Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

Old Tom blinked and double-checked that he wasn't seeing things.

Old Tom vividly remembered that wonderful melody from just now.

Before Eric, he had also taken many Muggle-born wizards to buy preschool items.

To be honest, the magic Eric unconsciously unleashed when he picked up the wand was the most spectacular he had ever seen.

Old Tom knew that Ollivander shared his opinion on the matter.

As bystanders, they could all directly sense the changes in Eric after he received the wand.

Eric was practically one with his wand.

Old Tom watched Eric's retreating figure and couldn't help but feel a little absurd.

Is this the capriciousness of a genius?

Even the wand that was most compatible with him didn't care at all.

On the other side, Ollivander also stared in shock at the wand Eric handed him. He felt exactly the same way as old Tom, and for a moment, he even felt a sense of humiliation.

Eric's actions were tantamount to questioning the Ollivander family's millennia-old heritage.

To put it bluntly, this is a slap in the face to a wand maker.

No wandmaker could bear the disappointment after witnessing such a wonderful wand reaction.

Ollivander suppressed his anger, almost squeezing his voice through clenched teeth, and said, "Mr. Clapton, perhaps I didn't explain clearly enough, and you don't understand your reaction after receiving the wand."

“I guarantee in the name of the Ollivander family that this wand is absolutely the best fit for you. You could never use any other wand better than this one.”

"Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, and now, this wand has chosen you."

Ollivander stared intently at Eric, as if he were looking at a mindless monster.

Chapter 15 The Wizard Chooses a Wand

“Is that so?” Eric remained unmoved and smiled. “But I still want to try some other wands.”

“I don’t understand.” Seeing Eric’s insistence, Ollivander’s expression darkened further. “It is the wand that chooses the wizard, Mr. Clapton.”

"Before you, I had met people who refused the wand, but their fates were all tragic."

"Once you've refused a wand, it will refuse you again if you try to use it again later."

"When choosing a wand, the worst thing you can do is try to pick the best one. My experience tells me that there is no such thing as the 'best' wand in the world, only the wand that is most suitable for you."

"And this oak wand, in my opinion, is just the right wand for you."

After Ollivander finished speaking, he stared intently into Eric's eyes.

He was waiting for Eric to change his mind.

But Eric simply shook his head and still held out the oak wand to Ollivander.

"……All right."

After a moment, Ollivander raised his chin, looked at Eric with a disdainful gaze, took the wand from Eric's hand, and said, "You're stubborn, Mr. Clapton."

"I hope your talent is enough to support your arrogance."

Ollivander turned and put the oak wand away, then stood back in front of the wall of wand boxes, resting his hands on the counter, and said, “You can tell me what kind of wand you want now, Mr. Clapton.”

"I'm not bragging, but this is truly the best wand shop in Diagon Alley, bar none. I don't discriminate based on the material; we have wands made from all kinds of wood."

"How about fir wood? This kind of wand is perfect for stubborn wizards with strong self-beliefs, and you happen to be that type."

Eric did not answer Ollivander immediately, but instead turned and paced around the shop, beginning to examine each wand in turn.

Eric was relaxed and didn't care about Ollivander's sarcastic attitude.

The connection between wands and wizards is actually quite complex and fascinating.

Factors such as wood, core, and length all affect the effectiveness of a wand, and consequently, the wand does indeed choose its wizard.

The combination of a wand and a wizard is more like that of lovers or intimate partners.

Whether they are compatible or not depends on their innate personalities and the subsequent adjustments they make.

If a wizard does not respect his wand, then there is no doubt that he will not be able to use the powerful magic in his hand.

It was indeed Eric who offended Ollivander first today.

It's understandable that Ollivander would be angry.

Any proud wand maker would be angered by Eric's reaction.

Especially after seeing how perfectly Eric fused with that oak wand.

But there was one thing that Ollivander and old Tom, who were watching, did not know.

For Eric, who possesses wand aptitude, almost no wand will resist his use.

