Chapter 302: Ancient Magical Script
Darcie had never expected that these three words would ignite such a reaction in Mr. Ollivander.
Who was Garrick Ollivander?
None in the magical community could claim to be above him in Wandlore.
Even in magical prowess, this old man was not someone to be messed with.
If it weren't for the likes of Dumbledore and the other monstrous existences, Mr. Ollivander would have stood at the top of the magical community. He certainly had the qualifications for it. Not to mention, he was old and alone and minded nothing other than his own business.
No wonder people often ignored the grandeur of this legendary wizard and brilliant researcher.
For him to tremble at the mention of the mere three words almost disturbed Darcie.
"Have I said something wrong, Mr. Ollivander?" Darcie asked innocently, her eyes calm and curious.
The old wandmaker came to his senses and hastily ordered the tumbling chess pieces to return to their positions.
The pawns cursed the old man and slid back to their squares, the black and white pieces rubbing shoulders, eying each other with great animosity.
"Haha!" the wandmaker laughed ruefully.