Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

“Mr. Bashat, I must say from the bottom of my heart that the environment on the second floor is absolutely fantastic and would be perfect for hosting all kinds of book club meetings.”

"Since you place more emphasis on the influence of the bookstore, having the staff take the initiative to provide services will undoubtedly improve the overall evaluation of the bookstore."

"Even if they don't buy books, they'll still order a cup of black tea and a dessert. Combined with the staff's service and the elegant environment, the bookstore's overall style is elevated."

“Absolutely fantastic!” Bashat exclaimed with a bright smile. “Actually, this bookstore is my family business, and I want to take it a step further and give it some of my own personal touch.”

"Unfortunately, I haven't found a better way, and I've been stuck in the same place. But today, from your words, I've found a completely new path..."

"The idea of ​​having staff provide excellent customer service and making customers realize that Flourish and Blotts is a special place is brilliant and I have benefited greatly from it!"

Vizet waved his hand repeatedly, "I'm glad I could help you. After all, I've been reading here all morning."

He was actually just a conveyor of ideas; this model was quite common in bookstores in his previous life.

Bashat still thanked him, not only covering all his future textbook expenses but also reserving a private seat for him permanently on the second floor.

Whenever Wizette comes to Flourish and Blotts to read, tea and desserts are all provided free of charge.

Bashat led Vizette to a small, shabby shop. "Vizette, this is the Ollivander Wand Shop. Remember to come visit the bookstore often."

“If there’s a chance…” Vizet nodded repeatedly, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

Watching Wizette walk into the store, Bashat did not return to Flourish and Blotts, but instead turned into the nearby Florin Ice Cream Shop.

He walked briskly to the deepest part, where an elderly man with silver hair sat.

Dumbledore was eating candy, with a pile of lemon-flavored Olaf in front of him. "Clothart, you're here! What's your impression of Vizet?"

“A very bright child!” Bashat sat down with a radiant smile. “If it weren’t for those reports, I would never have seen any trace of the silent person in him.”

"He possessed a maturity far beyond his years, both in his thinking and his character. Merlin's beard! You probably can't imagine, but I actually drew inspiration from him!"

"He gave me a brilliant idea that would allow me to leave my mark in family history... Maybe Bathilda will even remember it and write it into 'The History of Magic'!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Dumbledore asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Could you tell me more about it?"

Chapter 11 The Misfit Wand

Five minutes later, after listening to Bagshot's story, Dumbledore smiled faintly and said, "What a good boy!"

Bagshot asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore, is Wizette really an Obscurial? I can't sense it from her speech or behavior."

"This child has a kind of affability. To be honest... even without your instructions, I probably wouldn't have been wary of him. It's really amazing."

“That depends on whether you believe it or not.” Dumbledore took a sip of his tea. “Vizet is indeed an Obscurial, I have seen it with my own eyes.”

"The situation was urgent, and the Ministry of Magic arrived before me. He was able to escape the Obscurus without my help."

"He actually recovered through his own willpower. He's only the age of a freshman, right?" Bashat said in disbelief.

"This morning, I thought you were worried that he wasn't stable enough, so you asked me to keep an eye on him and find opportunities to chat with him..."

“I can’t believe you misunderstood…” Dumbledore shook his head gently. “I just saw Vizet lingering in the bookstore for a long time and I was worried that because he rarely interacts with people, he was afraid to ask to buy a book.”

"That's why I'm asking you to help take care of him. If he needs anything, please do your best to help... You've really helped me a lot this time, and I'll remember it."

“No, no, no! Headmaster Dumbledore, you’re joking!” Bagshot waved his hands repeatedly. “I’m the one who has benefited the most; I should be thanking you.”

“If we keep being so modest, perhaps we can consider what to eat for dinner.” Dumbledore glanced at the time. “I have an interview this afternoon, and I need to go back to the Leaky Cauldron later.”

“Okay, I should go back to the bookstore now.” Bashat had already stood up. “I’ll take my leave.”

Watching Bagshot's light-footed figure disappear into the distance, Dumbledore was slightly lost in thought. "Ariana... at least this time I won't repeat the mistake I made back then..."

……

For modern wizards, the wand is an essential item, relevant to every aspect of their lives.

As one of the oldest buildings in Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop is truly unassuming.

The shop's storefront was small and dilapidated, and the gold lettering on the door was worn and faded, with faint bas-relief text visible—Olivendine: Crafting fine wands since 382 BC.

The glass display case was gray and gloomy, with an old magic wand lying on a faded purple cushion.

