The Power to Control Life and Death

"Aha~ Long time no see, Albus…" The old man with silver hair and silver eyes appeared from who-knows-where, staring at the two people before him, ready to say something.

"He's the star today." Dumbledore directly interrupted Ollivander's next words. He knew very well what his wand was like, and there was no need to repeat it. He reached out and gently pushed Tom's back, "Don't be nervous~ Just extend your dominant hand…"

Walking forward steadily, Tom really wanted to say he wasn't nervous at all. He smiled, preparing to greet the old man before him. His gaze met those silver-white eyes, and his body stiffened. The feeling of being seen through everything made him uncomfortable.

"Good day, Mr. Ollivander…" Lowering his eyes to the measuring tape, Tom perfectly portrayed the appearance of an introverted and shy child. He hated that scrutinizing gaze, as if he had already been labeled a bad kid even though he hadn't done anything wrong.

Ollivander continued to stare at the young boy before him. He glanced at the person sitting on the bench, then turned silently towards a shelf. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out a long purple box and took out a white wand from it.

Tom's attention was instantly captured by the uniquely shaped wand. It had a straight shaft, and the end of the handle resembled an eagle's beak, with a curved hook. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming that this wand belonged to him.

Only he could wield this wand.

"Yew… grants the wielder the power to control life and death… Phoenix feather, very picky, very… You must know that phoenixes themselves are difficult creatures to control, and the core of this wand comes from Albus's pet, Fawkes…" Ollivander said, giving Dumbledore a meaningful look before turning the wand and handing it to the waiting boy. "13.5 inches long… a very rare combination. You will achieve things others cannot…"

Tom took the wand, called a rare combination, and seemed lost in his own world. He reached out and continuously stroked the shaft. Without anyone else's reminder, a bright light burst from the tip of the wand as he waved it gently. The corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably. This feeling was too wonderful; he couldn't describe it at all.

He twisted his wrist, hooking the end of the wand with his little finger. Tom was very satisfied with his wand; it fit perfectly, as if it were a part of his own body.

"It seems you've reached an understanding with it…" Ollivander watched the boy's movements and gently clapped his hands. "Very strong talent, very strong… You will definitely become a powerful wizard in the future… definitely…"

Tom smiled confidently, thanked him softly, and put away his wand. He stood beside the serious-faced Professor Dumbledore. He didn't understand why the professor's gaze had changed again. He lowered his head to hide the disappointment in his eyes and reached out to stroke his wand, his agitated emotions instantly dissipating.

Yes, no one would like him, right? He didn't need anyone to like him either… He was very grateful to Professor Dumbledore and admired him greatly, but he wouldn't like this professor.

Even if it made him feel a little uncomfortable, it was better than losing the professor he liked one day.

As long as he had never possessed it, he wouldn't have to experience that heart-wrenching, oppressive pain again.

He believed Mr. Ollivander's words. He had extremely high talent and would definitely become the most powerful wizard. Only then would he be qualified to like something, because at that time, no one would be able to easily take away what belonged to him.

Including death, he would definitely obtain the power to control life and death, definitely!