Diagon Alley Shines for You

Ollivander wore a complicated expression. "To be honest, although it was made by the Ollivander Family, it doesn't count as a complete wand."

"My grandfather once mentioned this wand to me. It has a special purpose, but under normal circumstances, it probably wouldn't measure up to an ordinary wand."

Vizet took the case and carefully pulled out the lining.

Resting on the silver-blue velvet was an exquisitely crafted wand.

The wand's handle resembled a single piece of sapphire. Gray Crystal Structure spiraled upward, connecting the wooden shaft to the sapphire handle.

Ollivander continued, "This wand is very special. It doesn't even fit into Wandlore theory. It has no clearly defined shaft or Wand Core."

Vizet felt something indescribable. He felt that the wand before him ought to belong to him.

Perhaps, just as Ollivander had said, from the moment it was made, this wand had been waiting for him to become its companion.

With that thought, Vizet did not hesitate in the slightest and closed his hand around the wand.

Silver-blue light appeared in his mind. The Wizard Combat Guide suddenly unfolded, and countless pages flew through his thoughts as if they were boiling.

At that moment, the wand slowly vanished from his hand, then appeared inside his mind.

The fluttering pages were like a school of fish, circling endlessly around the wand.

At that moment, the wand was like the Sea-Calming Needle, holding everything steady. The Gray Crystal supporting the wand lit up, radiating Silver-Blue Light.

The dim shop brightened. Countless streams of Silver-Blue Light spilled out from every direction and flew toward Vizet's eyes.

Immediately afterward, all of Diagon Alley began to shine for him, radiating Silver-Blue Light!

Ollivander's mouth fell slightly open. He stared wide-eyed at everything before him, at Vizet floating in midair.

Vizet looked ahead, like a deity standing atop the River of History and observing Diagon Alley's rise and fall from ancient times to the present.

He saw Ollivander's ancestor arrive here, put up a shack, and sell the first wand;

He saw Goblins appear here as well. They seemed to foresee that this place was about to prosper, and began building a snow-white building;

He saw more and more shops appear, surrounding Gringotts and Ollivander's Wand Shop and forming the Commercial Street known as Diagon Alley...

He seemed faintly able to glimpse the essence of magic, to see how Wizards had obtained magic in the past, and to glimpse an even more ancient past...

Vizet focused his attention, trying to see these things clearly. Then, an inexplicably intense dizziness suddenly struck, making him feel as though heaven and earth were spinning...

At the end of the Leaky Cauldron, Dumbledore interlaced his fingers and fixed an appraising gaze on the person hidden in the shadows.

"Professor Quirrell, as far as I know... you went to the Albanian Black Forest to build up practical experience in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Did you gain any insights?"

"Of... of course!" Quirrell stammered. "I en... encountered a Vamp... Vampire. They... they were very un... very unfriendly toward me..."

At that moment, a flash of Silver-Blue Light suddenly swept through the Leaky Cauldron, and the patrons opened their bleary eyes.

"What just happened? Did you see that light?"

"Not only did I see it, I believe in the light. Watch... Lumos Solem!"

"Did you drink too much? You're completely muddled. Hic! Tom! Two more dozen bottles of Sherry!"

Dumbledore looked toward the bar. His gaze seemed to pierce through it and see the Small Courtyard, then pierce through the Small Courtyard and see Diagon Alley.

From the Silver-Blue Light, he sensed Ancient Magic Power. He followed the power back to its source. "Ollivander's Wand Shop? Could it be Vizet?"

"There's... there's also an Old Witch... She was terrifying..." Quirrell was still stammering. "Headmaster Dumbledore, what were you saying just now?"

"Nothing." Dumbledore shook his head lightly. "I'm listening. Go on. What did that terrifying Old Witch do?"

"That... that Old Witch raised... raised many snakes... all venom... venomous snakes! She made... made the venomous snakes attack me!"

On the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron, in the room Quirrell had rented.

Voldemort, possessing a Nose-Horned Viper, awoke from his slumber. He sensed a strange power.

He poked his head out from beneath the blanket, swiftly climbed onto the window, and gazed into the distance.

"Such Ancient Magic Power!" he rasped in a harsh, hoarse voice. "This body is too weak. It can only let me sense that the source is here. I must have Quirrell obtain the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible..."

Before he could finish speaking, the snake's body collapsed. Its scales and flesh turned to ash, and a cloud of smoke-like Black Mist emerged from within.

The Black Mist slowly drifted to the corner of the room, where a netted cage full of venomous snakes sat.

The snakes had fallen asleep. The Black Mist lingered in the air for a moment, finally choosing one snake before pouncing upon it...

Vizet awoke on the bench in the shop.

Everything around him had changed.

Countless lines covered the ceiling. They resembled Dried Brushstrokes, showing only the faintest traces of Silver-Blue.

The wands on the shelves were the same, wrapped in glowing lines.

Some were dazzling Red Lines, some were warm Orange Lines, and some were gentle Silver Lines...

"Child, you're awake!" Ollivander appeared before him. "Has the world before your eyes become different?"

A mirror appeared. Reflected in it was a delicate face with a touch of Baby Fat unique to his age.

"What happened to my eyes?" Vizet looked at the mirror and slowly raised his hand toward his eyes.

Those eyes resembled a lake beneath the moonlight. Silver-Blue Light filled his pupils, giving them a uniquely mysterious beauty.

He blinked, and the Silver-Blue Light completely receded. When he blinked again, the Silver-Blue Light once more filled his Eye Sockets, responding entirely to his will.

"The Magic Eye... an extremely rare talent..." Ollivander said in an envious tone. "The talent the Ollivander Family has dreamed of most!"

"The First Generation Ollivander Wandmaker was a Wizard who had mastered the Magic Eye. He observed the magic in this world and summarized the principles and mysteries contained within it."

"He incorporated those principles into Wand-making, making our Wand-making Technique unique and allowing it to be passed down as the foundation of our family."

"There have been many wandmakers throughout history, but when it comes to wandmaking families, there can only be our Ollivander Family!"

"How amazing!" Vizet exclaimed, then sank his consciousness into his mind.

The Wizard Combat Guide turned to a new page, where there was a record of the Magic Eye.

"Elementary Magic Eye: Discover Ancient Magic Power nurtured by time... absorb it to help the Magic Eye grow... perceive Magic Circuits..."

To perceive Magic Circuits meant being able to see the lines wrapped around the wand.

And this was only the ability of the Elementary Magic Eye.

If he continued absorbing Ancient Magic Power, allowing the Magic Eye to grow and evolve to the intermediate or advanced stage... what else would he be able to see?

Vizet tried to control the Obscurus, but unfortunately, the Ancient Magic Power produced by the Obscurus could not be absorbed by the Magic Eye.

Since the path of the Obscurus was blocked, he did not force the matter. His most urgent task was still to obtain a wand.

"Mr. Ollivander, the wand you gave me just now disappeared. What should I do?"