Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 5 Oh my God, you little wizard are a lunatic!
Dylan didn't have much money.

But after all, it was his parents' life savings.

Two thousand Galleons would be enough.

But Dylan didn't plan to exchange all the money.

He needs to keep some capital in hand.

In addition, he spent five hundred pounds to exchange for one hundred Galleons and carried them on his body.

This also caused the goblins to roll their eyes.

As expected, these little wizards from Muggle families are poorer than each other!

"Let's go buy tickets."

Professor McGonagall took Dylan and bought the ticket to Hogwarts.

At the same time, he reminded: "At King's Cross Station, you need to look for the third pillar between platform nine and platform ten."

"Don't be afraid then. Just run into the pillar and you'll reach Platform 9 and 3/4."

Dylan nodded.

Then, he came to the wand shop under the guidance of Professor McGonagall.

Dylan looked up.

Then I saw the sign hanging in front of the store: "Established since 382 BC?"

He glanced up and down at the small and cramped store.

Dylan smacked his lips. "Has this place never been renovated in hundreds of years?"

"Don't worry, the wizard's house can be supported by magic."

Professor McGonagall smiled at Dylan and said, "The Ollivander family's craftsmanship is not only reflected in the production of wands. This house will never collapse."

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open.

Dylan followed in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw an old man with his butt sticking out, picking something from a pile of wands.

Hear the doorbell ring.

Ollivander stood up and turned around to see Professor McGonagall.

"Nine and a half inches, fir wood, dragon heart tendon... Oh, Professor McGonagall, I'm so glad you've brought another little wizard to take care of my business."

Professor McGonagall took Dylan's hand and pulled him towards her.

"Then please choose a wand that suits him."

Professor McGonagall lowered her head and said to Dylan, "I just need to go buy some magic materials. After you choose your wand, you can wait for me at the door."

"Okay, professor." Dylan nodded.

The doorbell rings.

Professor McGonagall left the wand shop.

Ollivander saw a new little wizard standing before him, with a smile on his face: "Child, are you ready to become a real little wizard? I wonder what your dominant hand is..."

"I'm looking forward to it." Dylan raised his arm. "I'm right-handed."

"Oh! Okay, wait a moment." Ollivander walked over to Dylan and measured him with a ruler.

Finally, he picked and chose from a pile of wand boxes and took out one.

"Try this one."

Dylan took the wand and waved his arm habitually.

The next moment, muscle memory almost made him throw an Avatar Bite at Ollivander.

"I go!"

Dylan was startled and quickly suppressed the curse in his heart, then gently swung his arms.

"Crash!"

A gust of wind suddenly broke out, and then messed up the wand box shelf that Ollivander had just sorted out.

A pile of wands and clatters fell down.

But Ollivander seemed to be used to it, and he waved his wand lightly.

"Recover as before!"

The wand box was bound by magic, and then floated back to its original position in mid-air.

"It seems this doesn't suit you."

Ollivander frowned and turned to search the shelves. "What do you think of this one?"

Dylan took it.

"Shh!"

A magical flame spurted out.

"It seems like the magic within you is quite violent."

Ollivander took the wand back and then tried seven or eight more wands on Dylan.

But almost every one of them caused a lot of trouble.

Dylan felt a little nervous.

Could this be the reason why he learned the full-level Unforgivable Curses before even mastering the wand?
Was that why the wands were resisting him?
"Don't worry, kid. I have many wands here, so there's always one that suits you."

Olivan saw that Dylan looked unhappy and tried to comfort him.

But he was missing the point at all.

Dylan could only forcefully curl the corners of his lips and chuckle, "That's really troublesome, sir."

"It's my duty to serve my guests, and you're not the pickiest guest I've ever met." Ollivander chuckled.

He began rummaging for a new wand.

From the first floor to the top floor.

"This one doesn't work, and this one doesn't suit you very well...how about trying this one?"

Ollivander pried a wand from the wall.

Dylan took it and waved it slightly.

"Boom!"

A surge of magical power burst out.

A shockwave suddenly rushed towards Ollivander.

Dylan was startled.

However, Ollivander skillfully used his wand to dissipate the shock wave.

While Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Why is it that a young wizard who hasn't learned spells systematically can unleash power comparable to offensive magic when choosing a wand?"

Dylan took another wand from Ollivander.

Another wave.

This time it actually caused a violent explosion.

Ollivander quickly used emergency measures to quell the explosion.

At this moment, Dylan couldn't help but feel the magical power fluctuating within his body.

"It seems that it is because of a momentary disordered change?"

This change causes flames to appear, shock waves to be generated, and even explosions to be heard.

Why was it that every time he waved his wand, without casting any spell, he could produce such strong and different effects?
Dylan tried each wand one by one.

Until Ollivander noticed something was wrong.

"Wait! What are you doing?"

"Ah? I'm trying to feel the moment when the magic power is released from the wand. Is there any way to control the effect of the output?"

"What did you say? Oh my God! You little wizard are a lunatic!"

Ollivander's eyes widened and his expression became serious.

He even dropped the wand box in his hand, strode up to Dylan, and grabbed the little wizard's hand holding the wand.

"Don't do that again! You are researching the invention of spells, but this is an extremely dangerous thing! And it's not something you should be thinking about right now!"

"The...invention of a spell?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.

He allowed Ollivander to take the wand from his hand.

"Yes, the earliest wizards who studied spells must have gone through this. At that time, my ancestors had not even started making wands."

He seemed frightened, or worried that Dylan would secretly continue to research and invent spells.

Ollivander warned, "Wizards in ancient times believed that magic had its own spirituality, so they would let the magic flow and explore some visible patterns in it, which eventually extended to form spells."

"But if you let the magic power out, it could be fatal!"

(End of this chapter)