A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"But I didn't look at it. Some data is more reliable if you measure it yourself." Ollivander said, taking a silver measuring tape from his pocket. "What do you think?"

“I think Uncle is right.” Aaron’s eye twitched, and he wisely raised his right arm. Then, remembering something, he raised his left arm as well. “Why don’t you measure this too?”

Ollivander frowned. "Aren't you right-handed?"

"It's good to have an extra left hand just in case! What if my right hand gets injured?" Aaron said with a simple smile. "Of course, it would be even better if you could prepare two, no, four wands for me, so that I'd have a spare if something goes wrong with the wands."

"Hmm?" Ollivander looked at him with surprise, as if he were getting to know his grand-nephew again.

After a long pause, he looked up at Genes and asked with a hint of reproach, "Is this how you usually teach this child? How insecure must one be to say something like that!"

Genes shook his head with a wry smile. "You know that the young master is precocious. Besides, do you think children born into the Gaius family would lack a sense of security?"

This is his own idea and has nothing to do with us.

Aaron smiled. "Uncle, I was just joking. We all know how much you value wands. It is indeed a bit of an exaggeration for a wizard to have four wands."

"Then why did you joke with me with your wand?" Ollivander glared at Aaron.

“But I still want two wands.” Aaron chuckled. “I promise I’ll take good care of them, but I won’t be helpless if something happens to them.”

Ollivander shook his head, somewhat amused and exasperated. "Alright, wait here."

I'll go get you a wand that might be suitable.

"Alright! Thank you for your hard work, Uncle." Aaron said happily, then sat down in the chair at the desk, acting as if he were one of the guests.

A few minutes later, Ollivander placed several boxes on the desk.

"You know my principles, and even if you are my grand-nephew, you cannot break them. You should understand that!"

“Of course, the wand chooses the wizard!” Aaron said, something he had known since his first visit to the shop.

"That's good. I was really worried you'd throw a tantrum and just take whichever wand looks nice!" Ollivander said sarcastically, then opened the first box. "Try this one first. It's made of fir wood, and the core is a unicorn feather. Give it a try."

Aaron excitedly took the wand and waved it gently. A flash of white light appeared on the wand, and he felt a warm current flowing through his body.

It feels natural and runs smoothly.

That's right, this wand is perfect for me.

“Not bad.” Ollivander nodded, put it back in the box, and then opened another box. “Try this one, made of acacia wood, with a phoenix tail feather core.”

Aaron repeated the action he had just performed, his expression turning somewhat strange. This time, a silver light flashed at the tip of his wand, and he felt a slight chill on his fingertips.

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he uses this wand exceptionally smoothly.

Ollivander noticed this as well, and his brow furrowed slightly. He nervously put the second wand into the box and then opened the third box.

But as soon as Ollivander opened it, he closed the box again, as if he had made a decision, and took out his wand. "Little Aaron, try this."

Aaron swallowed hard, feeling that his great-uncle was acting strangely today, as if he was tempting a child to make a mistake.

“Sir, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?” Genes asked, frowning.

“What do you know?” Ollivander curled his lip, then rolled his eyes. “Take out your wand and let him try it too.”

“I refuse,” Genes said firmly.

"Hmph!" Ollivander said nothing, but stared intently at his grand-nephew. "Hurry up and try it! Don't keep me waiting."

"How could I refuse such a great-uncle?"

“No.” Ollivander shoved the wand into Aaron’s hand. “Hurry up, I can’t wait.”

Aaron reluctantly complied, and a red light appeared at the tip of the wand, its dazzling brilliance dancing on the wall.

"What is this?" Genes stared at the scene in astonishment, his expression constantly changing, somewhat incredulous.

"Hahaha!" Ollivander let out a hearty laugh, looking at Aaron with some excitement. "The Ollivander family's principles haven't changed for over a hundred years, but today we may have to make an exception."

It seems every wand chooses you, even others', meaning you can use any wand at will, and I suspect the Elder Wand is no exception.

Aaron listened in a daze, and suddenly felt as if he had been chosen by the world.

"Uncle, does that mean I can choose any wand in your shop?"

"of course."

"Great! Pick me two wands, one high-end and classy, ​​the other understated yet luxurious and sophisticated. Most importantly, they must be beautiful and elegant, and absolutely cannot lower my image."

Ollivander: ......

Genes: ......

Chapter 11: Mention My Name and You'll Get a Discount

Aaron walked out of Ollivander's wand shop with a smug look on his face.

He received two wands from his great-uncle as he wished: one pure white, made of grapevine wood and unicorn feathers, and one pure black, made of yew wood and dragon nerves.

“Uncle Genes, this is what you call exceptional talent. Now you believe I can reach the level of a Grandmaster before graduation, right?” Aaron said proudly.

"Well... forgive me for speaking frankly, but the magical world has never lacked talented wizards."

This only proves that you're ahead of some people, but the road ahead is often fraught with uncertainty.

