Verna secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in his heart also put down, "After all, it's too bizarre for the soul to travel through the possession, just as long as he didn't see anything weird."

"More than half a year ago, my parents passed away due to an accident. Maybe that's the reason..." Verne explained.

"Oh... I'm sorry, child, but I think your inference should be correct. This is why your wand is not going well. Maybe it's because of the sudden change in your mood, which causes this wand to no longer like you." Olivande shook his head, "It seems that I have to choose a suitable wand for you again." With a snap of his fingers, a measure of tape with a silver scale was flying out of his pocket, measuring the size for Verne, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpits, and finally measuring the head circumference. While measuring, he asked, "I remember you are good at the right arm."

"This... Actually, I suddenly realized that I was better at using my left hand." Verne said awkwardly. He was a left-handed man in his previous life, and after traveling through time, he seemed to have brought this habit. Although he can draw his bow with both hands, he still uses his left hand as his convenience.

"Well... it's a strange change." Ollivander showed a strange expression, his eyes seemed to be as bright as a mirror, as if he had seen through everything, making Verne creepy.

Ollivand quickly walked between the shelves, busy picking out some long boxes to move down, "Okay." He said, and the tape measure slipped down to the ground and rolled into a ball. "Then, Mr. Cadmond, try this one. Beech and unicorn wool, ten inches long and flexible, you can try it." After that, he stuffed a wand into Verne's palm, but pulled it away without a moment.

"No, no." Ollivander began to search again, "Twelve and quarter inch, Huang Cenmu, male unicorn hair, very elastic, suitable for transforming, try it-" Verne waved his wand, and then was taken away. "It's wrong again, so try this one, the nerves of oak and snake, nine inches long, very strong..."

Verne tried countless times, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and the boxes on the ground were stacking higher and higher, and even collapsed several times. At this time, he was a little confused, just let Olivande stuff him one magic wand and danced his arms mechanically. The only thing that made him still move was that he found that Bill was still in the store and kept not leaving, watching the show with his mouth slightly open.

As Ollivand pulled out more wands from the shelves, he seemed to be happier. "A picky customer, right? It doesn't matter. I think I can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable wand here--" But after saying this, Verne still couldn't find his own wand after another half an hour. He felt that he was going crazy and regretted that he had just stepped into this store. After all, now that I think about it, the wand before seemed not as uncomfortable as I imagined.

Verne began to look around boredly, and even chatted with Bill beside him for a few words. Suddenly, he glanced at a magic wand displayed alone on a purple cushion in the window. Verne felt it was extremely charming.

After staring for a long time, he asked Ollivand, who was sweating profusely, "Sorry, Mr. Ollivand, can you ask why this wand is placed in the window?"

Olivand glanced hurriedly, then continued to search on the bottom frame, and explained casually: "That was for promotion and also for memorial, children. I will change some 'special' wands every month. The ancestors of the Olivand family have the habit of collecting wands. Some were found in ancient monuments, some were of unique material, and others were wizards who were willing to return their partners to the 'birth place' before their death."

"This wand was picked up by my ancestors from the Clyde River. It was twelve inches long, strong and hard, but the material was a bit special. We have never been able to tell what kind of branches it was made of. As for the inner core, it should be the heartstrings of the dragon."

Verne suddenly said, "Can I give me a try on that wand?" At this time, Ollivand raised his head in surprise, "I feel like he is calling me..."

Ollivand was stunned for a moment, "Can you sense the call of a magic wand? Ordinary people don't have this feeling at all. It has nothing to do with magic or qualifications. Only the word "destiny" can explain it. Mr. Cadmond, do you really feel his call? Or is it just your illusion?" He opened the window while muttering, took out the magic wand and handed it into Verne's hand.

Verne took the wand and suddenly felt a heat from his fingertips. He raised the wand over his head, and stroked down like a long sword. Then he clearly felt the dust in the air suddenly turned into two sides. A platinum of gold flashed by, and the bench not far away suddenly cut off from it, falling to the left and right sides.

Ollivand shouted loudly: "Oh, great, oh, really, great! Oh... I didn't expect that after I got him from my family, after nine hundred and eighty-six years, he finally found his companion. This is amazing, great!"

While muttering, Ollivander put the wand in a box, wrapped it in brown paper, and handed it to Verne. After Verne took it carefully, he showed an awkward look and asked, "How much does it cost?" At this time, he almost no longer had any expectations, because as soon as he thought that the wand had been carefully stored for nearly a thousand years, it would be difficult to estimate that his price would be astronomical.

"Two Silver Siko, Mr. Cadmond." Ollivand looked at Verne with a smile, as if he had seen through the other party's thoughts. "This is just the money for wrapping paper, box, and oil for maintaining the wand, because I found that your wand had no trace of maintenance. This wand was not made by Ollivand, so I don't plan to charge it. After all, if the storage fee is calculated alone, I don't think many people can pay it."

"Since this wand has chosen you, I think he will be very sad if he stops him from creating a future with you. In addition, I hope you can continue to keep that birch wand. He has not been completely disappointed with you, maybe... hehe." After receiving the money, Ollivand bowed and sent Verne out of the store. "Mr. Weasley, I think you have stayed here for a long time, and your parents will definitely worry." He added, and also sent Bill out of the door.

Verne said sincerely: "Mr. Ollivander, you are a true wand maker."

"If you praise me like this, I won't give you a discount next time." Ollivand blinked his silver eyes, "I look forward to you going to my store to buy maintenance supplies in the future."

"Sure!" Verne replied with a smile.

(Believe me, this chapter is by no means a bloody one. During the new book, please recommend and support~)
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