Chapter 7: Ollivander
Guo Guo Cha indeed has Kneazle blood.
The keen senses, originating from its bloodline, allowed it to detect something, so for the rest of the time, it sniffed around Ron. Its serious cat face and sharp eyes scared Ron so much his legs went wobbly.
He didn’t even dare to protest, only silently mourning for Scabbers.
The miscellaneous shopping came to an end. Molly crossed off another item on the note in her hand and nodded with satisfaction, “Alright, only Ollivanders left. Ron, Vaughn, my dears, you’ll soon have your own wands.”
This good news finally brought Ron some comfort.
The family followed the crowd deeper into Diagon Alley. Ollivanders Wand Shop was the oldest shop here, predating the Leaky Cauldron becoming the gateway to the Wizarding World by a long time （ The Leaky Cauldron was founded in 1500 ）.
It was hidden in the deepest part of Diagon Alley, inside a small, dilapidated shop. Its peeling paint and dusty shop window gave no hint of its glorious history; only the sign hinted at its legacy:
【 Ollivander – Makers of Fine Wands since 328 BC 】
The Weasley family walked into the shop. The shop was small, perhaps also because there were too many goods. They were long, narrow paper boxes, and at a rough glance, there must have been thousands of them.
They were stacked haphazardly, almost to the ceiling.
The shop was very quiet. Only the gentle echo of the doorbell when the door was pushed open broke the silence, making the dust and tranquility within seem to conceal some mysterious magic.
An old man with light-colored, large eyes emerged from behind a shelf. The dim shop and shelves made his eyes look like two moons.
“Ah, good afternoon, customers, welcome to Ollivanders.”
His voice was soft and ethereal. Vaughn heard Ron beside him swallow hard.
Molly, however, was used to it. She had entered this shop five times before, including when she was a student.
Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George’s school start dates were almost consecutive, but they couldn’t use old ones.
She asked loudly, “Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander, do you remember me?”
“Of course, of course,” Ollivander nodded repeatedly, answering in his ethereal voice, “Molly Prewett Weasley, you don’t need to ask me that every time. I haven’t gone senile yet, so—”
He looked at Vaughn and Ron and said softly, “Are these two new Weasleys starting at Hogwarts?”
“Yes, Mr. Ollivander.”
“Ah, every Hogwarts start is my happiest day, not just because of the money, that’s only one reason. More importantly, these wands, which I made with my own hands, have finally found their masters.”
Ollivander cupped a hand to his ear and said mysteriously, “Do you hear that? Some wands are cheering—so, who will go first?”
“…Gulp!”
Ron was terrified by him and hurriedly tugged his mother towards the exit, “Let Vaughn go first, Mom, I need some air!!”
Molly could only follow them out, leaving Vaughn and a completely unconcerned Ollivander—he took a measuring tape from his pocket, “Mr. Vaughn Weasley, which hand do you use?”
“Right.”
Ollivander nodded and began to measure around Vaughn, speaking softly:
“Mr. Vaughn Weasley, I’ve heard of you, a Potions Prodigy.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Ollivander.”
“You don’t seem afraid of me?”
Vaughn glanced at him and shook his head, “The first time I brewed potions, I even made Ron cry. He thought I was casting some Curse on him, but I was just used to speaking softly when brewing potions.”
Ollivander nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes, those who master a craft always have small quirks and concepts and Persistence that outsiders cannot understand.”
Vaughn raised an eyebrow, “So measuring everyone’s body is your concept?”
“Of course, because everyone is unique, and so are wands. I need to understand more about you 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 Feather, and Dragon Nerve to make wands? With such limited Materials, how do you ensure there are no duplicates?”
“Oh, a question from a Potions Prodigy. I must say, you’ve hit the nail on the head,” Ollivander replied happily. “To other Young Wizards, I can certainly say that every Unicorn, Phoenix, and Dragon is unique because that’s easy for them to understand. But since you asked, I must tell you the truth. This also relates to the selection of Wand wood.”
As he spoke, he had finished measuring.
After a moment of thought, he took out a paper box, removed the wand inside, and handed it to Vaughn with both hands:
“12 inches, Wand core of Dragon Nerve, Fir wood. It favors focused, strong-willed, and even assertive Wizards.”
Vaughn held it in his hand and waved it gently. A strong wind immediately swept through the small shop.
Ollivander quickly snatched the wand back and winked at Vaughn, “See, it likes you, but you’re not suitable for it!”
Soon, Ollivander took out another paper box. “10 and a half inches, Wand core of Dragon Nerve, Elm wood. There’s a legend that it favors Pure-blood Wizards, but in my Experience, those are probably baseless tales spread by Pure-blood families. I believe it favors Wizards who are noble and have leadership qualities.”
This time, as soon as Vaughn waved the wand, countless golden sparks exploded in the air.
But it was also snatched away by Ollivander.
“It likes you too, but you’re not suitable for each other…”
After two tests, and his own full Potions talent assessing the Materials, Vaughn already had a vague idea.
Ollivander’s earlier words, “Some wands are cheering,” might not have been him putting on an act. When he tested those two wands, Vaughn could indeed feel their joy.
It was a very vague feeling, somewhat hazy, yet undeniably real.
So, when Ollivander took out the third wand, Vaughn didn’t take it but asked, “You mentioned the selection of Wand wood earlier. Can I understand this to mean that each wand has a unique personality and Preference, and this trait is determined by the Wand wood?”
Ollivander clearly froze for a moment, his light-colored eyes flickering. After a moment, he gently nodded.
“Very perceptive, Mr. Vaughn Weasley. This is the secret of every wandmaker. The Wand core only determines what Magic the wand is suitable for; the Wand wood is the key to the wand choosing the Wizard!”
Vaughn pondered. Of course, he couldn’t hear the “wands cheering” like Ollivander could. But recalling the previous two instances where Ollivander said “it likes you, but you’re not suitable for each other,” and thinking about his own transmigration experience.
Vaughn felt that perhaps only a special wand would suit him!
The relationship between a wand and a Wizard is not simply choosing and being chosen, but mutual achievement.
That’s why Ollivander said “not suitable,” because he didn’t understand Vaughn, he didn’t know about Vaughn’s transmigration experience!
With this thought, Vaughn closed his eyes, released his Magic Power, and the Legilimency that had been constantly running!
The next moment, he felt something.
He walked to a messily stacked shelf and took out a paper box.
When he opened the box, he could feel the wand almost desperately wanting to leap into his hand.
*Chh—*
As Vaughn waved the wand, leaping arcs of electricity stretched through the air. They resembled agile snake swarms, splitting and flowing, gliding across the surfaces of countless paper boxes.
Ollivander’s eyes widened:
“14 inches, Dragon Nerve, and… Elderwood! Arrogant, extreme, and explosive… it favors those with a unique Destiny…”