Wizette pushed open the door and entered the store. It was quiet, with only a narrow aisle leading to the interior.

This place is less of a shop and more of a wand storehouse.

The aisle was lined with shelves, each containing a wooden box, piled up from the floor to the ceiling like bricks.

The shop is also quite small, with a patina-covered bench in the corner.

Ring ring ring…

The melodious sound of wind chimes echoed in the shop, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Vizet like the wind.

Ollivander was an elderly man with silver hair and no beard, whose very light silver-white eyes were striking.

In the dimly lit shop, those eyes seemed like two bright moons, radiating light.

Ollivander's voice was gentle. "Good afternoon. Since the secrecy law came into effect, the Obscurials have become rare. You are a special guest... Vizet, it's a pleasure to serve you."

His tone revealed a hint of joy, "It's unprecedented for an Obscurial to have the opportunity to touch a wand... Which hand do you usually use?"

"Right hand."

"Okay, please raise your arm and relax a bit. I'm just taking your measurements."

As they were talking, a tape measure popped out of Ollivander's jacket pocket.

The measuring tape rested on Vizette's shoulder, slowly rolling towards her fingertips, then from her wrist to her elbow, shoulder to the ground, and finally circling around her forehead.

The store seemed to come alive at that moment, and Ollivander moved between the shelves, waving his hand and three wooden boxes popping into his arms.

“Here, the wood, the core, the length... everything is different... every wand is unique.”

"Of course, you can always find a wand that suits you here. Try this one, made of acacia wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches long, and very durable."

This is a magic wand that looks like amber all over, with carvings that follow the wood grain, giving it a sense of composure.

Vizette grasped the wand in her hand, but before she could even grip it tightly, Ollivander snatched it away.

“Something doesn’t feel right… Try this one, blackthorn, snake nerve, 12 and a half inches, very elastic.”

Almost perfectly replicating the previous action, before Vizet could even grip the wand tightly, Ollivander had already snatched it away.

"Try this one, holly wood, phoenix feather, thirteen and three-quarters inches, just the right firmness."

“Cedar wood, unicorn tail hair, ten and three-fifths inches, no!”

Ollivander chattered on as he moved back and forth across the shelves, displaying a sensitivity beyond his years.

Vizette took one wand after another, and then those wands were taken away again...

Wands and wand boxes were scattered on the ground and gradually piled up.

"And this one? Ebony, Fire Dragon Heartstring, nine inches..."

"Elderberry, snake nerves, eleven inches..."

I hate you.

"Laurel wood, phoenix feathers..."

As time went by, the wand boxes piled up higher and higher, like a small mountain.

Ollivander, beaming with excitement, finally stopped, muttering to himself, "I never expected this! I tried almost every kind, how could this happen?"

Faced with this situation, if it weren't for the shield magic she had used earlier, Vizette would probably have doubted whether she possessed any magical talent.

“Vizet, I need more information.” Ollivander rubbed his hands together, somewhat impatiently saying, “Would you be willing to tell me about your past experiences?”

"Try not to recall bad things. Pick some happy, interesting things to tell me... preferably things that happened before you met Dumbledore."

Vizette voiced her doubts, "Mr. Ollivander, is something wrong? Why isn't there a wand that suits me?"

“It’s very common for wizards to be picky about wands,” Ollivander said with a smile. “Wands choose wizards, and wizards choose wands.”

“Completing a pairing sometimes requires a lot of effort. Let’s get back to the source… Tell me about your past experiences!”

"What happened before I met Dumbledore..." Vizet frowned and began to recall the past.

"Yes! Anything that interests you is fine."

"In that wizard's house, there is a book that records magic. It looks very old, and I am very interested in it."

"A book that records ancient magic?" Ollivander looked thoughtful. "I have an idea. Wait here for me for a moment."

He drew his wand and waved it at the wand on the ground. The wand returned to its box smoothly and then flew back to its original position.

Not long after, he emerged from the shadows deep within the shop, holding a silver-blue box in his hands.

Vizette stared intently at the cyclone symbol on the box; he recognized the symbol all too well.

The same symbol appears in The Wizarding Guide to Combat.

Chapter 12 Diagon Alley Shines for You

Ollivander's expression was complicated. "To be honest, although it was made by the Ollivander family, it's not exactly a complete wand."

“My grandfather once told me that this wand has a special purpose and is probably not as good as an ordinary wand under normal circumstances.”

Vizette took the box and carefully pulled out the lining.