aircannonsinc Chapter 157 Ollivander's Problem
Chapter 157 Ollivander's Problem
Chapter 157 Ollivander's Problem
As the bricks on the wall rose and fell, shifting and moving, a door leading to Diagon Alley opened.
Before Ryan could even go inside...
Some sparks were released.
"Is it that intense?" After dodging the attack, he saw a large group of people walking past him, shouting slogans.
Several Aurors who had previously gone to France to catch bats were mixed in with the group, taking pictures like crazy with their cameras.
After casting the Disillusionment Charm, Ryan patiently waited for the crowd in front of him to surge past, estimating there were probably several hundred people: "I have a feeling—Ralvin has made this a bit of a fuss—"
Without much thought, he used his communicator to send a message to the George and Fred brothers, who had come to the Tower of Fantasy that day, warning them not to participate in the protests and to stay obediently inside the Tower of Fantasy.
Then he contacted Larvin and received a reply from Larvin assuring him that everything was under control.
"Then take it easy. The atmosphere in Diagon Alley has been built up to this extent. It needs an emotional outburst to be released."
"Don't worry, even if there's an emotional outburst, it won't backfire on me," Larvin said confidently.
Unfortunately, the current communicator can only generate a portrait, not the background. Ryan looked at the tiny portrait on the communicator and could only tell from the background noise coming from Larvin's end that he should also be in Diagon Alley.
Since Larvin is already on the scene, it means he definitely has more to do next.
Sometimes I find that this senior is really a man of action.
Ryan hung up the communication and headed to Ollivander's wand shop under the Illusion Charm.
Ollivander's wand shop was quiet today, with no business. The room was filled with wands, covered in intricate patterns. Ryan could even feel a powerful surge of magic within the room. It wasn't from a single source, but rather a torrent formed by countless wands combined together.
"Lian Welsh—long time no see—" Ollivander emerged from the depths of the shop, pointing with his wand to the coffee placed to the side, the aroma of the heated coffee filling the entire small house.
"It's been less than six months since we last met. Last time, it was me, Hagrid, and Harry Potter who came together." Ryan picked up his coffee and found a place to stand in the room filled with wands.
"I heard from Albus that you want to come to me to learn about wand science." Ollivander himself sat behind the counter.
"I think Mr. Ollivander must have seen the previous Daily Prophet, in which the principal, teacher Nicolas Lemaître, and I discovered giant bats in France."
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"This giant bat was created through alchemy; some components in its skeleton can act as conductors of magic, and they work very well."
Ollivander scoffed, "The greatest prophet of this century, a rising magical genius—aren't those titles enough for you? Do you want to add 'Great Wand Maker' to your list?"
Ryan knew the old man was jokingly asking him why he wanted to study wand magic.
However, since his current idea was a hundred times more complicated than a communicator, he didn't reveal the real reason, and chuckled twice, "I just have some small ideas that I wanted to trouble you with, sir." Ollivander looked at him, holding the communicator in one hand and lightly tapping a wand box with the tip of his other finger: "I told you, you will become an excellent and highly charismatic wizard. You yourself said that a wizard's charm comes from ability. But don't rush things; too much of a good thing can be bad. Your current abilities can't support your ideas. The magical world isn't big; the magical world is vast."
"I underestimated you, sir. I didn't expect you to have already figured out what I was going to do." Ryan put down his cup. He truly hadn't anticipated that this old man was so insightful. Despite not having a deep connection with him, he could still sense roughly what he was thinking—
He felt somewhat ashamed. Half a year ago, when Harry Potter came to take his wand, he maliciously speculated that the old man Ollivander told every wizard who received a wand that he would become a great man.
Now it seems that it was simply because this old gentleman had seen countless people. He had met almost all wizards and knew what kind of achievements these wizards would make in the future. Therefore, he was able to use his long life experience to extract what a wizard would do and what he would think in the future.
Ollivander sighed. "But your thinking won't change, will it?"
Time waits for no one.
"What do you think a magic wand is?"
Ryan had expected Ollivander to offer a few more words of advice, but to his surprise, Ollivander chose to cut to the chase and got straight to the point, starting with wand studies and posing his first question.
He recalled the bizarre spellcasting mediums of ancient wizards seen in various relics, and the spellcasting processes and results that even he couldn't control. Comparing this to the stable spellcasting methods of modern wizards wielding wands, he confidently stated: "A wand is a device that assists wizards in manipulating magic!"
"Well said." Ollivander's feedback was very satisfactory.
He recounted how he once went out to other wand shops to gather information about their competitors. He asked an apprentice who had worked at that long-established wand shop for many years. The apprentice, who seemed to have gotten the idea from somewhere, said something that sounded like a perfectly reasonable but ultimately meaningless statement.
"What did the apprentice say?"
"He said a wand is a wand, nothing more. What kind of talk is that!" Ollivander's expression was extremely strange, his face filled with the desire to kill this wandmaker apprentice.
What do you mean a sword in a Western fantasy world is just a sword? This guy must have been born in the wrong place. If he went to a martial arts world, he would definitely achieve great things. Ryan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Hehe, maybe he has his own philosophy on swordsmanship."
"Hmph." Ollivander snorted. The old man disliked this kind of heretical and unorthodox philosophy the most.
"A wand is a tool to aid in the control of magic. You're right about that. But I have another question, so listen carefully:"
In your opinion, what flaws still exist in the current development of wand studies, and what areas are worth improving?
Ryan was utterly speechless: "I can't say I haven't studied wand magic at all, but I could say my foundation is zero. How can I possibly point out any flaws or areas for improvement?"
"You don't need to have already learned it, just follow your own ideas." Oliver's tone was very serious, and he even stopped tapping the wand box with his hand.
No, what do you mean by not needing to learn to follow ideas?
Now that you've done this, we can't call him "old man" anymore; we have to call him "senior elder." Doesn't that just sound like a scene from a martial arts drama?
Ryan does have his own ideas, but they are actually unrealistic fantasies without any practical basis. After learning magic, he will drastically change his plans to make them more realistic.
Could it be that this old gentleman wants to hear the specific process of my thinking?
With this in mind, he recalled his proposed plan and repeated it to Ollivander: "I personally believe that a wand is also a type of alchemical tool, and therefore should naturally possess the properties of an alchemical tool..."