What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Possibly Have?

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Who was that boy beside him?"

"Professor Dumbledore actually brought him to Diagon Alley himself to buy school supplies."

Her curiosity was instantly hooked.

Black looked around the interior of the renowned Wand Shop.

The shop floor was very small.

Because aside from a bench in the corner.

There was nothing else.

And behind the tall counter.

Thousands upon thousands of long, narrow boxes containing wands.

Were stacked from the floor to the ceiling.

A thin layer of dust lay everywhere.

Black rather suspected.

That Ollivander deliberately did not clean away the dust.

To make his shop seem more steeped in history...

"Oh... Professor Dumbledore! What a rare visitor!"

"I remember your old wand was made by my grandfather."

"That was a fine wand."

"But I suppose you no longer use it now, do you?"

Ollivander was a slightly gaunt old man.

His messy hair revealed his unkempt nature.

And his silvery-white eyes were even more unforgettable.

"Good afternoon, Garrick."

"I came here to buy this child a wand of his own."

Dumbledore smiled as he extended a hand.

And gently pushed Black, who had been standing behind him, forward.

"He is the grandson of an old friend of mine."

"Black Green."

Dumbledore had not asked Black to change his surname to Dumbledore.

Perhaps because he did not know how to explain to others.

Why the Dumbledore family had suddenly gained a descendant.

As for the surname Grindelwald, it was even less usable.

So, he could only tacitly accept the surname Black used in public—Green.

And planned to tell everyone.

That Black was the grandson of an old friend...

Only.

Appearances could not deceive people in the end.

Especially old fellows like Ollivander, who had seen countless people.

Ollivander's eyes darted back and forth between Dumbledore's face and Black's.

"That old friend you mentioned... isn't yourself, is it?"

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Can you guess who this girl is?

Ollivander: Please, Stop Trying Them! Why Don't You Go Wreak Havoc Somewhere Else?!

Nothing was more frightening than the air suddenly falling silent.

After Ollivander blurted it out.

He somewhat regretted it.

If someone concealed something.

They naturally had their reasons for concealing it.

Fortunately.

The awkward atmosphere did not last long.

"Jingle, jingle!"

The bell from the doorway.

Broke the awkward silence.

"Ahem... Miss, please wait a moment."

"I need to pick out a wand for Mr. Green, who arrived first."

Ollivander called out to the little girl in the green dress.

Then gave Dumbledore an apologetic glance.

Dumbledore nodded lightly.

Indicating that he did not mind.

Black had naturally noticed the little girl who had just entered.

And immediately recognized who she was.

Though he did not know why she had appeared early in an era where she was not supposed to exist.

But...

What did that matter?

Black only knew one thing!

Look! A new Treasure Chest lackey had appeared!

Although Black's inner monologue was quite dramatic.

In reality, he merely gave her a brief glance before looking away.

Mr. Ollivander turned to Black with a smile.

"Which hand does Mr. Green usually use?"

Black really wanted to say that he could use both hands equally well.

But in order to get the wand best suited to him.

He honestly answered Ollivander's question.

"My right hand."

"Very good..." Ollivander took out a small notebook and wrote something in it.

Then a tape measure on the counter flew up by itself.

And began measuring Black's dimensions...

Including the length of his arm.

The length of his forearm.

His height.

The circumference of his head.

Even the distance between his nostrils.

After busying himself for quite a while.

Ollivander finally put away his notebook.

And began walking toward the wand shelves behind him.

Clearly.

The data measured earlier was very important.

It could help Ollivander narrow down a reasonable range among thousands of wands.

That might suit Black.

"This one..."

"Ah... perhaps this one."

"You should try this one too."

"Oh! Of course, how could I forget you?"

As though he could hear the wands talking.

Ollivander soon returned carrying a pile of boxes.

He laboriously stacked them on the counter.

Then rubbed his palms together.

And looked eagerly at Black before him.

Whenever a young wizard came to buy a wand.

He always especially looked forward to this moment.

Whenever a wand found a master suited to it.

He felt a peculiar thrill like that of an old father.

"Hmm, your compatibility seems to suit many kinds of wands."

"Then... try this one!"

Ollivander casually picked a box from the pile.

Then opened the lid.

He gently lifted out the wand inside.

Then turned it around.

And offered the handle to Black.

"Yellow Hornbeam, Unicorn hair core, twelve and a quarter inches, very flexible."

Black wiped his hands.

Then excitedly gripped the wand.

In fact.

This was the first time he had ever held a wand.

Last time, he had been very regretful.

That he had not borrowed Hermione's wand to try it out.