"A three faced plain work gown, a plain pointed hat for daytime wear, a pair of protective gloves, and a winter cloak..."

"Standard Spells, Primary Level, History of Magic, Magic Theory, Beginner's Guide to Metamorphosis, Thousand Kinds of Magic Herbs and Mushrooms, Magic Potions and Potions, Where are the Magic Animals, Dark Arts: A Guide to Self Defense..."

"A crucible, a set of glass or crystal vials, a telescope, a brass balance..."

"Well, we still need a magic wand and a pet..." Mo Ye thought about it with some evil taste.

Then he dragged the big bag of things and walked with difficulty. He said with some regret: "Maybe I should come with Lao Deng. The Traceless Stretch Mantra and Shrink Mantra look good."

The last shop was very small and shabby. The gold letters peeling off the door read, 'Ollivander has been a good cane maker since 382 B.C.'.

When he stepped into the shop, a clear ring sounded somewhere in the shop. This is a small place. There is nothing but a chair.

"Hey, it must be exciting to come here at night!" Looking at the empty shop, Mo Ye said jokingly.

"Good afternoon, we don't open here in the evening..." a soft voice

Yin said.

Shit, it's really scary Do you understand?

An old man stood in front of him, his big blue eyes shining through the dim shop.

Well, I like acting. Since you scared me, I'll play with you, crocodile tears.

Mo Ye seemed to be in shock and patted his chest. His eyes were wide open, full of fear and uneasiness. He had a little tear on his eye corner, which looked pitiful.

Ollivander felt a great sensation when he saw him like this.

'Aren't you bold just now? It turns out that the outside is strong but the inside is weak! I can't coax this child... What should I do? '

"Are you... the boss?" Mo Ye raised his head and looked at Olivander innocently.

Although what the heart thinks, the surface is still kind: "Yes, what's your name?"

"My last name is Mo and my first name is Ye!" Mo Ye suddenly flashed his big watery eyes and said without hesitation, looking unprepared.

Mr. Olivandes looked at him and said, "There was an Oriental girl last year, too. OK. Mr. Mo, let me have a look."

He took out long rulers with silver marks from his pocket: "Which hand do you use to hold a cane?"

"Right hand!" Mo Ye replied.

Ollivander began to measure him from Moye's shoulder to the tip of his finger, from the wrist to the elbow, from the shoulder to the ground, from the knee to the armpit, and the whole head, He said: "Every Ollivander wand has a core, which is made of powerful magic objects. Mo, we use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon heartstrings. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just like no two unicorns, phoenix or dragon are exactly the same. Of course, if you use the wands of other magicians, it will not have a good effect."

"If the wands were taken from the same creature, would they be the same?" Mo Ye asked curiously.

Olivander was slightly stunned, and then said softly, "... It's a brother!"

"OK." He didn't seem to want to talk about that topic, so the tape measure was huddled on the ground.

Then the crazy staff test started. The wands piled higher and higher, but Ollivander was more and more happy.

"A picky customer... Well, let me think, oh! Maybe it can try..." He rummaged through a pile of boxes.

"The tail feathers of elderberry and vernon, but they also have the power of death..." An ancient and elegant box with a little dust on it.

Mo Ye took the cane and immediately felt a warm current coming to his fingertips. He subconsciously raised the wand above his head, and when he put it down in the dusty air, an inexplicable white smoke seemed to emerge from one end of the wand, rather than ordinary smoke, it was more like mixing substances.

Ollivander shouted excitedly: "Oh! Good, how magical..."

Suddenly he stopped and approached Mo Ye. He could even see his turbid eyes: "My grandfather's friend had something to say, he said... He betrayed the dead. When black engulfed him, it was his death."