Two Wands

As Brook hesitated over whether to go back and ask Ollivander for help,

two wand boxes not far in front of him suddenly gave off a soft glow.

Understanding at once, he immediately took them down from the shelf.

He noticed that one of the wand boxes was made of a different material from all the others on the shelf.

The others were ordinary paper boxes, while this one was an exquisite wooden box.

At the same time, two clear notifications sounded in his mind.

He had completed the missions [Choose a Wand Independently] and [Obtain More Than One Wand from Ollivander's Wand Shop].

He received two lottery chances.

On this trip to Diagon Alley, he had already gained five lottery chances.

If Dumbledore had not been around, making it inconvenient for him to farm them, he would have definitely gone for a ten-pull tonight.

After Brook returned with the wands,

the other three immediately focused their gazes on the boxes in his hands.

Ollivander in particular showed a flicker of surprise when he saw the wooden wand box.

"How did you choose that one?"

"You mean this? I felt that it was fated to be with me." Brook lightly shook the wooden box in his hand.

"Brook, hurry up and give it a try."

Hermione was curious, but even more worried.

She was smart enough to understand the debate between Brook and Ollivander.

Although Brook had gained the upper hand verbally, he was certainly not as professional as Ollivander when it came to choosing wands.

She was afraid that the wand Brook chose would not suit him.

Brook shrugged.

Although the system interface was extremely crude, the fact that it could give him the Door-Door Fruit was enough to prove how powerful it was.

Therefore, he had complete faith in the wand chosen by the system.

Still, since Hermione had spoken up, he had to show her.

He first took the wand from the paper box.

The wand was of moderate thickness and felt smooth in his hand.

More importantly, it was long enough.

With a flick of his wrist, the entire shop filled with a soft red glow.

"Yew Wood, Dragon Heartstring, thirteen and three-quarters inches, moderately flexible."

Ollivander's eyes were full of mixed emotions. "I never expected it to choose... for you to choose it."

"Is there a problem?"

"Back then, I made two wands from the piece of Yew Wood I had obtained. One was the one in your hand, and the other..."

Ollivander glanced at Dumbledore.

"Yew is also known as the Tree of Immortality. Legend says that it can command life and death."

"Command life and death with a wand? I might as well keep a yew tree by my side, then."

Brook did not believe such legends at all.

Yew trees were everywhere.

If they truly possessed the power to command life and death, they would have become a rare species and been hidden away long ago.

"Try your other wand. It was not made by me."

Ollivander did not continue the previous topic.

Or rather, Dumbledore did not want him to continue it.

Brook opened the wooden box.

Without Ollivander needing to explain, he could tell at a glance that this wand was not Ollivander's work.

Rather than a wand, it looked more like a slender miniature sword.

Complex patterns were carved into its handle.

Brook did not recognize them, but part of them closely resembled the auspicious cloud motifs of Great Xia.

That made him feel rather fond of it.

The moment he grasped the handle, the wand began to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his palm, and beads of blood seeped out.

Brook did not show it. He simply held the handle quietly.

After the wand absorbed his blood, a layer of lightning flickered over it before it returned to calm.

He immediately felt an indescribable connection forming between himself and the wand, as though it had become part of his body.

"Huanghuali, Zouwu Whisker, fourteen inches, moderately flexible."

Ollivander explained slowly.

"About a hundred years ago, I met an Eastern Taoist.

This wand was a work he left behind while discussing wandmaking with me.

I kept it in the shop as a memento. I never expected you to choose it."

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The wand Brook had chosen did not even look like a wand.

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Even if he used both wands at once, no one would think that he had obtained them from Ollivander.

That would undoubtedly save him a great deal of trouble.

Brook gave it a light swing, almost like a slashing motion.

It was quite handy, just a little too small.

"Brook, it would be best not to mention to outsiders that you obtained two wands from Ollivander."

Dumbledore reminded him, a trace of seriousness in his tone.

Brook nodded.

He understood the principle of keeping quiet and getting rich.

He got it.

Hermione hurriedly promised to keep it secret as well.

Although Brook had successfully persuaded Ollivander, he had clearly broken the rules too.

The fewer people who knew about something like this, the better.

"All right, it is getting late. We should head back," Dumbledore said.

Brook and Hermione each paid seven Gold Galleons for their wands.

Ollivander escorted them outside, his gaze following Brook's retreating figure the entire time.

Only after Brook had completely disappeared did he return to the shop.

Two wands.

One had been made from the same piece of Yew Wood as the wand of the man whose name could not be spoken.

The other had come from the hands of an Eastern Taoist.

He truly did not know how much turmoil the person recognized by both wands would stir up in the Magical World in the future.

On the way back with Brook and Hermione,

Dumbledore explained in detail the precautions for passing through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Their tickets would be delivered by owl in a few days.

Brook had assumed that Dumbledore would leave immediately after seeing them home.

He had not expected him to follow Brook inside.

"Headmaster, is there something else?"

"This is for you." Dumbledore took a book from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Brook knew from its thickness that it was the one Dumbledore had bought at the bookstore.

When he saw the title, his face gradually flushed red.

You old bastard!

Enough already!

Can't you let it go?

The title was Wizengamot Charter and Related Laws.

"Reading it will do you good, especially the contents on pages 317 and 516."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Brook earnestly.

"Fine." Brook forced out a smile.

"See you at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore drew his wand and gave it a light wave, vanishing from the spot.

Was Brook the kind of person who read books like this?

He really was.

Zhang San, the lawless criminal, had once said,

"No one can catch me if I want to commit a crime, because no one understands the law better than I do."

Brook flipped to the two pages Dumbledore had mentioned.

The contents concerned the International Statute of Secrecy and the provisions for reasonably restricting underage wizards.

Only then did he realize that he had inadvertently exploited a loophole.

His act of robbing a bank had undoubtedly violated the laws of the Muggle world.

However, as a wizard, his case had to be tried by the Ministry of Magic.

Under the wizarding legal system, he had violated the International Statute of Secrecy and the ban on underage wizards casting magic without permission.

But there was one crucial premise: at the time of the crime, he did not know that he was a wizard.

According to the Law for the Protection of Underage Wizards,

if a young wizard caused damage to the outside world with magic while unaware of their identity,

as long as no one's life or safety had been harmed, the punishment could be reduced or even waived.

That meant that even if Dumbledore captured him, he would ultimately have to let him off.

And as long as he insisted that he did not know where the gold was, he would not even have to return it.

"I was set up by Dumbledore." Brook gritted his teeth.

The life of luxury and indulgence he could have enjoyed had been forcibly postponed by seven years.

He would remember this grudge.

He would definitely repay it.

Bang... ☆