Battle Force 5: Pottermore Wands by A-M-Stryx, literature
Literature
Battle Force 5: Pottermore Wands
EDIT explained at the bottom(NOT in the description).
I've been obsessing over BF5 recently and decided to attempt to come up with suitable wand matches based on the Pottermore Wand quiz.
Quiz questions: http://pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Ollivanders_Bespoke_Wand_Selector
Results: https://www.reddit.com/r/Pottermore/comments/87qdw3/this_is_how_the_pottermore_wand_quiz_works/
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