"Tch, what a spoilsport! Can't you say something nice to cheer me up?"

“No, honest advice is often hard to hear,” Genes said with a faint smile. “Next, you should go buy a uniform.”

"We can just go and pick it up. I gave your size to Mrs. Malkin two weeks ago, so I'm sure she's already prepared it for you."

Aaron patted Abe's little head. "Uncle Genes, although I don't want to ask this, have you prepared Abe's clothes?"

"It?" Genes looked at the baby dragon in Aaron's arms, silently thinking of the little guy's wardrobe, and his cheeks twitched involuntarily. "It doesn't need to be!"

The master and mistress were quite fond of it, and prepared more than twenty sets of clothes for it, five or six sets for each season throughout the year.

Honestly, you probably wouldn't have as many clothes as this if you went to school.

Besides, Mrs. Malkin wouldn't make clothes for her pets, would she?

"Is that so?"

Abe nodded vigorously. Twenty sets were already more than enough; any more and its small body simply couldn't handle them all.

“Alright then! Let’s go get the clothes first,” Aaron said.

Two minutes later, the two entered Madam Malkin's robe shop.

As soon as we entered, a plump woman dressed in a purple robe laughed, "I thought you weren't coming!"

"No way! Hogwarts might not even let me in without a uniform."

“I didn’t expect our little boss to be of school age,” Madam Malkin said with a smile. Then she had a witch fetch Aaron’s clothes: three plain black work robes, a plain black pointed hat for daytime wear, a pair of protective gloves, and a winter cloak.

"I've already attached your name tag to your clothes."

"Would you like to try it first?"

"No need for that. I have complete faith in the craftsmanship of your shop." Aaron smiled and took the large pile of clothes from his hands, then casually handed them to the butler beside him.

Just then, a little girl dressed in a black magic robe walked out from the back of the shop. She had thick brown hair and exuded confidence, like a proud white swan.

"This little girl is also a new student at Hogwarts. Shall I introduce you to her?" Madam Malkin teased.

“This…” Aaron raised an eyebrow, just about to greet his future classmate, when he noticed that she walked straight over.

However, he didn't come to find him; instead, he picked up Abe from the ground and exclaimed, "So cute!"

Aaron was instantly stunned. Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Three big question marks floated over Aaron's head. It didn't make sense! How could a young master like him be overshadowed by a pet?

"Um... I have something to do, so I'll be going now." Mrs. Malkin looked slightly embarrassed, a blush creeping onto her plump face.

Genes couldn't help but cover his mouth, clearly struggling to suppress his laughter.

"Ahem!" Aaron looked at the girl and put on a serious face. "Although I admire your taste, picking up the owner's pet without permission seems a bit impolite!"

The girl paused for a moment, her ears turning red, and said awkwardly, "Sorry, I thought this kitten was homeless."

Aaron was both amused and exasperated. "If you ever have that thought again, please check if it's wearing any clothes first. Abe has absolutely nothing to do with stray cats!"

"So its name is Abbe!"

"That's not important. What's important is whether you can give it back to me first."

The girl looked at the 'kitten' in her arms and felt a pang of reluctance.

"Fine, if you want to hug me, then hug me a little longer!" Aaron said helplessly. After all, she was a future classmate, and the person being hugged didn't object at all; on the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying it.

"You're going to Hogwarts too, right?"

“Yes, school starts in three days,” the girl said excitedly, then extended her right hand to the rather handsome little boy in front of her. “Let’s get to know each other, my name is Hermione Granger.”

“Aaron Gaius.” Aaron shook hands, then suddenly seemed to remember something, his eyes widening slightly. “What did you say your name was?”

"Hermione Granger, is there a problem?"

"No, of course, no problem," Aaron laughed. He hadn't expected to see the female lead before the start of the semester and wasn't prepared at all.

"Did you come to Diagon Alley alone?"

"No, my parents are here too, I'm waiting for them here."

They're quite curious about this place and are still wandering around!

“I see.” Aaron nodded. In his memory, Hermione was born into a Muggle family, and it was only natural that her parents were curious about the magical world they had never known before.

"Have you bought all the necessities for school?"

"We've bought everything else, but we're still missing a wand," Hermione said expectantly.

Aaron was very familiar with that look in his eyes; he had felt just as excited when he stood in front of his uncle's shop earlier, but now, thinking back on it, he felt a little embarrassed.

After all, this air of being someone who has never seen the world shouldn't be the behavior of a pampered young master like him.

"When you go to buy a wand, mention my name, and the shopkeeper should be able to give you a discount."

"Really?" Hermione asked, somewhat surprised.

“Of course it’s true,” Aaron said confidently. Although he didn’t know if his uncle would sell it at cost price, he could at least get a discount for his uncle’s sake.

Not only at Ollivander, but also at other stores, given Aaron's three years of experience running the business in Diagon Alley.