Could a Sword Cultivator Use a Wand Like This?

Inside the shop, the moment Hagrid heard Chu Yao say she was waiting for "Snape," his enormous body jolted. An expression of disgust mixed with a trace of fear appeared on his face.

He immediately grabbed Harry, who was still gazing absentmindedly toward the door, and said hurriedly, "Come on, Harry! We need to get you the rest of your things!"

Harry was reluctant to leave this special, pretty new friend he had just met, but Hagrid dragged him away. As he went, he looked back toward the door and called, "S-see you at school! Chu Yao!"

Chu Yao stood at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron's backyard, playing with the unusual Elder Wand in her hand. Sensing the strange aura inside it that faintly resonated with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, she curved her lips in interest.

Elder Wood, Thestral tail hair, Dragon Heartstring...

That sounded like a combination made for stirring up trouble!

Nice. It suited her perfectly!

Not long after Harry had been half-dragged out of the Ollivander Wand Shop by Hagrid, while Chu Yao waited at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, playing with her new wand, a tawny owl flew silently out of the wand shop's back door. A sealed letter clutched in its beak, it headed straight for Hogwarts in the Scottish Highlands.

It flew deftly through a castle window and landed on the large desk in the Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore, who was sampling a new flavor of Sherbet Lemon, looked up, a glimmer of understanding flashing through the blue eyes behind his Half-moon Spectacles.

He gently removed the letter from the owl's leg, fed it a small piece of biscuit, and then unfolded the parchment.

The opening account of how Harry Potter had finally found his destined wand—holly, Phoenix Feather, eleven inches—was entirely within Dumbledore's expectations. He even smiled gently, with a hint of nostalgia and complexity.

Fawkes gave a soft cry from his perch beside him.

However, when his gaze reached the second half of the letter, describing how the Eastern exchange student Chu Yao had chosen her wand, the relaxed expression on his face gradually faded, replaced by deep thought.

In the letter, Ollivander described in detail Chu Yao's peculiar and powerful "Eastern method," the frightening invisible pressure, and how she had pointed unerringly at the long-forgotten imitation Elder Wand.

Ollivander used the strongest words he could think of to describe how well they matched—"a perfect match"—and mentioned that the wand, which had been almost useless in his hands, had emitted a steady magical glow in Chu Yao's.

"A perfect match..."

Dumbledore repeated the words softly. He set the letter on the desk and leaned back in his chair, his long fingers absently stroking the true Elder Wand lying close at hand.

The Headmaster's Office was silent, save for the faint sounds of the portraits of past headmasters on the walls pretending to snore and the occasional rustle of Fawkes preening his feathers.

Silver instruments slowly revolved, sending up wisps of smoke.

Elder Wood, Thestral tail hair... and Dragon Heartstring added for balance.

Could a sword cultivator use a wand like this?

The wand's composition was full of death, ill omen, and powerful forces.

It yearned for a wizard who could understand, or even control, such power... or perhaps a cultivator?

He recalled his conversations with his old friend Chu Kuangren and what he knew of Eastern sword cultivators.

They sought to become one with their swords, to hone and elevate themselves. Their power came from within and from heaven and earth, pure and keen, almost wholly incompatible with the death and hidden laws represented by Elder Wood and Thestral tail hair.

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