Olivaras, Manufacturers of fine wands from 382 BC

Jonathan had finally bought a decent white snow owl.

His wings were soft but inflexible and had a well-formed body, with sharp eyes that shone with the intellect. It was well suited to deliver letters as well.

Jonathan had called him Shar. That's right, you did not see it wrong. This was Shar the Night Lady of Dungeons and Dragon.

It was not as if Shar's animal spirit were an owl or anything, there was no connection between Shar and the owl. The name came from Jonathan's interest and evil enthusiasm for his second life.

In any case, in DND, Shar was conspiring in the Divine Kingdom and could not break the barrier to cross the world of Harry Potter, even if she had the power to do so.

The mistress of the night is capable of turning into an elegant black owl. Such a thought was reasonable and quite poetic. There is no doubt that Shar would be grateful for such a thought! "Jonathan had debated himself.

All right, this kid is hopeless. Following this line of thought, the black cat was baptized as Myrkul. He was one of the three DND dead.

How much or black crow with golden feathers is called Shén wuya that represents raven god.

Now whenever he went out a door, he would be followed by the Lady of the Night Shar and one of the Three Dead Myrkul, and by Shen wuya the Raven God, what an absolutely moving idea!

And now, all the materials have been purchased. The next step would be to buy a wand in Ollivanders.

This was the most important item - a wand ...

The wand shop was remarkably poor. It was almost hard to believe that this was England's best wand store - the Ollivanders.

At the top of the shop was a board with the words written in gold, "Olivaras, Manufacturers of fine wands from 382 BC". In the dusty display window, there was a single wand on a discolored purple cushion.

When he entered the wand shop, suddenly there was a sharp ringing sound. It was a tight area with a single chair in sight. Harry once sat in this chair, giving himself a strange feeling. He felt like he was walking in a rigid library with so many different cases that were stacked up to the ceiling.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice spoke.

A single elderly man was standing right in front of him, his eyes wide and glowing mysteriously in the dark shop.

"Hello, I'm here to buy a wand." Jonathan spoke up.

"Son, you're too young to buy one. At your age, you will have a big mess grabbing a wand now. Ollivander spoke gently.

"My parents think I'm qualified to have a wand," Jonathan said. "I'm not like other magicians my age who have accidental magic. I can handle it myself.

"Son, you do not have to hurry. Feel free to take a look, but you can not buy a wand for a few more years. "Ollivander refused Jonathan's request. In his eyes, Jonathan was just a kid who really wanted a wand.

"Alright then," Jonathan said. "Let me taste it for you then."

His finger pointed at the nearby feather and lifted his finger, making the feather float in the air. Dipping into a bottle of ink, he fell on a piece of parchment and began to scribble a line of calligraphy.

Although simple but very exquisite.

Olivaras took the piece of parchment, only to see that a single sentence was written on it - Olivaras, Manufacturers of fine wands from 382 BC

"That should be enough to show that I'm able to wield a wand."

"Great heavens, dear Merlin, how did you do that?" Ollivander said in surprise. "Is that a Hoverless charm? This is something that even Hogwarts students in their sixth year find difficult to do. "

"It really is a hover charm!"

But only one family member knew what was happening in his own family. This was only a result of Jonathan's control over his magic and nothing to do with Hover Charm. Although results were still missing, he was able to lift anything under 5 kg in a total of 5 meters in any direction. But being able to use Hover Charm to do that feat would be groundbreaking, so Jonathan did not say anything else.

"So can I buy a wand now?" Seeing the shocked look on Ollivander's face, Jonathan drew it from his thoughts.

"Of course, of course, then. Forgive this old man for your thoughts. Ollivander said. "In all my life, I have never seen such a person capable of such a feat at his age."

Taking out a silver tape measure from his pocket, Ollivander said, "Which arm is the arm of the wand?"

"I'm ambidextrous." Jonathan replied. In fact, he was more partial to the right hand, but he felt that a wizard should be able to use both hands and work hard to become familiar with the left hand. Now he was equally capable with his left hand.

Reach out like that. Ollivander began to measure from Jonathan's shoulder to the tip of his finger, the wrist to the elbow, the shoulder to the floor, the knee to the armpit and then the entire circumference of the head. After his measurements, he said: "Each wand of Ollivanders has a nucleus that brings all the power of magic into them. The nuclei I use are the hair of a unicorn, the feather of a phoenix, and the heart of a dragon. Of course, if you use another wizard's wand, you will not have the same effects. "

"Thank you for teaching me." Jonathan spoke up.

"Do not be learning magic alone, that's dangerous." Ollivander said with concern: "A single mistake can lead to disastrous results."

"I know Aunt Marry is helping me." Jonathan decided to use Marry's name to stifle Ollivander's mouth.

"Aunt Marry?"

"Marry the Abbott family, she loves the wand she bought here."

"Oh, I remember it as if it were yesterday. 12 inches, vine hair and unicorn, quite flexible. Ollivander said.

"That's the one you remember!" Now was the time to play the naive yet surprised children's card.

"I remember all the wands I sold in this store," Ollivander said proudly.

As he spoke, Ollivander seemed to have remembered something: "Marry Abbott, she's a great witch." With that, Ollivander's eyes brightened when he looked at Jonathan. Jonathan knew that Ollivander was probably mistaking him for someone in the Abbott family, since his talent was beyond what any child should be capable of.

But that was a good side effect. If he told the truth and Ollivander knew he was from a Muggle family, then, no matter how talented, Ollivander would never allow a wand to be sold.

This did not mean that Ollivander discriminated Muggle-born magicians. In fact, learning magic was already very dangerous, a single mistake could have unpredictable dangers. Although the probability was very low, it could not be overlooked. There must be an experienced mage to help at all costs. That's why most novice wizards bought their wands early in their academic career. After all, the teachers at Hogwarts were excellent, you could not find any safer place at your side to learn.

The other reason was that any wizard under 11 would find it difficult to control his magic. Learning magic before that could lead to an even stronger explosion of accidental magic, causing danger to everyone. Of course, a witch family used to have talented wizard children who could control their magic early on and could buy wands. Ollivander had thought Jonathan was a wizard.

"Son, you have talent, you will definitely become a great wizard." Ollivanders said, "What's your name again?"

"Jonathan, you can call me Jonathan."