Chapter 100: Is seventy-nine galleons expensive?
"Planning to buy a new wand? Do you have any requirements, sir?" Grigorovich took Cyrus to look around the store. The shelves were filled with items left by Grigorovich's ancestors.
Many of the wands have accumulated dust, and the store always smells like time.
"I hope to get a powerful wand," Cyrus said as he looked up at Gregorovich's wand shop.
There are probably tens of thousands of wands here, and the dense and tall shelves are filled with wand boxes that have been dusty for a long time.
This makes the light in the store very weak, and the huge shadows make the temperature in the store a bit cold. But the environment inside is anything but bleak. Dust danced in the dry air.
"Everyone who comes here to buy a wand says so." Grigorovic smiled and said proudly, "Among the three most famous wand manufacturers in Europe, only the wands I make are the most powerful. But I have to say, others also have their own advantages. Some are looking for the most suitable, while others are pursuing the most stable."
He took a box off the shelf without thinking too much:
"Elderberry, the nerve of the dragon, a combination of death and power, twelve inches, very powerful and proud, only the most talented wizards can subdue it."
After Cyrus took the wand, he immediately felt its magic. He has not tried the power of the Elder Wand, but the wand in his hand is indeed the most powerful wand he has obtained in a while.
He could feel the power of the wand and waved it slightly. Magic power immediately spurted out from the tip of the wand, and red sparks exploded.
"You control it very well. Every wizard who has tried this wand before has made a lot of noise, and they weren't able to make this wand surrender." Grigorovic said in amazement.
"This is indeed the most powerful wand I have ever encountered. Let this be it."
Cyrus was very pleased with the wand.
But after Grigorovitch saw how easily he had subdued the wand matched with the dragon's nerves, he had other thoughts.
"Of course, I am not modest to say that I am the most outstanding wand maker in the history of the Gregorovitch family." Gregorovitch said with a smile, "But I think maybe you can try another one first. The wand makes the decision."
As he spoke, he cast a flying spell, and a delicate box flew quickly, knocking over many wand boxes, but Grigorovieck didn't look distressed at all.
After studying the Elder Wand, he tried many different combinations.
For example, the Elder Wand's Elder and Thestral's tail feathers were completely reproduced. Unfortunately, this combination did not show the expected magic power. On the contrary, Gregorovich made several in a row, and they were all very mediocre.
After that, he tried some new materials and gradually mastered some rules. Phoenix feathers and elderberry are also a good match, but the number of phoenixes is too rare. And there are a lot of uncertainties.
Sometimes it makes for an extraordinary wand, and sometimes it seems ordinary. On the contrary, the dragon's nerves or the dragon's heartstrings are more compatible with the elder, and the two can often bring unexpected effects.
As for other magical animals, he has also made many attempts, such as thunderbird feathers.
A wand made of this material is already very powerful, but it is more sensitive and uncontrollable than wands made of thunderbird feathers and other materials. Until now, not many wizards had the ability to use that wand well.
Cyrus also wanted to know what kind of good thing he was hiding. When Grigorovitch opened the exquisite box, a very gorgeous wand appeared in front of Cyrus.
"It's also elderberry, and the core comes from a very strong and special thunderbird."
Cyrus was attracted to it the first time he saw it.
It was about twelve and one-third inches, straight, with clear joints.
The end looked like two gathered wings, and the body of the staff was engraved with patterns that looked like thunder and lightning.
He couldn't help but reach for the wand, and its power immediately resonated with him. He seemed to see a pair of dark wings of death spread out in front of his eyes, and the wand sprayed out sparks.
Grigorovitch was so excited, as if some long-cherished wish had finally come true:
"This is my favorite work! It's been almost a hundred years, and no one has been able to conquer it so far!
"Maybe Dumbledore can? But I guess he doesn't need it anymore. I thought I would never find a suitable wizard in my life. I also thought that maybe my children and grandchildren would have the opportunity to meet an outstanding wizard of the new generation. Unexpectedly Today—Yes, today is the lucky day!"
Grigorovitch took a deep breath, and his chest seemed to explode. His eyes, which were already a little cloudy, seemed to be moist.
He looked at Cyrus seriously and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.
"——Boy, you will achieve a great career!"
Cyrus was noncommittal.
With his talent, whether he wants to achieve something has never depended on whether he can, but on whether he is willing to do it. If you can, studying magic alone is also very interesting. But for Cyrus, the crisis in his heart has not been completely resolved.
"Just this wand."
"Thank you very much, seventy-nine galleons."
"Seventy-nine?" Cyrus' hand holding the Galleons suddenly froze, "Isn't it too expensive?"
"Expensive? Where is it expensive? It has been this price for so many years! Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open. It is difficult to make a brand of wands. Sometimes you have to look for your own reasons. After so many years, hasn't the salary increased? Yes. But the wand is still the same price, how is it expensive?"
Looking at the arrogant Grigorovitch, Cyrus resisted the urge to hit him with a death curse and said through gritted teeth:
"As far as I know, a wand from Ollivander's Wand Shop only costs seven galleons."
When it came to price, Grigorovic immediately changed his face.
"This is a preferential price for young wizards who have just entered school. Ollivanders has reached an agreement with Hogwarts, and the school will pay the extra money. The new students at here will come to me to buy wands. But they are all purebloods and not many are short on money, sir."
"Moreover, this wand is very special," Grigorovitch said with a sigh, "I know you came to Germany specifically to buy a wand, and you must have heard some rumors about me. I have never responded directly before. Yes, but now I can tell you - yes, those rumors are true!"
Grigorovitch paused and looked at Cyrus seriously and solemnly as if expecting to see a surprised expression on his face.
But what disappointed him was that Cyrus was very calm from beginning to end, as if the legend about the Elder Wand was far less surprising to him than the seventy-nine galleons.
But Grigovitch had no choice but to continue.
"In the time since I got the Elder Wand and lost it, I have been working hard to figure out the secret of the Elder Wand's power, which is why the wands I've made since then have always been more powerful than any other wand.
"This wand is the most powerful of all imitations. Although its power is still very different from the Elder Wand, I think that among all existing wands, there are few that can match the power on it.
"Especially since I lost the Wand of Destiny, and I've never made such a powerful wand again."
"All right."
Although Cyrus felt that seventy-nine galleons was indeed expensive, considering that the power of this wand with thunderbird feathers was indeed amazing, unlike a certain eyebrow pencil brand that could be replaced at any time, he decided to buy this magic wand.
Fortunately, I asked for some money from Malfoy before I came to Germany, otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to give it.
Grigorovitch took a large bag full of galleons, weighed it a few times, and his old face immediately beamed: "You will achieve great things, kid!"
"Maybe..."
Cyrus put the wand in his sleeve, opened the door, and left Grigorovitch's wand shop. At this time, the flow of people in this town began to increase, and adult wizards held hands with exquisitely dressed children to buy things they needed for school.
Not far from the wand shop are several shops selling robes, and further ahead is a pet shop...
It looks no different from Diagon Alley.
He sideways squeezed out of the crowd, intending to walk into a remote alley and cast Animagus to leave.
Having already obtained the wand, there was nothing worth stopping for in this place.
Of course, he believed that there might be some ancient legends here, but Cyrus didn't know much about them. Instead of looking for these illusory things, it would be better to get what he already knew.
For example - Deathly Hallows!
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