At this point Ollivander stopped talking and gestured for Harry to open the box and Harry looked upon the most beautiful wand he had seen all day, made out of a dark wood that looked almost black, the handle twisted looking like a gnarl of a tree, little crimson thorns littered the length of the wand. As Harry picked it up it fit perfectly into his hand. A great wave of cold flowed through his body, entering the wand and remaining there, giving the wand a wave and all of the lights in the shop dimmed. Harry smiled.