Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 14 14: Pure-blooded Descendant!

Silver light and shadow intertwined for a moment.

Finally, it slowly returned to the wand.

Only a little silver light slowly dissipated among the continuous flashes.

"I never thought it would really wait for its owner. Merlin, I am obviously witnessing the beginning of history. You will definitely have brilliant achievements that are destined to be recorded in history." Ollivander stared at Ian with cloudy eyes, and his hunched body seemed to be even more bent than before.

Like leaning forward slightly.

"Is this the elder wand?"

Ian looked down at the wand, which seemed to be in tune with his mind. He didn't know if this was a feature of the elderberry wand, but he felt his magic power was unusually active and surging.

"Elderwood is the rarest of wand woods, more difficult to control than any other, and few people would choose to make a wand from it, for it only chooses a very special owner."

"Every owner of an elderberry wand will surely attract worldwide attention in the course of history... so you will definitely become an unparalleled figure in the future."

Ollivander looked very happy.

Maybe.

It was the compatibility between Ian and this wand that proved that his attempt back then had not failed. This was a wand that could be used normally and was perfectly compatible with wizards.

"Thank you for your blessing. I also hope to achieve something great when I grow up."

Ian was very pleased with his wand.

Can't put it down.

"This is not a blessing, Mr. Prince, this is the fate revealed by the wand. I wanted to prove myself back then, and I chose unicorn tail hair for the core of this wand."

"Such a combination goes against common sense and is completely contrary to the rules of wand making." Ollivander is very old, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Ian was very passionate.

Full of a kind of vitality that only young people might possess?
Confused Ian really found it difficult to describe Ollivander's state at this time.

"Ok?"

Ian tilted his head.

Ollivander, however, was smiling happily.

"You may not understand now, but the characteristics of this wand will guide you to the future it represents..." Ollivander's practice of the Riddler may be far better than Dumbledore.

"I don't have the ability to reveal the unpredictable future to you, but you will definitely subvert and change a lot of things." Ollivander's eyes returned to the wand in Ian's hand.

"Well, the thing I want to change the most right now is probably the high price of the wand. Considering that it has been gathering dust for so long, could you give me a small discount, sir?"

Ian blinked and began bargaining in a childish voice.

He thought that with Ollivander's praise and amazement, and with his own skilled bargaining skills, he would be able to get a good price.

however.

"Seven Galleons. That's the rule."

A businessman is a businessman.

Ollivander's previous polite attitude disappeared instantly when he talked about the price.

"Can I just give it one less Galleon?"

"If I can really become a big shot in the future, I will definitely make you the president of the Hogwarts Wand Protection Association, so that you can collect an annual wand usage tax from all Hogwarts students."

Ian used the most innocent face to paint the most shameless pie.

"..."

Even the knowledgeable Ollivander was at a loss.

"Seven gold Galleons. This is the Ministry of Magic's rule."

Ollivander reluctantly rejected Ian's capital offer.

"The Ministry of Magic still has such a rule?"

Ian felt that Ollivander must be fooling him.

It's like the so-called guidance of fate.

I can't bear to part with even one gold galleon.

You said I would become an incomparable big shot? "Yes, that's right. In fact, this is already a discount price given to young wizards. If I want to buy a second wand, even if Dumbledore comes, he has to give me 20 gold Galleons."

Ollivander fully demonstrated what it means to value money over people.

"What if Dumbledore promised you that he would allow you to collect wand usage tax every year?" Ian looked up curiously and asked with novel ideas.

"Well..."

did not expect.

Ollivander actually started to think about it with some excitement.

Ok!

understood!

It is true that one’s words are not taken seriously!
This whole thing about fate is bullshit!

Ian curled his lips in disapproval and began to pay his bills. Snape only gave him seven gold Galleons in total, and he couldn't keep even a single copper Knut despite all his efforts.

"I wish you a happy study."

After receiving the money, Ollivander smiled again. He bowed slightly and watched Ian leave his shop.

"Ding Dong~"

Just as Ian opened the door and went out.

A little girl and her parents were just about to push the door.

"Get out of the way, boy."

The old woman with an old face and aristocratic temperament, wearing a tilted hat and a thin veil on her face, stood outside and gave orders to Ian in a condescending tone.

Don't want to cause trouble.

Ian quickly stepped aside.

but.

He also loosened his hand on the door handle.

The old woman could only push the door again and walked in with the little girl with platinum hair beside her. She didn't even look at Ian who was standing next to her.

Instead, the little girl stared at Ian for a long time. It was unclear whether she was dissatisfied with Ian's little action just now. One could not tell what the little girl was thinking just from the surface.

"With the same dead fish face as Professor Snape, this mother and daughter might be a perfect match for the old bat." Ian complained in his heart, his eyes staying on the little girl's delicate face for only a moment.

High nose bridge.

Distinct cheekbones.

Also has slightly thin and very symmetrical lips.

Even among the many handsome Germans, this little girl's appearance was definitely outstanding, but this was not what attracted Ian's attention.

He noticed the little girl's eyes, which had completely different pupil colors, one was blue and the other was white. These were heterochromatic pupils, which were even rarer than her exquisite beauty.

"Pure-blood nobles..."

Ian didn't look at it for long.

After the two of them came in.

He just glanced at it with a little curiosity, then walked forward again, opened the door and walked out.

When the door automatically rebounds.

The sounds inside the house can also be heard very clearly.

"Ms. Rosier, long time no see. I didn't expect you to come to London."

"You also brought a little wizard... Let me see, my God... Merlin, she is... Yes, yes, I can't cause you unnecessary trouble."

"I never thought... that this family actually had a descendant who inherited such an extraordinary talent. I believe she is destined to achieve brilliant success."

Both the tone and the voice are very familiar.

Good guy!
Praise everyone you meet!
Whoever comes is extraordinary and brilliant?

Celia from the wizarding world is definitely confirmed now!
(End of this chapter)