I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 11 Ancient Staff
Ollivander's eyes widened when he heard Rhine's words.

No?

Is this request a bit too unconventional?
Today's wizards all hope that their wands will be lighter, more convenient to carry, and quick to plug and unplug.

As for whether the wand will be damaged?
As long as you don't use the wand to hit people, or pass the wand to two brothers like the Weasley family, this is definitely a low-probability event.

But Rhine wants a wand that goes completely against the current mainstream, even powerful enough to hit people with?
"This kind of wand is not the main focus of our Ollivander family."

Ollivander said sullenly.

Hagrid was a little disappointed when he heard this.

But Rhine's eyes lit up.

"It's not the main attack direction, but you didn't say there is no such wand."

Ollivander paused and sighed.

"I wanted to keep it a secret, but today's young wizards are too shrewd."

"Well, I do have a wand with a very, very long history. Well, it can't be called a wand. A more appropriate term would be a staff."

"This thing is from our Ollivander family's collection. It is a wand that is far older than the time before Hogwarts was founded, and even older than Merlin."

Then Ollivander entered the storeroom through a small door behind the counter.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a long rectangular box covered in dust.

This box alone is more than one meter long.

The size of the bag was so huge that Ollivander couldn't even take it out himself and had to use a levitation spell to bring it to the counter.

When the box was opened, what appeared before Rhine was a staff made entirely of metal and engraved with various mysterious patterns.

Ollivander's cheek twitched.

"Mr. Rhine, this is what you want."

"But I must advise you, this thing weighs at least dozens of pounds. It was a staff used by wizards in ancient times to fight."

"You have to know that wizards at that time didn't have many spells, and used melee combat more than spellcasting, so this kind of staff came in handy."

"But magic has developed to this point. Wizards no longer need physical combat. These slow, heavy, and difficult-to-carry staffs have long been eliminated by history."

"Even though its physical and magical power are far greater than today's wands, I'm afraid only someone of Hagrid's size could handle it."

"Not to mention spellcasting gestures and the like. If you choose this, completing the Hogwarts courses will be a huge problem."

Rhine looked at the staff in front of him, but a hint of heat flashed across his eyes.

Who can resist a round, straight stick with mysterious patterns?

Then, Rhine reached out and grasped the heavy staff.

As Ollivander repeatedly urged him to be careful, but then his gaze turned into one of doubt about life, Rhine easily lifted the staff.

Made entirely of metal and weighing dozens of pounds, it is almost unaffordable for all wizards in the magical world, but for Rhine, who has a body of iron and steel, it feels just right.

The only thing that made Rhine feel a little dissatisfied was that the staff was still a little too long for his current height.

After all, he was only eleven years old and had not yet fully developed. His staff was almost taller than him, and it was very troublesome to wield it.

“If only it were a little shorter.”

Rhine sighed.

And the next moment, a pattern on the staff seemed to understand Rhine's words.

The entire staff began to shorten. Although the weight remained the same and it was still much longer than an ordinary wand after being shortened, Rhine could already wield it like a short stick.

Rhine's gaze grew even more intense. "Fuck, it can even become longer or shorter?"

He has skin of steel and bones, who can refuse a golden cudgel?
"That's it!"

Rhine chose this ancient staff without any hesitation.

Ollivander maintained a skeptical expression throughout the entire process, even blinking at Hagrid as an idea came to his mind.

"Is this little wizard a relative of Hagrid? Could he be Hagrid's illegitimate son, also with half-giant blood?"

"How else could an eleven-year-old wizard lift a staff weighing dozens of pounds?"

At the same time, he looked at the ancient magic wand that changed its length at will in Rhine's hand, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

This ancient wand was also studied by the Ollivander family, but a thousand years ago, the Ollivander family lost interest in it and simply treated it as a collection item.

He also didn't expect that Rhine could make it show such characteristics.

Ollivander, who always believed that the wand and its owner should run in both directions, couldn't help but think that "this might be some kind of special fate."

This topic aroused his interest even more.

"Well, Mr. Rhine, since you insist, I think this staff is indeed very suitable for you."

Ollivander considered.

"I won't take your money."

"But I hope you can regularly communicate with me about your experience in using this wand, and help me complete some wandology research."

Rhine naturally agreed to this.

He also coveted the connections of Ollivander, the "Master of the Weapon Refining Sect."

If you go one step further and reach the level of close friends, you can gain the talent of controlling fire.

Whether it's alchemy, potions or combat, this talent is likely to work wonders, and Rhine can't miss it.

Ollivander asked him to help, which was exactly what Rhine wanted.

Finally, when Rhine and Hagrid were about to leave the store, Ollivander remembered something else.

"Oh, now I remember, my ancestors studied this staff."

"The notes they left behind mentioned that although this staff is generally intact, it seems to have experienced a fierce battle that year, and there are still some damages."

"My ancestors repaired it and restored most of its functions, but due to the lack of some precious metal materials from ancient times, it is still not fully restored."

"Otherwise, it should have a special magical effect."

Ollivander gave a wry laugh.

"My ancestors were able to find some ancient magical relics back then, but now I don't even have a single ancient metal material."

"Mr. Rhine, if you want to completely repair this staff, you have to find a way yourself."

Rhine nodded, but didn't think anything of it.

Firstly, the staff can be used normally, which is good enough in his opinion, and he does not have the obsessive-compulsive disorder of wanting everything to be perfect.

Secondly, he thought of the talent for metallurgy and silver refining that he had just acquired from Ollivander, which allowed him to purify the metal.

Perhaps he could use this talent to get some of those extinct ancient metal materials.

But anyway, that’s all in the past.

For Rhine, getting a wand that perfectly suits him is enough.

(End of this chapter)