Speaking of which, Brian really doesn't like to use Flyers to rush on the road.

He stumbled out of an old fireplace, and the neatly ironed robe was now covered with coal ash.

So his parents never disdained to use Floor powder, and they would rather move the shadows a few times.

After finally dusting off the coal ash on his body, Brian stepped into the crowded streets.

Speaking of which, this should be considered the first time Brian has come to Diagon Alley.

It is very prosperous, with people coming and going on the streets, and there are various shops on both sides, pharmacies with strange materials, and men and women wearing wizard robes are bargaining. Some of the windows are filled with strange silverware, books or crystal balls.

Brian saw a window with the latest 2001 flying broomstick in the showcase, and some little witches lay outside the showcase, looking eager.

He wandered around with interest for a while, but soon could not stand the crowd here and headed straight towards the Ollivander Wand Shop.

His wand has never been very suitable for him and is always unobedient. He needs to change his wand.

The Ollivander's Wand Shop is very inconspicuous in Diagon Alley. The store is small and broken. There is a lonely wand in the window. The sign on the door has been peeled and faded. It says: Ollivander has been well-made wand since 382 BC.

Brian pushed open the door and walked in. There was a jingle ringtone inside, and there was only a bench inside.

"Good morning." Mr. Ollivander turned out and said softly. He had silver hair and his eyes were light in color, glittering in the dark shop.

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander." Brian greeted in a gentle voice.

"Ah, I remember you, Mr. Brian Foley." Mr. Ollivander looked at Brian with light eyes. "You came to buy a wand as if it had happened yesterday. I remember every wand sold from me."

"Eleven and a half inches long, ebony, the core of the club is the heart nerve of the Fire Dragon. Yes, it is a very special magic wand." Ollivand said, "Normal, the core of the Fire Dragon's heart nerve will be very powerful, but it is also irritable and difficult to control. But this one is very special, it is unexpectedly docile, although it is weaker."

"Ah, I still remember your parents, their wands..." Ollivand stared at him.

"Your father, twelve and a half inches long, elm, can't be better for casting spells," he said with a wink of silvery eyes. "Your mother, she prefers oak wands, unicorn hair, ten inches long, very loyal and reliable companion."

"So, what are you here today, Mr. Foley?"

Brian said softly in his distinctive soft voice: "My wand is lost, so I need to buy another one."

Olivander's silver-white eyes stared at him and said slowly: "The wand is the most important companion of a wizard's life, Mr. Foley. Cherish your wand, which is what a real wizard should do. Of course, I have no intention of blaming others, just hope you can pay more attention to it."

"Ah, I didn't intend to lose it, that was indeed an accident." Brian kept smiling.

"Okay, okay, I think about it, it's the magic wand choice wizard. So, the same combination will probably be more suitable for you." Ollivand murmured to himself.

He pulled out one from the countless long boxes behind him, took out a magic wand and handed it to Brian.

Brian took it and waved it, and then was taken away by Mr. Ollivander.

"Well, it's not suitable, so if you choose a wizard for a magic wand, there are no two wizards who are exactly the same, and there will be two wizards who are exactly the same." Mr. Ollivand murmured to himself, and pulled out another wand and handed it to him.

"Try this, walnut, fire dragon heart nerve...it's still not suitable, try this again..."

Brian tried one after another, but it was not suitable, which made Ollivander frown.

"Why are they all the heart nerves of the Fire Dragon?" Brian suggested, "Maybe you can try it with a different core of the stick."

Olivand stared at him for a long time and whispered: "For a wizard, the material of the wand may change, but the core of the wand cannot be changed casually. The core of the wand we use has always been three types: unicorn hair, phoenix tail feather and fire dragon's heart nerve. Of course, they are the most suitable material for the core of the wand..."

Ollivand said, taking out another wand and handing it to Brian: "Try this, ebony, unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, good elasticity."

Brian waved it for a moment, but still had no reaction.

"Try this again, ebony, phoenix tail feather, thirteen inches long."

Brian took the wand and felt a warm current spread from the wand all over his body. He waved it gently, and the tip of the wand flashed with a pleasant light, illuminating the small space in the shop.

"Oh, incredible, incredible!" Ollivand exclaimed, "What a... a strange case!"

Brian held the wand in his hand, looked at Ollivand quietly with his quiet black eyes, and posed for a scrupulous attitude.

"Did you know? It's not wrong to choose a wizard in the wand."

"I know, there was such a case. A wizard, yes, that happened hundreds of years ago, and was recorded by my ancestors..." Ollivander's eyes widened, "He claimed that his wand was destroyed, so he came to buy a new wand, but after trying, the ancestor found that his wand material and core had changed..."

"Yes, the ancestors are very curious. This is not something that will change at will. In fact, most wizards do not need to change their wands in their entire lives. Even if they have undergone various transformations, even if they have undergone various transformations... the wand will always be loyal to him."

"Later, the man soon committed a crime and was caught." Ollivand said, "After checking, people found that he had been infected with a very rare black magic. No, it should be said that he was no longer him, but another soul replaced him, and a black wizard was reborn in his body."

Brian suddenly straightened his spine, and he pursed his lips.

Ollivander looked at Brian and said softly, "Of course, you are different. In fact, there are similar cases."

"For a wizard, the material of the wand is easy to change, but the core of the wand is difficult to change. This is a rule we have summarized for a long time. But we have been making wands and we always see all kinds of strange things."

"The ancestors recorded another case. A male witch sealed his wand. He lived as a Muggle for more than 20 years. After experiencing various drastic changes, he picked up his wand again. But that wand is no longer suitable for him, beech wood, fire dragon heart nerves, I remember it very clearly."

"He came to our wand shop again, and replaced it with beech and unicorn-haired wand." Ollivand narrowed his eyes and sighed with emotion, "Life has changed him, and his wand has not adapted to him."

Brian breathed a sigh of relief, but frowned.

Ollivand continued: "Of course, there is another case, which I have experienced personally, and I am very impressed."

"A witch, when she bought a magic wand, she was recognized by two magic wands at the same time." Ollivand said softly, "It is both alder, but one is unicorn hair and the other is the heart and nerves of the fire dragon."

"Later, during the examination at St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, she was found to have schizophrenia. One person is gentle and kind, the other person is irritable and irritable." Ollivander's eyes shining. "In the end, she was cured, and the two people were combined into one. What happened?"

"Her wand turned into an alder's phoenix tail feather wand."

"This is a very rare situation," Ollivand said. "The cores we use are always the most peculiar. They each have their own personalities and pride, and they hardly admit one person at the same time."

"I always think that the material of a magic wand represents a person's magic to a certain extent, and the core of a person's character or thought." Ollivander looked at Brian deeply and said, "What do you think will be in your situation?"

Brian pondered, "I don't know."

"Okay, okay, I won't ask about the customer's privacy." Ollivand nodded and rebuilt the messy box.

"I also hope to see a completely different case, and I think time will give me the answer." He said softly, "You know, even though we have been making wands for generations, many of the secrets about wands have not been revealed to us."

"The wands choose wizards. They are always so mysterious and willful, but we can't help but be deeply fascinated by it." Ollivand sighed.

Brian nodded slightly, paid Olivande seven Jingalons, and left here with his bow.

"The essence of magic has not changed, but has the thoughts and personality changed?"

Brian played with the new wand in his hand, his expression was shady and shady.

He thought of that dream and the back in the dream for no reason.

"Who are you? Are you you? Are you him? Are you who you know, are you really yourself?"

"Who am I?" Bryan murmured himself.

"It's confusing..." He rubbed his forehead and pushed the broken hair on his forehead aside.
Chapter completed!