Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 13 13: The Destined Choice!

[Olivander's Wand Shop has been manufacturing fine wands since 382 AD.]

Ian stood in the doorway of the shop.

My heart is filled with indescribable excitement.

"If you lose your focus like this while brewing a potion, you'll have to be protected by Merlin alone to avoid being blown up into the sky."

Snape's venomous tongue may only be late, but it will never be absent. Looking at Ian who was lost in his thoughts, Snape mocked him in a unique sarcastic tone.

"Professor, I just thought of something interesting."

Ian responded with a wry smile.

"It seems that Mr. Prince, like those stupid Hufflepuffs, has a brain as big as a troll." Snape sneered and mocked Ian.

immediately.

He then took out seven shining gold Galleons from his purse and threw them to Ian.

"Take your money and go buy your wand. I'll wait for you here." Snape seemed unwilling to go in. He just gave Ian the money and let him buy the wand himself.

Compared to the cost of replacing wands for other wizards, the price of a new wand at Hogwarts is very fixed, and everyone has this number, which has a special meaning in the magical world.

"Won't the professor join me?"

Ian looked at Snape with clear eyes.

“Are you a giant baby?”

Snape glanced at Ian sarcastically.

"All right……"

Ian took the gold Galleons from Snape's hand, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door that represented the start of dreams in both the original book and the fan fiction.

"Ding Dong~"

The door was connected to a crisp copper bell. When Ian pushed the door open, the bell made a sound that could not be ignored, as if reminding the owner of the shop that a customer was visiting.

This is a small shop with a rather crowded and narrow space. The simplicity of its shop is far from its status in the hearts of many Ha scholars.

Tens of thousands of wands were stacked on cheap containers. No one could imagine that this would be the starting point for all wizards. The ordinary and unremarkable store looked very simple.

"Good afternoon, a...special face."

The old voice came from a hunchbacked old man. Although he had a head full of pale, messy and dull hair, his bright eyes were hard to ignore.

"Good morning sir."

Ian greeted the shop owner, this generation's wand maker Ollivander, a little awkwardly, his eyes fixed on the various wands.

"Yes, yes, it's the beginning of a new school year. Little wizard from Hogwarts...are you here by yourself?" Ollivander looked up and down at the thin figure in front of him.

"The professor at Hogwarts brought me here. Is that a problem?"

Ian answered the question honestly.

"Of course it's no problem, I just... just treat it as the confusion of an old man." Ollivander chuckled and glanced out the window.

"I should have realized that he was the only one who would bring you here, um, Birch, Phoenix Tail Feather, I remember it as if it was just yesterday." Ollivander whispered mysteriously.

Is this the case of Snape being "prophesied"?
If Ian remembered correctly, the wand of this Death Eater professor was indeed made of birch wood - he didn't expect that this old charlatan who sold magic wands was really good at it.

"Do you have the power of prophecy?"

Ian relied on his young age and spoke without restraint.

"It's just experience, just a hunch, kid." Ollivander smiled happily, grabbed a tape measure, and began to measure Ian's height and arm span.

"Every magic wand will choose the most suitable owner. This is the most magical feature of the magic wand..." Ollivander was brainwashing Ian while measuring his physical data. At the same time, he did not forget to ask the old question, "Mr. Prince, which hand do you usually use?"

There really is something!
Ian didn't even introduce himself, but Ollivander called out his last name!

"You know my name?"

Ian couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"This is not a question I should answer to you, Mr. Prince. I am only responsible for selling my wands." Ollivander responded with a chuckle.

"Left hand. I am used to using my left hand."

Ian answered Ollivander's initial question somewhat helplessly.

“This is a rare habit.”

Ollivander put away the measuring tape and walked over to the cabinet where the wands were kept.

"Many people think that it is the wizard who chooses the wand, but in fact it is the wand that chooses its master. Maintaining a humble attitude is a virtue that every wizard should possess."

Ollivander began brainwashing Ian as usual.

"Um, will you instill this kind of thought into every young wizard?" Ian felt that the sense of déjà vu that Ollivander gave him at this moment was very strong.

Just like the plot of the original novel.

It also seems like a plot that has been written too much in fan fiction.

"Impolite boy, I'm just teaching you the correct understanding...How can business matters be called indoctrination?" Ollivander looked at Ian indignantly.

immediately.

