The Magic Eye and Wand-making

"It's all right. Perhaps it can become a key—a key that unlocks the Magic Eye." Ollivander's tone grew gentler, like an elder comforting a junior.

"Let's start choosing a Wand again. Perhaps this time... you'll make an unexpected discovery. What color Wand do you like? Do you have any requirements for the Wand Core?"

Vizet asked in confusion, "Didn't you say before... that Wizards and Wands choose each other? Can I make requests now?"

"Hmm..." Ollivander hummed. "That's certainly how it normally works, but you possess the Magic Eye! Tell me what kind of style you like!"

Vizet recalled the pile of Wands he had just tried. "Elder wood, Dragon Heartstring, thirteen inches... It would be best if it were somewhat rigid."

"You remembered all that!" Ollivander smiled brilliantly, like a sunflower facing the sun. "To bear the power of an Obscurus, it indeed requires an extraordinary Wand configuration!"

He knew the locations of every Wand in the shop as well as the back of his hand.

With a mere wave of his Wand, a wooden box flew out from the deepest part of the shelf and landed in Vizet's hands.

Inside the wooden box lay a Black Wand. It had no excessive carvings, and its straight, sharp shape was as cold and austere as a military bayonet.

With the help of the Magic Eye, he sensed the exquisite craftsmanship contained within the Wand. Its overall Magic Circuit was extremely smooth.

The only flaw was at the tip of the Wand, where the Magic Circuit was somewhat bloated, like a tangled ball of Thread.

Vizet picked up the Wand. Its handle was rounded overall, with a textured surface that fit his grip perfectly.

The Ancient Magic Power was stirred and swiftly spread through the body of the Wand.

The power gathered at the tip of the Wand and merged into the bloated Magic Circuit.

Vizet felt as if he were playing a game of cat's cradle, needing to straighten out the Magic Circuit and make the Wand's overall Magic Circuit flow more freely.

No one knew how long it took, but he finally smoothed out the Magic Circuit. Swirling patterns appeared along the Wand, which began to grow faintly warm at the same time.

Vizet instinctively released his grip. The Wand floated in midair, behaving completely contrary to its previous state, and let out a pleasant hum.

He could sense that this Wand was calling to him, a stark contrast to its earlier silence.

It was not only this Wand. The Wands throughout the shop all began to hum, issuing the same call.

"Absolutely marvelous! It's become even more perfect!" Ollivander revealed a satisfied smile. "Do you understand now? The Wand chooses the Wizard."

"You possess the Magic Eye. You can make a Wand even better. No Wand can refuse that!"

"In a sense, these Wands are quite interesting!" Vizet laughed.

He recalled a saying from his previous life: Today you ignore me; tomorrow you won't be worthy of reaching me.

"Vizet! I hope that after you graduate, you can learn how to make Wands from me." Ollivander's voice was full of anticipation.

"And don't worry about your payment. I'll pay you according to an Auror's salary. I absolutely won't let you suffer a loss!"

"Can I really do it?" Vizet asked instinctively. "This should be a very profound field of study, and there are also your family's secrets."

"You possess the Magic Eye! That's the most important thing!" Ollivander hurriedly said. "Perhaps you can take some time to consider it. Just give me your answer before you graduate!"

"You can study it first. I'll give you this first!" As if worried that Vizet might refuse, he quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Not long afterward, he reappeared in the shop, now holding a notebook with a Scaly Notebook cover.

"Hungarian Horntail Dragonhide. After special treatment, it stays exceptionally warm even when you're taking notes in winter."

Vizet felt the warmth of the Dragonhide Notebook. It was like holding a small hand warmer, and it felt wonderful.

"Vizet, the notebook contains the basics of Wand-making, along with some of my own insights and experiences. I'm giving it to you. Flip through it whenever you remember."

"This counts as a family secret, doesn't it? It's far too valuable! I can't keep it." Only then did Vizet realize the value of the notebook.

He had met Ollivander only once, yet the man was treating him with such complete trust. Vizet was instead somewhat uncomfortable and instinctively chose to refuse.

Ollivander persuaded him, "Why don't you look through it first and see whether you're interested?"

Since Ollivander had put it that way, Vizet did not refuse. He opened the notebook and flipped through it page by page.

The notebook contained an enormous amount of knowledge about Wand-making, enough to be recorded in his mind.

After confirming that the contents in his mind matched the notebook without error, he put the notebook away. "Mr. Ollivander, I've finished reading it. I've benefited tremendously."

Ollivander's gaze dimmed. "You don't need to comfort me. It seems you're not interested in Wand-making."

Vizet explained, "It's like this... I read books rather quickly. Although I can't understand their meaning, I've remembered all the contents."

"Really?" Ollivander became somewhat spirited again. "What do you think of using Hawthorn wood for the body of a Wand?"

Vizet browsed through the notebook in his mind. "If Hawthorn wood is used for the body, the Wand will become strange and self-contradictory."

"It's a relatively uncommon material, but I believe that whatever exists has a reason. Since it can be used as a material for a Wand's body, it should be possible to find a suitable owner for it."

"Excellent! Excellent!" Ollivander's eyes lit up again. "What about Sycamore for the body..."

When it came to questions related to the notebook, Vizet could answer fluently as long as he was simply repeating its contents. Ollivander was full of praise for him.

"Vizet, the world that belongs to you is boundlessly vast! I must admit, if you became a Wand-maker, it would truly be beneath your abilities."

The sky had already darkened, and the setting sun coated Diagon Alley in a vivid orange hue.

When observing the buildings of Diagon Alley with the Magic Eye, they appeared like Stained Glass.

By carefully observing the lines holding the buildings together, one could even see nearly dried-up Silver-Blue Magic.

"Only by consuming the Ancient Magic of Diagon Alley was I able to successfully awaken the Magic Eye? If I want the Magic Eye to continue growing, the road ahead will be long and arduous, but as long as I keep walking, I'll eventually arrive!"

Vizet stood outside the Wand shop, playing with the Wand in his hand. He liked its design very much.

Not only that, but this Wand held great significance for him. It meant that he had already set foot on the path of a Wizard.

Ollivander had told him that the price of a Wand was Seven Galleons, a discount for New Students.

Any Wands purchased later would have varying prices depending on their materials.

For Vizet, however, none of that was something he needed to consider.

If he ever needed to replace his Wand, he could come to the shop at any time and trade in his old one for a new one.

For Ollivander, a Wand improved by Vizet likewise held research value.

After playing with the Wand for a while longer, Vizet carefully pulled open his pocket and slowly placed it inside.

He looked around, unable to keep the doubt from rising in his heart—where had Hagrid gone?

The two had separated in the morning, yet now the sun was setting and Hagrid still had not returned.

After their brief time together, Vizet felt that leaving without saying goodbye was not Hagrid's nature.

"Could something have happened?"

He went to the apothecary and found the Potioneer he had met that morning.

"You mean Hagrid?" The Potioneer furrowed his brow in thought. "I think I saw him head that way..."

"Why don't you go take a look? Oh, right! Remember to look around at the street entrance. Whatever you do, don't enter Knockturn Alley!"