Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

After thinking for a moment, Puni decided to change the topic.

"Uncle, do you know those two people?"

Regulus was still wondering what to do about his son.

We can't just condemn them all at once, can we?

Hearing his nephew's words, he paused: "Of course, if we're talking about which family in the wizarding world has such a distinctive red head of hair, it has to be the Weasleys."

"They should all be attending Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, you'll see them again when school starts."

Regulus chuckled. "But I guess you won't be in the same house as them. There aren't many Gryffindors in my family."

"My uncle is..." Puni started to say, but then swallowed the words back, though it seemed too late.

Regulus's expression turned cold: "That stupid and weak idiot has actually locked himself in prison. He's hopeless."

He glanced down at Penny: "I'm not surprised at all that someone like that became a Gryffindor, but I think you, Penny, would never want to live in that school full of recklessness."

Puni blinked and chuckled.

Actually, Regulus's current relationship with Sirius...

Well, how should I put it...

They are brothers, after all.

"Sigh, although we saved my uncle and some of his views have changed, his mindset from childhood to adulthood still can't be completely changed."

Although Regulus was a gentle man to Puni.

But this doesn't mean his other aspects have disappeared; they've just become much more composed and hidden away.

"Let's go, it's time to buy you a magic wand that's your own."

Regulus led Puni to Ollivander's wand shop.

Puni looked up.

That's pretty shabby.

The faded dark brown wooden door was mottled and peeling, the copper door was surrounded by dark green rust, and the window was shrouded in a layer of gray mist.

Even the gold lettering of "Olivander" above the door is missing a corner, hanging there crookedly, exuding a sense of desolation from a long time ago.

"Olivendell has been making fine wands since 382 BC."

Puni nodded. "It seems the craftsmanship is indeed quite good."

Regulus smiled and nodded: "There's only one wand-making shop in all of Britain, and it's a very established one. I bought my wand here."

He led Puni through the door.

"The wand you used before belonged to your mother, and it's not suitable for you. Now you can choose a wand that is entirely yours."

Puni nodded slightly: "Indeed, Mother's wand is never very handy."

—If he hadn't baptized Bella's wand with holy light every day, the wand would probably have exploded every day.

"jingle"

Pushing open the creaking old wooden door, the copper bell hanging above the door immediately emitted a series of crisp sounds.

The store wasn't as cramped as I'd expected, and the air was filled with the smell of old wood and dried sawdust.

It's somber, yet possesses a unique quality.

There wasn't even a single extra light in the shop; only a few slivers of light shone through the tall windows overhead, which were covered in a thin layer of dust, making the entire shop somewhat dim.

"You should know—a wand chooses its master."

Regulus walked straight to the chair and sat down, gesturing for Puni to walk alone to the counter on the inside.

"From the wood, core, and length of a wand, one can glimpse the spells the wielder excels in and the magical potential they possess. These are the wizard's most core assets, and should not be easily revealed to others."

Puni walked naturally to the counter: "Hey, good afternoon, is anyone here?"

"Oh, good afternoon, young sir." Suddenly, a ladder appeared from the shelf inside.

Puni looked up.

An elderly man, so thin he was almost unrecognizable, was slowly climbing down a walnut ladder.

He was clearly very old; his silver-white hair lay haphazardly on his wrinkled forehead, with a few strands falling beside his eyelids, yet unable to conceal his eyes.

Those were deep, grey-blue eyes with narrow, elongated pupils. The owner of those eyes stared intently at Puni, unmoving.

"Lesterrange? Oh, another outstanding young wizard is about to emerge from the family. That's wonderful."

Those eyes lingered on his family crest.

Puni was certain that the old man hadn't finished speaking.

He probably meant to describe a declining and desolate family.

However, Puni didn't have anything to say about this.

He doesn't see his family as some kind of honor.

"Thank you, but I need a wand. Could you please help me find one?"

"Absolutely no problem, it's an honor to serve you."

Ollivander walked up to Puni and then pulled out a measuring tape from somewhere.

"Which hand is your dominant hand?"

"I use both of them frequently."

"Then use your right hand. Please raise your arm upwards, yes, like this."

The measuring tape jumped off Ollivander's hand and onto Puni's arm, where it began to take measurements little by little.

"Soon, I'll go check which wands suit you first." Ollivander turned and walked away.

"Mr. Lestrange, only a few trees can be considered wood for making wands, just as only a few humans can use magic. I must tell you, Ollivander's wands are all unique."

"Of course, sir, every wand is different, just like twins have different names." Puni nodded.

Ollivander paused, then laughed heartily: "A very interesting metaphor."

He pulled out a box and held it in front of Puni: "Here, try this one, thirteen and a quarter inches, made of yew wood and Thestral tail feathers."

Puni took it from his hand and then casually waved it around.

Nothing happened.

"Huh? Strange magic." Ollivander touched his silver hair. "This is the first time I've ever seen a young wizard use a wand and it doesn't work."

Puni glanced at the wand in his hand: "I can feel that it's not receiving my magic."

"This wand once belonged to a great wizard; it seems it's not suitable for you." Ollivander put the wand back in its box.

Puni glanced at the other person.

To use someone else's wand for yourself?

Still want to sell secondhand goods?

Actually, everyone was fooled by Ollivander.

He's a cunning old businessman.

"And this one? Ten inches, alder wood, dragon heartstring, hard yet flexible."

Puni waved his hand, and a burst of holy light erupted forth.

"this......"

Ollivander was stung by the sudden flashbang and tears streamed down his face. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his eyes, and put his wand away.

"Amazing and pure magic, it's truly incredible."

"Come, take a look at this one. It's from an African snake tree. That kind of tree is very hard to find. I only made this one. It was custom-made for someone else. It's nine inches long and has an iron core."