He picked up a wand from the shelf and handed it to Ian.

"Red sandalwood, the nerves of the fire dragon..."

Almost as soon as he put the wand in Ian's hand, Ollivander suddenly pulled the wand back. Yes, he pulled it back with such force that it was hard to imagine that it came from a man in his seventies or eighties.

"No, no, try this one, birch, 17 inches, from..." This time, Ollivander took the wand back without even finishing the introduction.

"This one's not right either." Ollivander went back to the container and started looking again.

"Ebony, ten inches, dragon's nerve."

"Cedar, twelve inches, ptarmigan head feathers"

"No, no, maybe it should be this piece of fir wood, fifteen inches, the tail feather of a phoenix."

"You are such a picky customer. Then try this special combination: Albizia albizzia, fourteen inches, and Mew's hair."

……

have to say.

The process of choosing a wand was more complicated than Ian had expected.

I don't know if every little wizard will go through such a difficult selection process. Anyway, Ian couldn't help but speak when his hands were numb.

"Sir, perhaps I should try the wand made by your grandfather, or your grandfather's grandfather?" Ian felt a sense of déjà vu about everything that was happening at this moment.

He gave advice based on his years of experience as a bookworm.

however.

"A kid who likes old things?"

Ollivander looked at Ian with confusion.

"Yeah, yes, that's who I am."

Ian tried his best to make his eyes look serious. He really felt that the process of testing various magic wands was too painful. Perhaps this was the only solution for similar situations.

after all.

The protagonists in many fan fictions eventually obtain the wand from Ollivander’s grandfather. Perhaps he also possesses the same characteristics as those predecessors who traveled through time?

"Mr. Prince, unfortunately, each generation of Ollivander only sells wands made by themselves. This is a kind of pride and also a respect for the predecessors."

Ollivander's response shattered Ian's thoughts.

Ian couldn't help but look bitter.

He had no choice but to continue trying out the various wands Ollivander handed over. This was a boring process, as Ollivander thought almost every wand was not suitable for Ian.

Dozens of wands were tested again.

“It’s really rare.”

“I’ve never met such a picky customer.”

"Perhaps... you possess some rare qualities."

Ollivander's expression and Ian's expression are two extremes. The more difficult it is to find a suitable wand, the brighter Ollivander's cloudy eyes become.

"Little wizard who likes ancient objects, perhaps, perhaps you should try that wand." Ollivander seemed to remember something and rushed to his back room in surprise.

After a while.

He came out holding a dusty box in his hands.

"Is this your grandfather's wand?"

Ian couldn't help but ask.

"No, this is my work, a pretentious work from my early years... I read the story in that fairy tale, and then I felt a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat."

"You may not know the legend of the Elder Wand. Actually, this is my attempt to create a work that can rival that legendary wand. It is a naive and ignorant attempt on my part."

Ollivander's eyes and expression were full of nostalgia.

"I have failed many, many times. By the last time, I had become numb to failure. Perhaps, elderberry and the wand core that symbolizes beauty can never match each other?"

"I began to waver in my faith. But perhaps it was Merlin's help that caused me to fail the last time on a rainy day. I thought I would fail as usual."

"In 1980, yes, 1980, on July th... I don't know if that lightning bolt was successful. Over the years, I have not been able to find a wizard suitable for it."

Ollivander looked at Ian with a burning look in his eyes.

"I have a feeling that you are the wizard he's been waiting for." Ollivander actually used inappropriate honorifics, and the look he gave Ian was filled with a kind of slightly excited expectation.

"Give it a try."

Ollivander handed over the wand.

"Um... July 7th... this day..."

Ian took the wand from Ollivander with a strange expression.

Almost at the moment the wand touched his palm.

He only felt as if he had merged into one with the magic wand. No matter how beautiful the words were, it was difficult to describe this feeling. The surging magic power in his body flowed clearly towards the magic wand.

"Whoo~"

Silvery-white threads gushed out from the top of the magic wand, tumbling and floating, like clouds and mist, filling the entire store in the blink of an eye, with countless foggy and illusory scenes constantly fluctuating in it!
A figure was shining.

It also sounded like a wild beast was roaring.

"It actually works! It really works!"

"This is really... really a miracle destined by fate!"

Ollivander's exclamation echoed for a long time in the simple cottage.

With a kind of... devout fanaticism.

(End of this chapter)