Here's part two….. Enjoy!
He had been walking for a long time, past the weeping willows and the whispering pines in search of a tree with magic.
Not every tree is magical, just as not every person is magical, and it was his job to find those special trees.
At the base of our tall oak tree, the product of the squirrel's gift so many years ago, he stopped. Gently, precisely, Ollivander put his palm on the rough bark, listening.
The magic was flowing strong inside. Whichever wizard was chosen by the wand that this tree would make would be a lucky wizard indeed.
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