After taking Li Feng's measurements—arm length, height, head circumference, and so on—with a measuring tape, Ollivander turned and took out a wand box, holding it out to Li Feng. "Give it a try."
Looking at the glossy black wand, Li Feng's first impression was that it was ugly as hell. But Ollivander insisted that the wand chose its owner, so Li Feng could only pinch his nose and pick it up.
Before Li Feng could even try waving it, Ollivander snatched the wand away and said quietly, "This isn't right. Please wait."
With that, Ollivander set the wand down and turned to select another one.
Li Feng was somewhat baffled. You knew it wasn't suitable before I even tried it?
Very soon, Ollivander came before Li Feng with a second wand.
After accepting it, Li Feng did not rush to wave it. Instead, he waited for Ollivander to say either "not suitable" or "suitable." After all, the man was an expert who could tell whether a wand suited someone without even having them try it.
Ollivander exchanged a rather speechless look with Li Feng. "Mr. Austin, aren't you going to try it?"
Now you want me to try it?
Li Feng pursed his lips slightly, gently waved the wand in his hand, and cast Fire Conjuration. This time, Li Feng clearly felt his Mana gathering at the wand's tip under the wand's guidance before erupting into a huge blaze.
Li Feng swore that he had only wanted a tiny flame to light a cigarette at first. He had never intended to summon a fire that nearly reached the ceiling.
Li Feng hurriedly put the wand down, looked up at the slightly blackened ceiling, and said apologetically, "Sorry. I'll compensate you for it."
Ollivander shook his head slightly and raised his