A suitable wand not only allowed a wizard to fully unleash their magic, but also vastly amplified the power of their spells.
Yet Vincent had already tried eleven wands at Ollivander's Wand Shop.
"Ollivander's Wand Shop, makers of fine wands since 382 BC..."
He recalled the slogan on the severely peeling gilded sign outside and seriously doubted the shop's professionalism.
The boxes and dust scattered all over the floor clearly showed that the wands were poorly made, causing the air at their tips to explode the moment they were grasped.
"Child, try this one." Ollivander said those words for the twelfth time, yet his silvery eyes remained full of confidence.
Feeling uneasy, Vincent took hold of the thirteen-inch wand made of walnut wood and Dragon Heartstring.
As expected, the air around the wand tip rippled apart once more.
Prepared in advance, McGonagall waved her hand and neutralized the impact that could have stirred up a great deal of dust in the shop.
Apart from the first two times, this was already the tenth time she had used Wandless Magic.
Even Eric, who had the least interest in magic, could now perform the entire sequence perfectly.
"Oh, it seemed we had an extremely discerning customer!" Ollivander looked exceptionally excited.
There was even an indescribable fervor in the way he looked at Vincent.
"Young Mr. Wayne, your build determined that a longer wand would suit you best—"
Ollivander returned with a crumpled box in his arms. "If even this one cannot satisfy you, then I fear no one in all of Europe can make a more suitable wand."
Vincent smiled awkwardly. "It's all right."
With those words as reassurance, he believed the wand inside the long box could not possibly be another defective product like the previous ones.
He had neither a