HP: Wizards at Hogwarts

Upon hearing Ollivander's words, Elaine immediately became interested.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'd also like to know, who are you talking about?"

Dumbledore walked in with his nose crooked—his nose was naturally a little crooked.

Dumbledore had obviously overheard Elvin and Ollivander's conversation, so he asked the same question as Elvin.

However, his tone was completely different from Elaine's.

If Elaine's voice was one of curiosity, then Dumbledore's voice sounded more like a warning.

Ollivander quickly cut off the previous topic and looked towards the door with a smile.

"Welcome, Professor Dumbledore!"

"Are you bringing a new little wizard to buy a wand today?"

Hey hey hey!!

That was such an abrupt change of topic!

Ollivander didn't want to continue the previous topic, and Eleven didn't insist.

However, even though the topic didn't continue, he had already guessed a little bit about it.

Many years ago, a handsome blond guy with heterochromia stole a wand from Ollivanders and later became the most dangerous dark wizard in Europe.

This old man with the cane is probably suffering from PTSD.

As for that person's identity...

If Dumbledore hadn't suddenly barged in and acted so strangely, Elaine might not have been able to remember.

"Mr. Ollivander, how did you know I was a newly enrolled wizard?"

Ollivander looked at Elaine with a smug expression: "I remember every customer who has bought a wand from me, and what kind of wand they bought."

"That amazing?"

"Otherwise, why do you think my shop has been able to operate for a thousand years and still stand strong?"

"Uh...isn't it about monopolies and unscrupulous methods?"

This topic has run out of steam.

"Well then, let me choose a wand for you now, sir..."

"Elevin Yakut!"

"Mr. Yakut, it's a pleasure to serve you."

Although the Ollivander store was small, it was filled with long, narrow boxes, stacked on top of each other, from the top to the bottom of the cabinets, from the front to the back of the window, piled up like a mountain.

However, Elaine didn't even glance at the boxes, and slammed his hand on the counter.

"Let's skip the pleasantries and just summon your grandfather's wand!"

Ollivander was taken aback: "What, Grandfather's wand?"

Elivin blinked and said matter-of-factly, "It's that wand that your grandfather, or maybe your great-grandfather, or great-great-grandfather, made when he was young after traveling to a mysterious ancient Eastern country to collect materials. No one has been able to use it until now!"

Ollivander looked embarrassed, with a hint of confusion and doubt: "I don't know where you heard this from, but I can tell you it's a rumor! This store doesn't sell anything like that..."

"Really not?"

"Really, no!"

Are you sure?

"Absolutely certain!"

Click!

Elaine now held a pistol in his hand: "Think again, could it be that you've forgotten?"

Ollivander: "!!"

"Absolutely not... I remember every single wand in this shop!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Elaine finally gave up: "Fine, then you can do it your way."

Ollivander wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then pulled out a soft measuring tape: "Please extend your dominant hand, Mr. Yakut, so I can measure your arm length and hand length."

Elaine put away his pistol and generously extended his right hand, allowing him to take the measurement.

"Manager Ollivander, may I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"You're choosing a wand based on my current physical data, but won't it become less effective when I grow up in a couple of years?"

"Mr. Yakut, you don't need to worry about this at all!"

"I take these factors into account when I'm choosing a wand for a wizard."

"This is the main reason why this store has been able to stand the test of time for thousands of years, not what you just said about 'monopoly' or 'heartlessness'."

"There's one more thing!"

"As the maker of these wands, I feel it's necessary for me to remind you."

As Ollivander took the measurements, he said earnestly, "The wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around!"

After taking the measurements, Ollivander began selecting a wand for Elaine.

"Try this one, 12 inches, dogwood, giant beard."

There's no need to even try it; Elaine knew it wouldn't suit him just by hearing the ingredients.

"Hey, who do you think you are?"

"Can I really use a wand of this caliber?"

Sure enough, as soon as the wand was in hand, the wand boxes around it began to shake wildly.

Elaine quickly shoved the wand back, looking smugly at Ollivander: "See? Obviously not this one!"

However, Ollivander was focused entirely on choosing a wand and paid no attention to Elaine's words.

"Your magic is very powerful; perhaps I need to find you a wand that is powerful enough."

Ollivander walked back to the pile of boxes and soon took out another box: "Try this one, 15 inches, hornbeam, unicorn hair."

"This one sounds interesting."

Elaine nodded to himself, picked up the wand, and tried it again.

*Slap, slap, slap!*

The windows of the entire shop shook, and a glass case not far away shattered at the same time, with shards flying out and almost hitting Dumbledore, who was watching the show from behind.

Ollivander quickly retrieved his wand.

"No, no, no, it seems that won't work."

"13 and 1/8 inches, holly, Thestral tail hair?"

"14-inch, ebony, dragon heartstring?"

"..."

Over the next few hours, Elaine tried one wand after another.

With nothing else to do, Dumbledore went out to buy some snacks and went to the restroom. When he returned, Ollivander still hadn't chosen a suitable wand.

However, neither Dumbledore nor Ollivander showed any signs of impatience.

Perhaps for them, watching the young wizards try out wand after wand is a very interesting thing in itself.

at last……

"That's her!"

"Fourteen and a half inches, acacia wood, dragon heartstrings!"

The moment it touched the wand, it briefly emitted a golden light, forming a brilliant firework in the air.

Elaine tried waving his hand and felt a warm current flow through his body, as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

"Perfect!"

"What a perfect match!"

Ollivander shouted excitedly, as if he had spent an entire afternoon working on a math problem and finally solved it perfectly.

"This wand is special, Mr. Yakut."

"It took us so long to figure it out, of course it's special!"

That's not what I meant!

Ollivander gently patted Elaine's shoulder and said earnestly, "Acacia wood represents rarity and specialness, and Dragonheart proves your strength. Only those wizards with extraordinary strength who are destined to achieve great things in the future can be worthy of it."

"Please make sure you use her properly!"