The First Two Wands of His Life

Magic was a gift bestowed by heaven. As a wizard of exceptional talent, the first thing Aaron naturally wanted to buy was a wand.

It was practically essential for every wizard, regardless of their level.

He had wanted to buy a wand ever since he began learning spells, but his parents had sternly refused, saying that a seven-year-old child could not own a wand—it was too dangerous.

It was not as though he had never considered buying one in secret. After all, money was no problem. But no one understood better than he did what it was like to have a conscientious bodyguard.

On top of that, his identity was rather special. Without his mother's approval, Ollivander would never sell him a wand, and Ollivander's was the only Wand Shop in Diagon Alley.

That was not to say there were no other shops in the Magic World that sold wands, but he simply had no chance to commit such a "crime" under Jeans's watchful eye.

But today, it was finally time for him to have a wand of his own.

"Phew!" Aaron took a deep breath and looked up at the shop sign: "Ollivander, Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C." He could barely suppress his excitement.

"Ahem!" Jeans coughed lightly. "Young Master, you've been standing at the door for two minutes. We should go in."

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help myself." Aaron spoke awkwardly, then pushed open the door and walked inside.

This Wand Shop was even smaller than his drinks shop. Calling it small was not quite right, though—the shop itself was fairly spacious. It was simply crammed with so many things that it created the illusion of being especially narrow.

Upon entering, he saw a desk and a long bench. Other than that, there were ladders and staircases. There were several rooms deeper inside, but they were all packed so full that only a single passageway remained.

Countless wooden boxes were piled against the walls, stacked from the floor all the way to the ceiling.

Every box contained a wand. This shop probably had tens of thousands of wands.

"Mr. Ollivander doesn't seem to be here. Would you like to wait, Young Master?" Jeans asked teasingly.

"Wait for what? Why should I have to wait? If he isn't here, I'll just try them myself." Aaron spoke with great confidence.

"Is that so? Then I'll tell your mother." A gentle voice tinged with affection came from the stairs. An elderly man with gray-white hair but an especially spirited bearing was smiling at Aaron.

"Good morning, Uncle!" Aaron scratched his head sheepishly.

This was why he absolutely could not buy a wand without his parents' consent. The owner of this shop was his mother's own uncle.

He still had to give his niece some face. If she did not want her uncle to sell a wand to her son, Ollivander naturally would not sell one.

"Good morning." Ollivander quickly walked down, ruffled Aaron's hair, and messed up his hairstyle. "I saw you while you were standing outside. It seems your first wand has made you a little too excited."

"Not really. It's mainly because the sign on your door is peeling a little. I was wondering whether I should pay to replace it with a new one."

"You brat, what kind of thing is that to say? Is that peeling paint? It only proves that my shop has a long history." Ollivander spoke proudly.

"Well... Uncle, you know what I came here for, right?"

"I know. Your mother gave me your arm measurements a month ago. But I didn't look at them. Some data is more reliable when measured in person." As Ollivander spoke, he took a silver tape measure from his pocket. "What do you think?"

"I think Uncle is right." Aaron's eye twitched. Sensibly, he raised his right arm, then remembered something and raised his left as well. "How about measuring this one too?"

Ollivander frowned. "Aren't you used to using your right hand?"

"One left-handed wand for emergencies! What if my right hand gets injured?" Aaron smiled innocently. "Of course, it would be even better if you could prepare two—no, four wands for me. That way, I'd have spares if anything happened to one."

"Hmm?" Ollivander looked at him in surprise, as though he were getting to know his grandnephew all over again.

After a long while, he looked up at Jeans and asked reproachfully, "Is this how you usually teach the child? How insecure must he be to say something like that?"

Jeans shook his head with a bitter smile. "You know the Young Master is mature for his age. Besides, do you think a child born into the Gaius Family would lack a sense of security? These are his own thoughts. They have nothing to do with us."

Aaron smiled. "Uncle, I was only making a little joke. We all know how seriously you take wands. It really would be rather excessive for one wizard to have four wands."

"And yet you're joking about wands with me." Ollivander glared at Aaron.

"But I still want two wands." Aaron chuckled. "I promise I'll take good care of them, but if something unexpected happens, at least I won't be left helpless."

Ollivander shook his head, caught between laughter and tears. "Fine, wait here. I'll get some wands that might suit you."

"Alright! Sorry for the trouble, Uncle." Aaron smiled happily, then sat in the chair behind the desk, completely at home.

A few minutes later, Ollivander returned carrying several boxes and placed them on the desk.

"You know my principle. Even if you are my grandnephew, it cannot be broken. You understand that, don't you?"

"Of course. The wand chooses the wizard." Aaron had known that ever since his first visit to this shop.

"Good. I was genuinely worried you'd throw a Young Master tantrum and demand whichever wand looked prettiest!" Ollivander said sarcastically. He then opened the first box. "Try this one first. Fir wood, Unicorn hair core. Give it a wave."

Aaron excitedly took the wand and gave it a gentle wave. White light flashed across the wand and vanished, while he felt a warm current flow through his body.

It did not feel unfamiliar. Using it was smooth and effortless, like flowing clouds and running water.

That was right. This wand suited him very well.

"Not bad." Ollivander nodded, put it back into its box, then opened another. "Try this one too. Acacia wood, Phoenix feather core."

Aaron repeated his previous motion, but his expression became somewhat strange. This time, a streak of silver light flashed from the wand's tip, and a faint chill brushed against his fingertips.

But that was not the important part. The important part was that this wand also felt especially smooth in his hand.

Ollivander noticed it too. His brows rose slightly as he nervously put the second wand back into its box, then opened the third.

But the moment he opened it, Ollivander closed the box again. As if he had made up his mind, he took out his own wand. "Little Aaron, come and try this."

Aaron swallowed. He felt that Uncle was acting rather strangely today, as though he were trying to lure a child into making a mistake.

"Sir, isn't this somewhat inappropriate?" Jeans asked with a frown.

"What do you know?" Ollivander curled his lip, then rolled his eyes. "Take out your wand too and let him try it."

"I refuse." Jeans spoke firmly.

"Hmph!" Ollivander said nothing more. He simply fixed his bright gaze on his grandnephew. "Hurry up and try it! Don't keep me waiting anxiously."

"Well, Uncle, can I refuse?"

"No." Ollivander directly stuffed the wand into Aaron's hand. "Make it quick. I can hardly wait."

Aaron helplessly did as he was told. A red light appeared at the wand's tip, its dazzling radiance dancing across the walls.

"This is..." Jeans stared at the scene in astonishment, his expression changing repeatedly in disbelief.

"Hahaha!" Ollivander burst into hearty laughter, then looked at Aaron excitedly. "The Ollivander Family's principle has remained unchanged for centuries, but today, an exception may have to be made. It seems every wand would choose you, even those belonging to others. In other words, you can use any wand as you please. Even the Elder Wand would probably be the same."

Aaron listened in a daze, suddenly feeling as though this world had chosen him.

"Uncle, does that mean I can pick any wand I want from your shop?"

"Of course."

"Wonderful! Pick out two wands for me. One should be grand, refined, and high-class, while the other should be low-key, luxurious, and full of substance. Most importantly, they must look good and elegant. They absolutely cannot lower my image."

Ollivander: ...

Jeans: ...