Chapter 500 - Mr. Ollivander Ⅱ (1/2)
Mr. Ollivander leads the way into the back with Rowan following down a narrow hall into a surprisingly large workshop. Wands are in the process of being forged there are hundreds of sticks as well as hundreds of drawers that seem to hold rare, precious wand cores. Mr. Ollivander sets the Great Horned Serpent core on the table and says, ”I have tree samples of every kind of wood no matter how rare. I'll have you try them all and see which works the best.”
A drawer flies open as a hundred or more wooden blocks line up before her. ”The best kinds of woods for the wand creation will feel warm to your hand. Put the discarded blocks to the side and then continue onward. We'll narrow the best afterward.”
Rowan reaches for her wand and removes the illusion spell from her eye, before returning it to its original spot. Starting with the first wood block of Acacia, she feels nothing before reaching for the next one. Suddenly she can see the power swirling around Mr. Ollivander and gapes. It was rather beautiful like flickering silver lights that were constantly blossoming all around him like flowers.
”So, what do you see?” Mr. Ollivander asked rather unconcerned.
”Your magic is rather delicate,” Rowan muttered in embarrassment as she grabbed the next block to no effect. ”It's silver and blossoms like spring cherry blossoms.”
”Ah, well, I do live for a single pursuit in mind,” Mr. Ollivander replied not offended by the revelation. ”Interesting, it seems that your eye does not see the future as Grindelwald's did. But still, you should have never touched such forbidden magic in the first place, Miss Prince.”
The two of them fall into a heavy silence after that as Rowan keeps trying more wooden blocks to no avail until at last a dark wood with lighter swirls feels rather warm to the touch. She sets it aside, before being stopped by Mr. Ollivander with a gesture of his hand.
Mr. Ollivander slowly says, ”Hawthorn. A wood of conflicting natures, the tree leaves and blossoms bring forth life via healing and yet upon being cut the wood smells of death and brings forth life and death itself. An excellent wand for healing or for casting deadly curses. I suppose we might as well stop now, Miss Prince. I'm fairly certain this will be the only wood that will react to you.”
Rowan slowly nods and says, ”Might you know of a spell that might hide my right eye, Mr. Ollivander? The illusion spell that I've been using seems to be affecting my sense of perception as well.”
Mr. Ollivander turns to eye her and says, ”None that you are not already aware of. And you are terrible at transfiguration, Miss Prince.”
Rowan nods her head in agreement as Mr. Ollivander cryptically adds, ”Though I am certain that such a powerful transfiguration would be of no trouble for your twin brother. He seems to have inherited that particular talent from him.”
”What?” Rowan stiffly hissed at the old wandmaker.
Mr. Ollivander ignores her question and begins to put the blocks away one by one by hand. Using too much magic on said sample wood cores over time could ruin the samples. Though time consuming, Ollivander had always taken in pride in doing the best by his wands.
Rowan warily studied the old wandmaker the entire time, but she found nothing amiss with his movements. Finished, he closed the drawer shut, before glancing up at her. ”I'll have you return to the shop to be measured again once I find an acceptable Hawthorn wood which to use to forge your wand,” Mr. Ollivander muttered. ”It'll take some time as I must take your nature into question, before paring the wood and core.”