MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light-Chapter 5 Call God to protect

  Chapter 5 Calling God to Guard

  Ollivander is an old shop that has made excellent wands since 382 BC. A magic wand was placed alone in the dusty window, and the golden sign had peeled off. The shop looked small and broken. At least compared to other dazzling and beautifully decorated shops, it looked like it was about to close down. Looks like, but it is recognized as the best shop for making wands in the entire wizarding world.

When they entered the store, jingle bells rang behind the store hall. There was nothing but a bench. Behind the counter was a large cabinet. Thousands of long and narrow paper boxes almost lay on the ceiling, all covered with it. The heavy dust made Pomona feel inexplicably sad.

   "Pete, can everyone only choose one wand of his own in his life?"

   "What?" He was just about to sit down on the bench, and was stunned by Pomona's question.

"Of course." A soft voice said, and a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of them from the back of the shelf. He had big, light-colored eyes, like two flashes in a dim store. The bright moon.

   "Why?" She asked somewhat cautiously.

"Each Ollivander’s wand has super magical substances, which is its essence. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves. Each one is unique. Because there are no two identical unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes in the world, when you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, you will never have the best spellcasting effect. I think this is enough to answer your question."

   "But how do you know that the magic wand you choose now will suit you in the future?" Pomona said anxiously, "People can change."

   "Yeah~, I understand." The middle-aged man gave Pomona a lot, and said after a long while, "Are you mixed with Veeva?"

Pomona felt very embarrassed, and finally nodded.

"Please wait a moment, let me think about it, where is it?" Ollivander said as he shuttled between the shelves, removed some long boxes, opened them and re-rolled them into a roll and stuffed them back, a moment later he With a sound of "Aha", he took out a magic wand placed on blue velvet.

  "Come and try this one, miss, by the way, what's your name?"

   "Pomona, Pomona Martin."

  "Miss Martin, this wand is made of beech wood and Veeva hair. It is seven inches long and very flexible. You can try to wave it."

Pomona smiled bitterly. In the eyes of the wizard, Veeva was classified as a magical creature like unicorns, dragons and phoenixes, but she still took the wand up, and she felt a power coming from her fingertips. It’s like testing the temperature of the water in a bathtub. It’s not hot or cold. It’s just right. Then a stream of white smoke flowed out of the magic wand like running water. Then it quickly turned into white mist, constantly deforming in the air, and finally turned into A beautiful swan.

  Ollivander and Pete were stunned. After a while, Ollivander yelled, "It's great, it's great, it's amazing, it's amazing!"

   "What happened to Pete?" Pomona looked at her knight in a daze.

"Hushen guard, that is the extremely high magic in the magical world. When it works, it can call out a patron saint. It can resist dementors like a shield." Pete pointed to the one surrounding Pomo Na Fei's swan said with horror, "This is the first time I have seen someone who can make this thing with just one hand."

"This may be related to Miss Martin's Veeva lineage. Veevas are a kind of transformable female elves, living in forests, lakes, mountains and clouds, and can become swans, horses and wolves. When they are in the midsummer night Dancing under the moon will make people who are obsessed with them forget everything in the world. Do you know the consequences of a dementor attacking people? Mr. Sprout."

   "Do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember you. Ollivander remembers every wand he sold and their owner. I remember it was five years ago when you and your grandmother came to buy the wand together, right, a piece of holly. , The wand of unicorn hair?"

"Yes, if you are still studying at Hogwarts, I would say you add two points." Pete smiled and said, "When the dementors appear, it makes people feel cold, and people seem to lose all their enthusiasm and courage. , Only the most painful memories in my heart are left. They take people’s hope, happiness, and the desire to live as food. When using the call to protect the gods, you must do your best to recall a happy thing to summon the patron saint. What were you thinking about? , Pomona?"

   "I didn't think about anything." Pomona lied. She was thankful that she was just a veil. She only had to pull out a piece of hair instead of being drawn out like a poor dragon and become the material for a magic wand.

"This wand has been made for more than three hundred years. It was made by my great-great-great-great-grandfather. I didn't expect it to be sold until my generation." Ollivander put the wand in a box and said as he said. Wrap it in a brown paper package "wonderful, really wonderful."

   "Wait." Pomona said, "I want to try another magic wand."

  Ollivander and Pete looked at her in surprise.

   "Why? This root suits you well, isn't it?"

   "I only tried one. How do you know that there will be no other wands that suit me better!"

   "When you feel right, even if you fall in love at first sight, you will be happy for a lifetime." Ollivander persuaded, "You have to believe in your feelings, Miss Martin."

   "It's like an arm." Pete rolled up his sleeves. "Of course it is the best original. Cut off the original and replace it with a new one. Even if it is Merlin's, it may not be suitable for me."

   Pomona’s tears rolled in her eyes, and finally turned her head to look at Ollivander out of anger, "Should every little wizard be accompanied by an adult wizard when buying a wand?"

  This is stipulated by the Ministry of Magic. The magic power of the little wizard is very unstable, and coupled with the unstable wand, it often causes accidents, but most people do not take this regulation seriously.

"Yes it is…"

   "Let's go, Pete, next time I will find an adult to accompany me to buy it."

   "Don't be like a girl, Pomona." Pete grumbled impatiently, "Why do you always like to have nothing to do?"

"Oh, for God's sake, I'm a girl!" Pomona was so angry that she smoked. "You still say that people ask who I am, and I want to say that I am dating you. Is it possible that you would date a boy? ?"

   Both Pete and Ollivander were stunned. After a while, Pete cursed and left with Pomona unwillingly.

"Wait." Just when Pete's hand touched the doorknob, Ollivander handed the packed wand over. "Take it away. Since the third century BC, no one has left Ollivander. When I left empty-handed."

   "Thank you." Pete took it without waiting for Pomona to speak. "How much should I pay you?"

   "No need." Ollivander said with a relieved smile, "You have helped me a lot."

  Either Pomona or Pete thought Ollivander’s words were strange, but neither of them was too concerned. After all, there are weird people everywhere in the wizarding world.

   "I won't use it." Pomona warned Pete, "Next time your mother is on vacation, I will come with her again."

   "Come on, who knows when she will have time to rest." Pete said as he opened the door, and a group of people stood outside Ollivander's shop, it was Lily Evans and the Snape family.

   "Hi, Pomona!" Lily waved at her with excitement, while Snape turned his gaze away arrogantly.

  Actually, Pomona knew in her heart that her warning was of no use to a brave Gryffindor girl. They were so brave and reckless that they would not be deterred even if they had to face unknown dangers.

  In contrast, the girls in the Badger Academy are much more sensitive and timid, which is why other colleges look down on Hefpaff.

  Gryffindor seeks courage, Ravenclaw seeks knowledge, Slytherin seeks ambition, and Hefpaff seeks family and love.

  Mediocre people are not worthy of being with outstanding people.

Pomona felt inexplicably frustrated. What made her even more puzzled was why she insisted on finding a second wand that belonged to her. In fact, she knew that the original one was very suitable for her, but she was stubbornly obsessed with fate. Fight, that's why Pete said, like a stupid girl to trouble herself.

  (End of this chapter)