On the contrary, Eric, standing in the center of the shop, vaguely felt that every wand seemed to be constantly beckoning him, wanting to be held in his hand.

He doesn't need to try every wand to know.

The wands were trying to please Eric, showcasing their special features as much as possible.

Eric sensed this the instant he grasped the oak wand.

The oak wand seemed to be deliberately flattering him; he hardly used any magic, yet the wand spontaneously displayed amazing effects.

That would be pointless.

Things that are too easily obtained are often not cherished.

Eric has a bit of that mindset now.

Eric didn't voice his thoughts, but he chose to follow his heart and select another wand.

In any case, the worst outcome for him would be that he could just pick up any wand and unleash most of its potential.

If that's the case, why not choose the most unique one?

If Ollivander knew Eric's thoughts at this moment, he would probably be utterly astonished.

For others, it's about choosing the wand that responds to them from among countless others. But for Eric, it's about choosing the most special wand, or even the one that doesn't respond, from among countless wands that suit him.

What a waste of resources.

Ollivander couldn't stand watching Eric wander around the shop with such enthusiasm.

He stepped out from behind the counter and followed Eric, beginning to introduce each wand that caught his eye.

"Holly wood, of excellent shape, with a core of phoenix feathers, thirteen inches long..."

"This one is made of ebony. The core uses two materials, which is a rare composite process, but to be honest, it's not as good as the oak one you just used."

"Elm wood..."

"Alder..."

……

"What kind of wand do you want, Mr. Clapton?"

After following Eric for more than ten minutes, Ollivander couldn't help but ask.

He talked until his mouth was almost dry.

Apart from the first wand, Eric didn't pick up any other wands to try waving. Ollivander admitted that, compared to his anger earlier, he was now more curious and wanted to see what kind of wand Eric would ultimately choose.

“Well… I can’t really say,” Eric said with a smile. “Mr. Ollivander, do you have any very rare, or almost unpopular, wands?”

Eric is indeed having a hard time making a choice.

Unlike magical items, you can only know if a wand is suitable for you by trying it out yourself.

Even with his mental field activated, Eric was unable to identify which wands were special.

For him, every wand was suitable.

If he were to examine each item one by one using a mental stance, even he wouldn't be able to process such a complex amount of information all at once.

Ollivander was almost speechless. If he hadn't just witnessed Eric's talent firsthand, he would have suspected that Eric was sent by his rival, Drigovic, to cause trouble.

“Mr. Clapton, your thinking is very extreme. Let me tell you one last time, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not…” Ollivander said helplessly.

“No, you’re wrong, Mr. Ollivander,” Eric interrupted him, laughing. “In my opinion, it’s actually me choosing the wand.”

what?

Ollivander felt as if a string of reason in his mind had suddenly snapped.

He had never felt so angry. His face flushed, he said to Eric, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Clapton? Let me tell you, even the Mystic wouldn't dare say such a thing!"

Eric didn't argue, but instead picked up a wand from the side and waved it lightly at Ollivander.

The next second, an amazing change occurred.

Ollivander, who was being pointed at by the wand, suddenly rose from the ground and floated into the air.

A psychedelic, colorful smoke emanated from Eric's wand, rapidly swirling around Ollivander and coalescing beneath him, as if lifting him into the air.

A dazzling rainbow emerged from the smoke, circled Ollivander's shoulder, and tied a knot around him, making him appear even more radiant.

Before Ollivander could react, Eric severed the connection with the wand and put it back in its place.

The clouds beneath Ollivander suddenly vanished, causing him to lose his footing in the air and plummet to the ground.

Fortunately, the ceiling height of Ollivander's shop was limited, which prevented Mr. Ollivander from getting injured.

"this……!"

Ollivander sat on the ground, staring in disbelief at everything, when he met Eric's smiling gaze.

“Now you can tell me what kind of wand I just used, Mr. Ollivander.”

Chapter 16 Acacia

Time seemed to stand still.

After Eric tried to wave the unknown wand again, neither old Tom nor Ollivander said a word.