6

."Gaunt, is that Gaunt?"

Ollivander looked at Luke and couldn't help asking.

When Ollivander said this, Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Luke in surprise. Although he is a rough man, he still knows the basic knowledge of the wizarding world. British wizards, and even wizards around the world, know this surname.

They are the 28th pure-blood family in the United Kingdom, but they are also one of the oldest pure-blood nobles in the whole world.

Although the Potter family is also a pure-blood family, Harry doesn't understand these things at all.

However, from Hagrid's expression and Mr. Ollivander's tone, Harry could feel that the person in front of him also had an extraordinary origin.

In their current state, Harry felt like he was walking down the street and met a new friend who turned out to be Windsor.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, greetings from Luke Gaunt."

Luke made a seemingly complicated gesture towards Ollivander. But the whole action looks elegant and smooth. Ollivander also restrained the shock on his face and made the same action with a serious look.

At that moment, the kind and old feeling seemed to dissipate from him, and a sense of dignity was faintly revealed.

"Greetings, Mr. Gaunt."

Both Harry and Hagrid looked confused. Professor McGonagall's face was positive. This is the oldest wizard greeting. And in those early days, only nobles could use this etiquette. Now, even those ancient families would not use this kind of etiquette easily. So this kind of etiquette seems to disappear into the long river of history and become the tears of the times.

But from the performance of these two people today, this kind of etiquette can only be forgotten, and those who can really use it still engrave it in their bones and can take it out at any time.

She also looked at Ollivander across from him. This old man looked kind, smiling all day long. Many people ignored him and they tend to forget that Ollivander is also one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

However, after bowing to each other, the dignity of Ollivander disappeared instantly without a trace. With a gentle and kind smile, he said to Luke, "Sure enough, it's much better than those shabby houses. I'll say how could the descendants of the Gaunt family have fallen into such a state."

Having said this, he stopped his mouth as if he suddenly remembered something. Then spoke to Luke: "I feel the wand's breath in you. Ancient, noble, powerful. More importantly, it fits you well."

"It's too old, noble, powerful, so I can't rely on it just yet. Luke also smiled helplessly. After all, a family that has been making magic wands for more than a thousand years can't be more sensitive to the scent of magic wands.

Hearing Luke's explanation, Ollivander also nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

So he turned around and walked to the shelf where he put all kinds of wands, and took out a box very decisively, then returned to Luke's side, opened the box, and took out a beautifully decorated wand with exquisite magic patterns engraved on it.

To be honest, when they saw the wand, the other two people present couldn't help but glance at the wand in their hands, and Hagrid couldn't help but look at his umbrella.

Well, it's sturdy, and it looks a little ordinary compared to that wand, or rather, crude.

"Try it, Mr. Gaunt, Elmond wood and the heart of the dragon, twelve inches. Noble and powerful."

After a brief introduction, Mr. Ollivander handed the wand to Luke. Luke took the wand, waved it gently, and then a flame jumped out from the tip of the wand, and Professor McGonagall subconsciously tried to extinguish the flame.

But the flame unexpectedly did not get out of Luke's control.

Luke shook his wand gently, and the flame moved with the tip of his wand and It looked very obedient.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little envious, the damage he had caused when he tried his wand just now hadn't been repaired, and Luke seemed to have found the right wand for the first time.

But both Luke and Ollivander frowned at this time.

Luke put the flames out and handed the wand back to Ollivander.

"Sorry, it... doesn't fit."

The wand made him feel far apart from Slytherin's.

Ollivander took the wand without accident, then nodded and said, "Although it looks very obedient, the feeling of deliberate flattery is too obvious."

So he put the wand back in the box and picked up the box. Back to the shelf and started searching.

The description of "deliberately flattering" really made the three of Harry stunned. If Harry was not mistaken, when the wand which was handed back to Mr. Ollivander just now, looked reluctant...

Harry suddenly felt a little sour. And the pride that was brought by the crowd and respect from everyone just now was also hit.

At first, he thought he was someone special. But now it seems that I am not special enough.

Just as Harry was thinking about it, Ollivander took out another wand."Try this, pine, unicorn tail hair, ten and a half inches, mysterious and noble."

This one doesn't look as refined as the last one, but it still gives it a unique feel. This feeling made Professor McGonagall and the others feel that their wands didn't seem to be the most exquisite ones...

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he felt that this one was similar to his own.

Luke took the wand and waved it gently again. This time, a clear spring poured out from the tip of the wand, mild and refreshing, giving people a feeling of joy and happiness.

Luke felt that fit, but for some reason, it still felt a little less interesting.

Ollivander felt the same way, so he frowned and held out his hand to Luke.

"The 90% fit is already very high, but it still feels a little out of place. It feels like it's missing something..."

Ollivander was heard muttering as Luke returned his wand. Luke's mind was also moved, and he really wanted to say it, maybe it wasn't because of what was missing from the wand, but because of what he had... such as the system, or the vision and ambition brought about by the system's tasks.

Ollivander returned to the wand stand again, resting on his elbow with one hand and gently twisting his white beard with the other, as if in deep thought.

And at this moment, Luke seemed to sense a special attraction. He couldn't help but glance over to the top of the wand stand. There's a new-looking box there, right on top of the wand holder.

"Mr. Ollivander, can you show me that one?"

  Luke said to Ollivander, pointing to the location of the box.