker, the more discerning a client is, the more fulfilling it is to meet their needs.

"I think we're pretty close to the final answer."

Mr. Ollivander also saw Fish's impatience, and while he was replacing his wand, he kept calming Fish to prevent him from taking another sip on his own wand.

"Maybe that's it."

Mr. Ollivander took out a wand entwined with several vines and held it in Fish's hand.

"Grapevine wood, twelve inches, the wand core is cat leopard hair, this is what I bought from the Cherokee tribe in Appalachia in order to test the effect of different wand cores, a wand maker in North America Johannes Jonker liked to use it as a core, and after several attempts, I still think that Phoenix feathers, unicorn hair, and dragon heart nerves are the best core materials."

When it comes to wand-making, Mr. Ollivander can't stop talking.

"Although I no longer use cat leopard hair as the core of the wand, this wand has no problems in terms of material and technology, and it is still one of my proud works."

Although Ollivander said a lot, Fish had no interest at all. He took the wand and was about to wave it casually as before, when he suddenly felt a heat in his hand holding the wand.

Feixu subconsciously followed the direction of that force and waved his arm forcefully.

As his arms waved, the entire shop was enveloped by a layer of vibrant green light. New branches were drawn from the wooden bookshelves and benches. The green leaves of the original dilapidated shop were instantly decorated with lush greenery.

"That's it!" cried Mr. Ollivander excitedly. "There's no better wand for you! Mr. McGonagall!"

"Grapevine wood is more sensitive than any wand made of wood in terms of instantly matching the wand owner!" Mr. Ollivander explained excitedly to Professor Fish and McGonagall: "I have witnessed similar scenes twice, For the third time, they are all vine wood."

Fish had no interest in wand lore, and he was happily playing with the wand in his hand.

When I was using this wand just now, I felt that it was different from other wands. The silver-eyed old man was a little squeamish, but he did have a good hand in choosing a wand.

Fishing held his wand and looked at Minerva, who was paying Mr. Ollivander, recalling the spells she had cast on him...

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Professor McGonagall turned around and looked at Fish, who was pointing his wand at him, with a confused look on his face.

"The pronunciation is accurate, dear Fish, it's just that the spell is more than just shouting, but don't worry, there's still a month before school starts, and during this time I'll teach you well about knowledge of spells."

Professor McGonagall squatted in front of Fish, with a gentle smile on his face, gently stroked his head and said softly.

However, Fisch felt a chill down his spine at this time. If he was in the form of a cat now, all the hair on his body would have exploded.

Fisch blinked twice, quickly retracted the wand in his hand, lay down on the ground, then lifted up his clothes, showing his little belly to Professor McGonagall, with a pleasing smile on his face.

"Meow~~~" (●?ω?●)

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