Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

It sounds nice to say that the wand chooses the wizard, but what happens when it does?

After Draco's wand was defeated by Harry, it immediately changed its allegiance and chose to submit to Harry.

The wand chooses a wizard, and once the wizard is defeated, the wand submits to another.

Then I'll let you pick a ghost.

While not every wand is like this, given that wands themselves can be disloyal, why should a wizard be chosen by the wand?

Ollivander's wand-making skills were undeniable, but Witt didn't quite agree with his philosophy.

Otherwise, Victor wouldn't have refused when Ollivander offered to give him a new wand.

A wand that has been tamed and obeys its every whim is obviously more convenient than a newly chosen wand.

That was originally what Witt thought.

But now Witte feels that Ollivander's theory seems to have some merit.

The wand he had just randomly chosen suddenly could no longer withstand his ever-increasing magical power, and cracks began to appear on its shaft.

If we keep using it, it might break down at any time.

Witt wanted to ask Ollivander for help. If it was a minor problem, he would ask Ollivander to fix it; if it was a major problem, he would replace the wand.

A year later, Witte returned to Ollivander's little shop.

Ring ring.

The doorbell rang, and Ollivander peeked out from behind the towering cabinet of wands.

“It’s you, Witt.”

Ollivander strode over, his eyes fixed on the wand in Witt's hand.

"As I suspected, your wand was bound to break down sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I thought you wouldn't come for another four years."

Ollivander acted as if he had expected it.

Witt asked curiously, "Sir, what's wrong with this wand? It's perfectly obedient, but small cracks keep appearing on its shaft for no apparent reason."

"You have tamed this wand, and it will regard you as its sovereign and dare not disobey you in any way. Even if your commands will damage it, it will faithfully carry out your orders."

Ollivander took the wand from Witt and said softly, "A soft cypress wand, paired with the heartstrings of a dragon, represents nobility and courage."

"A wonderful coincidence."

"If your magic were weaker, this wand would be the best match for you."

"Wands also have their limits. An occasional burst of power in battle may not be a problem, but this wand will do its best to cooperate with you every time you use magic."

"That's why you find it so convenient, but for the wand itself, this behavior is undoubtedly harmful. Unfortunately, your magic is exceptionally powerful."

"Even with the most meticulous maintenance, this wand will be unusable in ten years at most. If your magic continues to grow, it will take even less time."

Ollivander suggested softly, "Would you like to buy a new wand? I've made you a brand new one; perhaps it will suit you."

Chapter 81 Purplewood Wand, Not Even a Dog Would Want It

"Change it?"

"Ok."

Witt put away the wand he had been holding and asked in a low voice, "Do you need to take measurements?"

"unnecessary."

Ollivander walked slowly to the back, took out a white box from it, and introduced it to Witt.

"Grape wood with the mane of a unicorn, eleven and four-four-three inches long, hard in texture."

"It might be right for you."

Ollivander handed the wand to Witte.

Nothing happened; the wand in Witt's hands was like a piece of wood.

"Swing it!"

Witt tried waving his wand, and an invisible blade sliced ​​the table next to Ollivander in two.

"No, not this one."

Ollivander snatched the wand from Witt's hand, placed it on the table beside him, and began searching the wand box next to it.

One, two, three.

No matter what I try, it doesn't work.

Ollivander's expression changed from initial joy to increasingly seriousness.

When there were so many wands next to Witt that they could hardly fit, Ollivander approached Witt with an unprecedentedly serious expression.

He said hesitantly, "Perhaps this wand would suit you."

"A yew wand adorned with phoenix feathers, twelve and a half inches long, and of hard texture."

Witt stared at Ollivander, inwardly wanting to curse.

Is this wand even worthy of his attention? You old geezer, are you trying to make things difficult for me?

Let alone buying it, he wouldn't even touch that wand, let alone touching Victor.

What if this piece of junk decides to belong to someone on the spot?

Even though Ollivander had determined that the wand was suitable for him, there was still room for maneuver before a final verification.

"I think the wizard should choose the wand."

Witt reached out and took the first grapevine wand, not even glancing at the yew wand in Ollivander's hand.

"I'll take this one. How much?"

"Sixteen Galleons."

Ollivander, unusually, did not refute Witte's words. Although Witte had just violated the principles he had upheld throughout his life, he still hoped that Witte's choice was right.

Witt pulled sixteen Galleons from his pocket, threw them on the table, picked up his wand, and left without looking back.

What a rotten place! I'm never coming to this lousy shop again.

Watching Victor leave, Ollivander sighed silently, hoping that Victor's future would be like the wand he had chosen.

The owners chosen by grapevines often possess extraordinary foresight, lofty ideals, and abilities beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

In the magical world, the Qilin represents purity and supremacy.

This wand was crafted by Ollivander at Dumbledore's request, and the mane of the unicorn was also sent by Dumbledore.

After Witte refused to change his wand, Ollivander told Dumbledore about his concerns regarding Witte's wand.

Shortly thereafter, Dumbledore sent someone with a hair from a unicorn's mane.

A flawless gem.

He hoped that Ollivander could use this rare material to forge a wand suitable for Witt.

Everything is fine, the only problem is that the wand doesn't seem to like Witt very much.

Not only Ollivander, but Witt also felt that his new wand was not very obedient and not easy to use.

But it's alright.

Witt said, "I have plenty of strength and means."

While pondering, Witt changed the Serpent Demon Card on his body several times, finally getting the Phoenix Albus.

The wand suddenly felt easy to use.

Then Witt switched back to the Serpent Demon card, and the wand instinctively began to resist Witt.

Immediately afterwards, Witt switched to Albus again.

After this happened hundreds of times, even the magic wand got confused.

After all, although these two magical powers are different in nature, they both come from Witt and are of the same origin.

Gradually, the wand stopped resisting Werther.

After casually casting a few spells, Witt felt that this wand was even more comfortable to use than his previous wand, which was simply obedient and loyal.

This magic wand is not only obedient, but it also knows how to read his mind and can make perfect arrangements in advance.

The wand itself is also extremely powerful.

"I told you it was a wizard choosing a wand," Witt thought smugly. "This wand was practically dead a moment ago, but now it's obeying me."

What yew wood wand? Even a dog would shake its head at that.

Ollivander has the nerve to bring this out.

After making a few more sarcastic remarks about Ollivander, Witte went to the ice cream shop to meet up with Draco and his mother, and then returned to the Malfoy family castle.

Two days later.

Witt called out to Lucius, who was hurrying out, and asked, "How is the situation in Azkaban?"

"We have no clue yet." Lucius said, somewhat frightened, avoiding looking at Witt.

This matter was more complicated than he had imagined. Against the backdrop of the Ministry of Magic's crackdown on dark magic items, he, a former Death Eater, wanted to visit Azkaban.

What do you mean.

His friends immediately turned hostile upon hearing this.

The conversation simply couldn't continue.

Witte was unaware of Lucius's difficulties; after waiting for so long, Lucius dismissed him with a simple "I have no clue," which greatly displeased Witte.

“I need specific questions,” Witt said coldly, “not some meaningless platitudes.”

"Or is it that you've been focusing all your energy on getting Draco transferred to another school?"

"Master, absolutely not."

Lucius said in a panic, "I've been trying to get you through to Azkaban, but it's really difficult."