Hogwarts' Golden Glory

"Sir, I'm not denying your point of view; I just feel like a magic wand is calling to me!"

Kane noticed Ollivander's displeasure and quickly tried to explain.

Even if he offended the other party, he could still find a way to get the wand, but he wasn't stupid, so why make things worse!

"I'm calling you?"

Ollivander's face, which had been slightly flushed with anger, instantly lost all color, replaced by an expression of utter astonishment. He stared wide-eyed at Kane, as if he had heard something utterly unbelievable. "Are you sure?"

Having worked in the field for many years, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a bizarre thing: a magic wand calling out to a wizard on its own initiative.

This completely overturned his long-held beliefs.

However, in an instant, as if suddenly remembering something, a look of realization flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "It must be that one! It can't be wrong!"

That was the wand left behind by his great-great ...

Ollivander himself had tried countless times to wave it and cast spells, but without exception, they all sank without a trace, producing no magical effect whatsoever.

If it weren't for the ancestral precepts solemnly mentioning that this was a magic wand, he probably would have treated it as an ordinary stick made of strange material and thrown it into a corner long ago.

At this moment, filled with excitement and a touch of trepidation, he put his hands on the ground, bent his knees, and crawled on his stomach, painstakingly searching through the bottom of the mountain of wand boxes.

Because it had not found a suitable wizard for a long time, this wand had long been buried under layers of other boxes, silently gathering dust at the bottom.

Before long, Ollivander retrieved the box from the inside. It looked unremarkable on the outside, except for the thick layer of dust that indicated how long it had been sealed away.

Ollivander carefully blew the dust off the box lid, as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Even with such caution, a considerable amount of dust still drifted out and settled on his already somewhat unkempt and untidy beard, making it look as if it were covered with a layer of grayish-white paint.

"Sir, please try this magic wand."

Ollivander held the box with both hands and solemnly handed it to Kane, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

In fact, the moment Ollivander took the box out, Kane was certain that this was it!

He could clearly sense the wand's overjoyed emotions; its excitement seemed about to burst forth.

At the same time, the surging, unfathomable power of magic, like invisible waves, constantly assaulted his senses.

As Kane took the wand handed to him, magic surged around him, and a white light emanated from his body.

That pure light looked like an angel descending from heaven.

But soon, a black spot appeared near Kane's wand.

"Rumble..."

At this moment, the display cases filled with wands in Ollivander's wand shop began to shake, and as time went on, the shaking became more and more intense.

Even the wands on Lucius and the others seemed to be summoned by some powerful force, trembling and emitting magical fluctuations, as if echoing the vast magical power permeating the air.

"this......"

Ollivander stared in disbelief; his eyes, which had witnessed countless strange sights of wands, were now filled with shock and bewilderment.

As a seasoned expert in the field of wands, he could deeply sense the emotions of the wands around him at that moment—genuine fear!

No, it wasn't just fear. Beneath that deep fear lay a more complex emotion: surrender!

These wands, seemingly possessing sentience, involuntarily bowed down before what Kane held in his hand.

Lucius, witnessing this bizarre scene, felt a sudden tightness in his chest. Driven by his protective instincts, he instinctively tried to rush forward, snatch the wand from Kane's hand, and throw it far away.

"Dad, don't move!" Kane noticed his father's intention and quickly stopped him, his voice steady and firm.

At this moment, the wand in his hand seemed to be alive, continuously pouring magic into his body. The surging torrent of magic was like a vast ocean bursting its banks, pouring out with unimaginable power.

Although Kane is already quite outstanding compared to other wizards of the same age, his magical reserves and control abilities far exceed those of ordinary people.

But faced with this seemingly endless magical impact, he gradually became unable to withstand it. His forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, his jaw clenched, and his face turned slightly pale.

The people in the shop were quite surprised to see this scene. Lucius and his wife were extremely nervous, worried that something might have happened to Kane.

Lucius, in particular, has always regarded Kane as the future heir to Malfoy Manor because of Kane's excellence, believing that Kane will surely lead the Malfoy family to unprecedented prosperity.

If anything happens to Kane, then all his hopes will be dashed.

After all, he knew Draco's capabilities; it would be good if he didn't bankrupt the family after inheriting it.

At this moment, Draco was clearly unaware that his father was talking about him in his mind; instead, he looked at Kane in front of him with excitement.

Compared to the scene where he wields his wand, Kane's display is so much cooler; he truly deserves to be called a born dark wizard!

As if sensing its master's embarrassment and discomfort, the wand stopped its magical output in time, refraining from further troubling Kane.

At this moment, everyone saw that Kane's left half was surrounded by a holy white light, while his right half was enveloped in a mysterious black light. The two intertwined and collided, incongruous yet strangely harmonious, revealing a unique, eerie, and handsome aesthetic.

As the light around Kane gradually faded, the restless wands in the shop slowly calmed down and returned to silence.

Ollivander was the first to recover, clapping his hands excitedly, his wrinkles crinkling with excitement, and exclaimed, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Sir, with the extraordinary talent you've displayed today, your future achievements will surely be unparalleled!"

Seeing Ollivander's high praise, Lucius's tense face gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

His son's outstanding talent filled him with pride, and he believed that Kane would surely carry the future banner of the Malfoy family and lead the family to an unprecedented peak of glory.

After calming his excited emotions and soothing the still slightly trembling wand in his hand, Kane finally settled down and carefully examined the mysterious wand in his hand.

Its surface was smooth and warm, shimmering with a faint glow. It was warm to the touch and felt light and smooth in the hand, without any sense of obstruction. However, the material and texture were completely different from ordinary wands, exuding a unique and indescribable quality.

The feeling he got from having this wand now even made him want to punch Dumbledore and stomp on Voldemort.

Of course, Kane was also aware that the gap between him and these two was too great, but it was still perfectly fine for him to bully the students in the school or even some useless teachers!

"Mr. Ollivander, what material is this wand made of?" Kane looked up and asked with a puzzled expression.

Ollivander shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness and bewilderment on his face: "To be honest, sir, I have no idea what materials were used to make this wand. My ancestor obtained it by chance. If he hadn't been so certain that it was a wand, I probably would have thrown it aside as an ordinary stick long ago. However, there is no doubt that it is an incredibly powerful wand!"

"Okay, so how many Galleons will our wands cost?"

"Sir, that's 14 Galleons in total." Ollivander picked up the wand that Kane had tried earlier, paused briefly, and added, "By the way, consider this wand that you tried earlier a gift from me."

Having said that, he handed the wand back. He had already discovered that the wand had completely submitted to Kane and could no longer find another master. Keeping it in the shop was just taking up space and it would not sell at all.

Since that's the case, why not do Kane a favor and give it to him, which would also be a good opportunity to get closer to the Malfoy family?

Ollivander is a man of great wisdom and understanding. Although he is obsessed with wand making, he is by no means a fool who is ignorant of the ways of the world.

He knew perfectly well that in this magical world, personal connections were just as important. Sometimes, a well-timed gift could bring far greater potential benefits than the small, immediate gains.

Lucius and the others were well aware of the deeper meaning behind Ollivander's actions. However, even if they saw through it but didn't say anything, the Malfoy family was still quite surprised by Ollivander's generous gesture, and their goodwill towards Ollivander and his shop quietly increased.

Ollivander then watched the family leave, muttering to himself.

"It seems the Malfoy family is about to produce someone even the Dark Lord can't compare to!"