[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

With some difficulty Tom suppressed his laughter into a hacking cough.

The Dark Lord didn't speak, he just tapped his palm with his wand, looking at Ollivander as if he were looking at meat on a chopping board.

"..." Ollivander couldn't stand the silent torture, and sweat broke out on his face, "Ollivander's Wand Shop is of course the best wand shop in the UK... but I dare not deceive you. That's because I'm the only one in the UK... ha, ha, ha."

He let out a few dry laughs that contained fear, and continued to blow with a smile on his face: "But if we look at the whole of Europe, I, Ollivander, would like to call Gregorovitch the number one wand master!"

Tom: "...cough cough cough!"

"Continue." The Dark Lord ordered Ollivander briefly without even looking at Tom. No one could tell his thoughts from his ugly and ferocious face.

At least Ollivander couldn't. He is an old man who has experienced several Dark Lords, and he does not believe that the Dark Lord will suddenly change his temperament and become a good person. In his mind, the victims with different deaths reported in newspapers many years ago and talked about when chatting with old friends seemed to have quietly changed into his own face...

"Say...what...what..." He responded with a grunt, and shed more cold sweat. His eyes rolled around wildly, and he glanced around with the corners of his eyes. In the past, he would not bump into anything when he walked around with his eyes closed. Familiarity with the store could not provide him with any sense of security at this moment, and raising the wand-making tools at hand could only make his death look more dignified... There was no one on the street outside the dirty glass door. ——No, it can't be said to be empty. With sharp eyes, he saw a few Death Eaters in black robes standing vaguely on several commanding heights.

Come on, there's no need to expect the divine soldiers to save him.

But what else can I say...Ollivander was sweating profusely.

"Gregovich..." Ollivander murmured softly, "I recommend him to you for a reason." Since there was no way to escape, Ollivander made up his mind and stared at the formidable black man in front of him. Devil.

"There has always been a rumor... It is said that Gregovich has been studying and copying the characteristics of the Elder Wand... That's why he is so good at customizing wands..."

"The Elder Wand," the Dark Lord repeated softly.

The Dark Lord with the Death Stick... What a terrifying and tempting idea! Ollivander swallowed hard again and said: "Yes, the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny... It has countless names. It is an extremely powerful wand that is coveted by all wizards..."

"That sounds interesting, Ollivander," said the Dark Lord, "but I have always been very satisfied with the wands you made."

"Of course... of course..." Ollivander's mind was in confusion and he couldn't help but think about another wand with the same core as the one used by the Dark Lord, "But the Elder Wand is unparalleled... We, I mean me. I have studied its legend with other wand-makers, and it simply does not look like a mortal creation..."

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes.

"Very good," said the Dark Lord, "if your information is confirmed to be true and the wand you admire so highly is indeed in the hands of Grigovitch in Germany, you will be rewarded by Voldemort."

"I don't dare..." Ollivander's face turned pale, "Well, that's a rumor that has been circulating for a long time. I'm not sure either-"

The Dark Lord had no interest in hearing Ollivander's disclaimer and continued, "Now, go pick out a wand for my boy."

Ollivander, who failed to finish the disclaimer, closed his eyes in despair, raised the measuring tape tremblingly, and said, "Okay, okay...if you don't mind?"

Tom opened his arms calmly, and made a driving gesture towards the gray-white mist around him, telling them not to curiously turn over the measuring tape floating over to measure the size. Unexpectedly, the ruler was already shaking with it. Is the master the same?

"Um...what kind of wand do you like?" Ollivander asked.

"...Didn't you just say that the wand chooses the wizard?" Tom asked.

Isn’t that what little courage you had just now has been used up? I originally wanted to scare the Dark Lord with those blabbering words, but I didn’t seem to be able to frighten him!

Ollivander replied dryly: "This choice is of course a two-way street..." At the same time, he glanced at Tom resentfully.

Tom came to his senses and coughed dryly: "You can do whatever you want, my magic power is more..." He considered it for a moment, "Naughty."

