Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Possibly Have?

"I'm terribly sorry!"

He had originally intended to help Black choose a wand first.

Then attend to the little girl.

But he hadn't expected Black to be so difficult.

He had blown up more than eighty of his wands in a row.

The little fellow had nearly shattered his faith in the craft.

He had finally managed to muster up some enthusiasm again.

Naturally, he had completely forgotten about the unnoticed girl waiting behind them.

He hurried out from behind the counter.

And went over to Cassandra.

Then said with utmost sincerity,

"I owe you an apology."

"What happened just now was truly unexpected."

"So..."

"Ahem, how about this? I'll pick out a wand for you right now."

"And this wand will be a gift from me. I won't charge you for it."

They had been delayed there for quite a while.

Yet the little girl had waited silently the entire time.

She had waited so long.

And he had even forgotten all about her.

That was indeed rather impolite.

It did not align with the Ollivander family's principles of doing business.

Therefore, he decided to give her a wand as an apology.

After all, more than eighty wands had already exploded today.

One more would not make much difference.

"No! I don't need it!"

"I have money!"

Cassandra said stubbornly.

"Uh... all right."

Cassandra's refusal of his offer surprised Ollivander somewhat.

But since she did not need it,

then so be it.

"Then... please come over here."

"I'll choose a wand for you."

Ollivander turned and walked toward the counter.

"No... Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander turned back in surprise.

Looking at Cassandra,

he did not quite understand what she wanted to do.

"I... I want a custom-made wand too!"

"A wand that suits me perfectly."

After saying that, Cassandra

glanced at Black.

Black sensed the hostility in Cassandra's gaze.

Heh, this little girl was quite interesting.

I didn't even offend you.

Why are you so hostile toward me?

Tsk tsk.

Hermione really was cuter.

Although she had been hit pretty hard by him too,

she not only bore him no hostility,

but even sent him some candy from time to time.

Still, when he thought of Cassandra's personality,

Black understood.

She was a proud, competitive little girl.

The sort who thought: if you don't have it, I must have it.

And if you have it, I must have it too.

And mine had to be better.

After all, perhaps from the day she was born until now,

the setbacks she had suffered

had not added up to what she had experienced in this single day.

After hearing Cassandra's request,

Ollivander glanced at Black in surprise.

But he assumed that the little girl had heard

that he was going to custom-make a wand for Black,

so she wanted a custom-made wand too.

After all, custom-made wands were indeed much easier to use.

And wizards often came to him to commission wands.

"Of course, our shop also provides custom wand-making services."

"However, the price may be somewhat higher."

Ollivander said.

"It's fine. I told you, I have money."

Cassandra took a money pouch from her pocket.

The pleasant clinking of Galleons came from inside it.

"Tsk... she really is a little rich girl!"

But Black merely remarked on it.

He was not particularly interested in money,

after all.

Because he was not short on money in the first place.

Even when he had been at the Orphanage,

he had been quite wealthy.

Not to mention that he had now been adopted by Dumbledore.

He was even less short on money now.

Dumbledore had been a headmaster for so many years.

And had published many books and papers.

Leaving aside the salary he had saved over the years,

the royalties from his research papers and published books alone

would let him retire immediately without worrying about food or clothing.

Therefore,

as a member of the Dumbledore family,

how could Black possibly lack money?

"Oh... that won't be necessary."

Ollivander waved his hand as he spoke.

"Since that is the case, you should come over as well."

"I'll take your measurements first."

"Then I can begin making a wand suited to you tonight."

The moment he saw that money pouch,

he knew this little girl must be a young lady from a pure-blood family.

So he agreed readily.

Most pure-blood families were filthy rich.

Of course... the poor ones were shockingly poor as well...

Clearly, Cassandra belonged to the filthy rich group.

There was no reason not to make this money.

"Come on, register here."

"Then we'll begin the measurements."

"Oh, Albus, you should go buy the other things first."

"It's getting late."

Ollivander reminded them.

Only then did Black realize that it was nearly half past four in the afternoon.

Many shops in Diagon Alley closed in the evening.

So they truly had to hurry.

Ignoring Cassandra's hostile glare,

Black left the Wand Shop.

Then he and Dumbledore began going from store to store to buy the things he needed.

Other than the Wand Shop,

the place Black looked forward to most

was naturally the bookstore!

Surely nothing unexpected would happen at the bookstore today, right?!

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