Ollivander returned to Kewen with the tape measure. Looking at Kewen's still cautious appearance, he couldn't help but smile softly: "Relax, child."

"Okay, okay sir, how should I cooperate with you?" Kewen responded, but everyone could see that his body was tense.

"Relax, just open your arms." Ollivander continued to speak softly while commanding: "Although it's a bit cruel to say that, child, you should know your current situation. There is no past, no relatives and friends... "

Ollivander unfolded the tape measure and measured Cowan's arm length before adding, "You can't change what happened, but now that you have me, you can consider me your family. Turn around."

Cowen turned around obediently, and rolled his eyes slightly from an angle that Ollivander couldn't see.

Ollivander is still continuing the chicken soup for the soul: "Maybe it's the big change that makes you feel like you are surrounded by danger now. But what I want to say is, I will protect you from now on, and I hope you can recover from that bad situation as soon as possible. Get rid of it from the state of being in the same state. You don’t have to be careful when facing me. Maybe you can’t treat me as a relative for a while, but we can start as friends. Arms raised.”

Cowen poses his body in a cross.

"In the future, too." Ollivander continued to nag: "I hope you can make more friends when you enter school. If you were still on guard like you are now, I am afraid that you will be excluded by other students, like that. Life sucks. Okay, let it go."

Hearing the footsteps go away, Kewen turned around and raised his left eyebrow at Ollivander's back.

Ollivander put the tape measure back on the table, picked up a piece of paper, and wrote a few sets of numbers on it with a quill pen.

"If I'm not mistaken..." Ollivander said, "You're right-handed, right?"

"Yes sir." Cowen nodded to confirm.

"Very good." Ollivander lowered his head.

Staring at the few lines of numbers just written, Ollivander walked to the bookshelf ladder at the corner of the corridor.

As he stepped up the ladder, Ollivander said: "Think carefully about what I said, you don't have to change yourself immediately to do what I say, I hope you can slowly adapt to the new life and start a new life. Oh here."

With that said, Ollivander pulled out a box from the dense wand box, and then climbed down the bookshelf ladder.

Going to the cashier to open the box, Ollivander took out a dark brown wand that was about thirty centimeters long.

Handing the wand upside down to Cowan, Ollivander said, "Eleven and a quarter inches, willow, unicorn tail feathers."

Kewen couldn't wait in his heart, but he took the wand carefully.

The moment Ollivander's fingers left the wand, Cowen felt as if the wand in his hand had turned into his own arm, and a feeling like an arm commanded spontaneously, and at the same time, he felt that the surrounding environment became very clear.

Seeing the unconcealed surprise in Kewen's eyes, Ollivander smiled proudly and said at the same time, "Don't just hold it like this, try it out."

"This..." Kewen was confused for a moment, then reacted immediately. After thinking about it, he turned and pointed to the book on the bench, and said softly: "Winga Dim Leviosa!"

Kewen felt that an invisible bridge appeared between his body and mind and the book he was pointing at the moment he finished chanting the spell. And this bridge is different from the previous feeling of 'connecting all things'. As if bridged by a wand, the feeling of the 'bridge' is clearer.

As a result, Kewen moved in his heart.

The next moment, I saw that the "History of Magic" on the bench suddenly floated slowly, and moved slowly in the air according to Kewen's intention.

"Magic..." Kewen couldn't help but sigh again.

"Hahaha, that's it." Ollivander smiled happily: "Imagination is no longer in control and can stop your magic."

Kewen did as he did, and stopped the idea of ​​manipulation. The "History of Magic" book suddenly fell back onto the bench in mid-air.

"How does it feel?" Ollivander asked with a smile. "Do you feel like you have an extra arm? Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Yeah!" Kewen showed an excited look and nodded heavily.

"Very well, it seems that you chose the right wand, and the wand also chose you." Ollivander was very satisfied, and continued: "As a partner who will accompany you all your life, you need to know him in detail. You have to listen carefully to what you say, and it is best to keep it in mind.”

"Yes, sir."

"Wicker has healing properties and is a very unusual wand wood. I think the ideal owner of a wicker wand is usually insecure, which fits your personality very well."

When Ollivander said this, he couldn't help showing a slightly complacent expression, and then continued: "But my wicker wand, I choose the most potential owner, just like you... No, I think you are better than them. more potential!"

Seeing Kewen's expression of disbelief and emotion, Ollivander continued to say softly, "Let's talk about the core of the wand."

"Unicorn tail hairs generally cast the most stable spells, and are the least likely to fluctuate or jam. They are the most faithful of the wands, and as such, help their masters control those unmanageable spells and magic. It's also what you need most right now."

"Combining the best wand wood for you with the best wand core for you, I can't think of a better wand for you."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Ollivander." Cowan said 'very gratefully'.

"Very good, now, it belongs to you." Ollivander smiled and nodded: "I will teach you how to maintain the wand in peacetime later."

"Yeah!" Kewen nodded heavily. But then out of the corner of the eye glanced at other wand boxes.

Ollivander was obviously aware of this small movement, which made him stunned for a moment, and then suddenly again.

Shaking his head amusingly, Ollivander said proactively, "Of course, many little wizards have a mentality, wondering if there is a more suitable wand for them."

As he said that, Ollivander walked to the wand cabinet, and after some selection, he took out a box again.

Walking back and opening the box, he handed a gray wand to Kewen, saying at the same time, "Ten and three-quarters, pine wood, the nerves of the dragon's heart. Give it a try."

Under Ollivander's somewhat mocking gaze, Cowen took over the new wand, but he was stunned.

Without words, Kewen cast a spell on "History of Magic" again.

As "History of Magic" slowly floated up again, the expression on Ollivander's face froze...