The Intriguing Magic of the East

At once, Ollivander turned his attention to Chu Yao, his moonlike eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Of course, my dear. This way, please."

He gestured for Chu Yao to come to the counter.

Harry paid seven Galleons for his holly wand, but he did not leave right away.

He was curious to see whether this Eastern girl, who spoke so interestingly, would be a "picky" customer like him, needing to try many wands.

Chu Yao, however, did not try them one by one as Harry had.

She stood at the counter without looking at the mountainous stacks of wand boxes and asked a question instead. "Mr. Ollivander, you said earlier that the wand chooses the wizard. Do all wands choose their own masters like that?"

Ollivander seemed very interested in the question and nodded emphatically. "Of course, it has always been so. Every wand is waiting for its destined master."

Hearing this, Chu Yao smiled knowingly, with a touch of Eastern mystery. "I see. In the East, we have an ancient method that can reverse the process and allow a master to quickly find the 'magic artifact' that belongs to them."

Ollivander's curiosity was thoroughly piqued. He leaned forward slightly. "Oh? There's such a method? Then, would this beautiful Eastern lady care to try it?"

The Eastern system of magic?

How exciting!

Chu Yao nodded and closed her eyes.

She did not wave her arms or chant a spell like a wizard, but simply stood there in silence.

The next moment, an invisible pressure, heavy as a mountain, slowly spread out from her!

It was not magic, but the powerful spiritual-sense pressure of a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator!

The air in the shop seemed to freeze in an instant.

Hagrid felt as if a small mountain were pressing down on his chest. He instinctively shifted his enormous body with extreme difficulty to stand in front of Harry, breathing heavily.

To his surprise, however, when the terrible pressure reached Harry, it naturally flowed around him like water around a rock. Aside from feeling a little stifled, Harry felt no great discomfort.

(Hagrid's inner thoughts: Merlin! What's this little girl's background?! This feels even scarier than the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest!)

(Harry's inner thoughts: What's happening? It suddenly feels so heavy... but it doesn't seem to be aimed at me?)

(Ollivander's inner thoughts: Incredible! This is... mental power? So pure and powerful! I've never seen anything like it!)

Chu Yao's spiritual sense swept rapidly through the entire shop like invisible tendrils, sensing the properties and energy fluctuations contained within every wand.

Most of the wands showed no special response to her, until her spiritual sense touched a dusty, ancient-looking wooden chest in the deepest part of the shop...

Her eyes snapped open, and she pointed precisely in that direction. "Mr. Ollivander, my method tells me that the wand belonging to me is in that chest," she said with certainty.

When Ollivander saw where Chu Yao was pointing, the color instantly drained from his face. His moonlike eyes widened more than ever before, and he was profoundly shaken.

Merlin's beard!

She... she actually pointed to that!

That... failed attempt of mine to replicate the Elder Wand!

It was a bold attempt he had made in his youth to replicate the Elder Wand, one of the legendary Deathly Hallows.

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