The gray-white mist nuzzled him lightly, not very happily, but the force was not heavy, more like a tickle.

Ollivander's hand taking the wand paused for a moment, then he casually replaced it with a stronger one: "Try this one, beech wood... Naughty, likes excitement and fun, paired with a powerful but unstable dragon heartstring... …It’s a difficult wand to handle, but I think it’ll like you…”

He really liked this wand, and it trembled with joy as soon as he took it. Tom tentatively input a little magic, and with a wave - it blew over Ollivander's counter with a "bang".

Then the beech wand seemed to freeze for a moment and began to lie dead in his hand.

"Oh, okay." Ollivander took back the lost wand, "They usually have high expectations for subtlety and artistry... Well," he looked at the undulating mist around Tom, "It seems Not a good fit for you."

"Then try this. Blackthorn wood, born for fighting... maybe it is willing to-"

"Bang!" The fighting effect was indeed very good, directly blowing a big hole in the roof.

"Well, it doesn't fit." Ollivander quickly snatched the blackthorn wand back. Poor little guy, it was already starting to get hot. "You need a partner who can get along well with your magic... Let's see, let's see..." His back was already soaked, and he didn't dare to look back at the Dark Lord's expression.

"Try the hawthorn, my boy... It is a very strange and contradictory tree. Its leaves and flowers are healing, but the smell of its branches is deadly." Ollivander Handing him another one, he tried his best to show his professionalism, "Although I disagree with most of Grigovitch's opinions, we are very sympathetic to the complex and fascinating characteristics of hawthorn wands. They only accept the best." Suitable for their owners... Hawthorn wands are not easy to control, however, and have a notable characteristic: if not handled properly, the spells they cast may backfire."

"However," he looked at the intimate magic mist around Tom, "I think you don't have to worry about this."

But Tom doesn't like a wand that can backfire, not to mention that it probably won't backfire occasionally in his hand. According to his control ability, the head and tail of the wand should be swapped.

"Uh... Okay, do you like pear wood? Its characteristics are not very suitable for you, but at least it is very strong... No? Okay... How about ivy wood? They like wizards with high aspirations..."

Tom found that the dead particles in his magic seemed to be vaguely attracted to this material - he didn't want these guys to become active again, so he quickly threw the ivy wand back into the box.

This made Ollivander's hands tremble: It's over, they have no patience anymore...

"Red cedar! Let's try red cedar? It is said to bring good luck..." Yes, Ollivander thought with a wry smile, I really need a little good luck.

"Give him a yew tree," the Dark Lord finally said, "with phoenix tail feathers. Dumbledore's phoenix likes him very much." His eyes paused on Tom's chest.

Ollivander did not move immediately, he hesitated to peek at the Dark Lord's face.

Even if you don’t know much about the Dark Lord’s specific temperament, as a low-ranking person, you can still easily infer from human nature. No one likes others to use the same things as themselves, right?

But the Dark Lord did not show any displeasure. Instead, he was very satisfied to see that Tom was not using every wand he wanted. The one that suits him best should of course be his own wand... The Dark Lord thought, and his cold eyes fell on Ollivander who was still frozen in place.

"But...but..." Ollivander stammered, "Since I sold you that wand...I haven't made another wand made of this material." Of course not, it was the Dark Lord who had emerged, and in After the magic world was shaken, he quickly stopped producing the same wand as the Dark Lord.

"The one on your hand is unique." Ollivander bowed his head humbly.

"Then customize one." The Dark Lord was pleased, "I think Dumbledore's phoenix wouldn't mind contributing another tail feather." His eyes glanced at Tom's chest again.

"It's all at your command..." Ollivander agreed obediently.

"Come on, boy," the Dark Lord said to Tom, "then you can send the tail feathers to Ollivander -"

"But my crow?" Tom reminded him.

"Of course, the crow will accompany you to school. As for whether it is willing to run errands for you," the Dark Lord smiled vaguely, "that depends on you, boy."