Hogwarts: What wicked thoughts could a little wizard possibly have?

Chapter 7 Ollivander

Fruit Tea does indeed have cat-like lineage.

Its keen senses, inherited from its bloodline, made it realize something, so for the rest of the time, it kept sniffing around Ron. Its serious cat face and sharp eyes made Ron tremble with fear.

He didn't even dare to protest; he could only silently mourn for Banban.

The miscellaneous shopping was now complete. Molly crossed out another item on the slip of paper in her hand and nodded with satisfaction: "Alright, only Ollivander is left to visit. Ron, Vaughn, darlings, you'll soon have your own wands."

This good news finally brought some comfort to Ron.

The family followed the crowd deeper into Diagon Alley, where Ollivander's Wand Shop is the oldest shop, predating the Leaky Cauldron (founded in 1500) from the time it became the gateway to the wizarding world.

It's hidden deep inside Diagon Alley, in a small, run-down shop. Its peeling paint and dusty windows give no indication of its glorious history; only the signboard hints at its rich heritage.

Ollivander – Crafting fine wands since 328 BC

The Weasleys entered the store, which was small, perhaps because of the large amount of goods. The goods were long, narrow cardboard boxes, and at a glance, there were probably several thousand of them.

They were piled up haphazardly, almost reaching the ceiling.

The shop was very quiet, except for the soft echo of the doorbell when the door was opened, which made the dust and tranquility inside seem as if they held some kind of mysterious magic.

An old man with light-colored, large eyes walked out from behind the shelves. The dim store and shelves made his eyes look like two moons.

"Ah, good afternoon, guests, welcome to Ollivander."

His voice was soft and ethereal, and Vaughn heard Ron beside him swallow hard.

Molly, on the other hand, was already used to it. She had been to the store five times, including when she was in school.

Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George all go to school around the same time, so they can't use the old ones.

She greeted him loudly, "Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander, do you remember me?"

"Of course, of course." Ollivander nodded repeatedly, replying in his ethereal voice, "Molly Prewitt Weasley, you don't need to ask me that every time. I'm not senile yet, so—"

He looked at Vaughn and Ron and said softly, "Are these two new Weasleys?"

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander."

"Ah, the first day of school at Hogwarts is always the happiest day for me. Of course, it's not because I can make money, that's only one of the reasons. More importantly, these wands that I made by hand have finally found their owners."

Ollivander covered his ear with one hand and said mysteriously, "Did you hear that? Some wands are cheering—so, who wants to go first?"

"...Gulp!"

Ron was terrified and hurriedly pulled his mother outside, crying, "Let Vaughn come first, Mom! I need some fresh air!!"

Molly had no choice but to follow him out, leaving Vaughn and the completely indifferent Ollivander behind—who pulled a measuring tape from his pocket: "Mr. Vaughn Weasley, which hand do you use?"

"Right hand."

Ollivander nodded and began taking measurements around Vaughn, saying softly as he spoke:

"Mr. Vaughn Weasley, I've heard of you, potions genius."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Ollivander."

"You don't seem afraid of me?"

Vaughn glanced at him and shook his head, saying, "The first time I brewed a potion, I scared Ron to tears. He thought I was casting some kind of curse on him, but it was just that I had a habit of speaking softly when brewing potions."

Ollivander nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, people who master technology always have some little quirks, as well as ideas and beliefs that outsiders can't understand."

Vaughn raised an eyebrow and said, "So, taking measurements for each customer is your philosophy?"

"Of course, because everyone is unique, and so are wands. I need to know more about each of you in order to choose the most suitable wand."

Vaughn looked up at the thousands of wands before him and said, "I heard you only use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves to make your wands? With such limited materials, how can you guarantee there won't be any duplicates?"

"Oh, a question from a potions genius. I must say, you've got the point right." Ollivander replied happily, "To other young wizards, I could certainly say that every unicorn, phoenix, and dragon is unique, as that's easy for them to understand. But since you asked, I have to be honest, it also relates to the material used for the staff."

He had finished measuring before he finished speaking.

After a moment's thought, he pulled out a cardboard box, took out a wand from inside, and handed it to Vaughn with both hands:

"12 inches, the core is the nerve of a dragon, fir wood, it favors focused, strong-willed, and even domineering wizards."

Vaughn held it in his hand and waved it gently, and a gust of wind suddenly swept through the small shop.

Ollivander immediately snatched back his wand and winked at Vaughn: "See, it likes you, but you're not right for it!"

A short while later, Ollivander pulled out another cardboard box. "10 and a half inches, the core is dragon nerve, elm wood. There are legends that it prefers pure-blood wizards, but in my experience, those are probably just nonsense passed down from pure-blood families. I think it prefers noble wizards with leadership qualities."

This time, as soon as Vaughn waved his wand, countless golden sparks exploded in the air.

But it was taken away by Ollivander.

"It likes you very much too, but you two are not a good match..."

After two tests and his own fully-equipped potion talent for judging materials, Vaughn had a vague idea.

Ollivander's earlier statement that "some wands were cheering" may not have been a hoax; he could indeed feel the joy in those two wands when he tested them.

It was a vague feeling, somewhat hazy, yet undeniably real.

So when Ollivander took out the third wand, Vaughn didn't take it. Instead, he asked, "You mentioned earlier the choice of material for the wand. Can I understand that each wand has a unique personality and preferences, and that these qualities are determined by the material of the wand?"

Ollivander was clearly taken aback, his large, light-colored eyes blinking, before he nodded slightly.

"Very perceptive, Mr. Vaughn Weasley. This is the secret of every wandmaker. The core only determines what kind of magic the wand is suitable for; the wand itself is the key to choosing a wizard!"

Vaughn pondered for a moment. Of course, he couldn't hear the "cheers of the wands" like Ollivander could, but considering Ollivander's words "It likes you very much, but you two are not suitable" on the two occasions just now, and his own time travel experience, he thought about it.

Vaughn felt that perhaps he needed a special wand that would suit him best!

The relationship between wands and wizards is not simply one of choice and being chosen, but rather one of mutual fulfillment.

That's why Ollivander said "not suitable"—because he didn't understand Vaughn and didn't know about Vaughn's time travel experience!

With that thought, Vaughn closed his eyes, released his magic, and activated the Brain Occupation spell that had been running continuously!

The next moment, he sensed something.

I walked up to a shelf with messy piles of paper boxes and pulled one out.

When he opened the box, he could feel the wand practically leaping into his hand.

Chi-

As Vaughn waved his wand, arcs of electricity leaped through the air, splitting and flowing like a swarm of nimble snakes, gliding across the surfaces of countless cardboard boxes.

Ollivander's eyes widened:

"14 inches, the nerves of a dragon, and—elderberry! Proud, extreme, and explosive… It loves those with unique destinies…"