Pureblood Descendant!

Silver light and shadow intertwined for a moment.

Then slowly returned to the wand.

Only faint silver gleams continued to flicker before gradually fading away.

"I never thought it would truly wait for its master. Merlin above, I am clearly witnessing the beginning of history. You are destined to achieve glorious accomplishments that will be recorded in the annals of history." Ollivander's clouded eyes stared at Ian, and his hunched body seemed to bend even lower than before.

As if he were bowing slightly.

"Is this the Elder Wand?"

Ian lowered his head to look at the wand, which seemed to be in tune with his heart. He did not know whether this was a trait of the Elder Wand, but he could feel his magic unusually active and surging.

"Elder Wood is the rarest wand wood. It is harder to master than any other wand, and few people choose to make wands from it because it only chooses masters with extraordinary destinies."

"Every owner of an Elder Wood wand is bound to stand out in the tide of history... so you will certainly become an unparalleled figure in the future."

Ollivander looked exceptionally pleased.

Perhaps.

Ian's compatibility with this wand proved that his attempt all those years ago had not failed. This was a wand that could be used normally and was extraordinarily compatible with a wizard.

"Thank you for your blessing. I also hope I can accomplish something once I grow up."

Ian was very satisfied with his wand.

He could not put it down.

"This is not a blessing, Mr. Prince. It is the destiny revealed by the wand. Back then, I wanted to prove myself, so I even chose unicorn tail hair for this wand's core."

"Such a combination defies common sense. It runs completely contrary to the rules of wandmaking." Ollivander was already very old, yet the way he looked at Ian now was incredibly fervent.

It was filled with the... vigor one might expect only from a young man?

Perplexed, Ian found it truly difficult to describe Ollivander's current state.

"Hmm?"

Ian tilted his head slightly.

But Ollivander smiled happily.

"You may not yet understand, but the qualities this wand possesses will guide you toward the future it foretells..." Ollivander's cultivation in speaking riddles might have surpassed even Dumbledore's.

"I have no ability to reveal the elusive future to you, but you will certainly overturn and change many things." Ollivander's gaze returned to the wand in Ian's hand.

"Uh, the thing I most want to overturn right now is probably the exorbitant price of wands. Considering it has been gathering dust for so long, could you give me a small discount, sir?"

Ian blinked and began bargaining in an innocent child's voice.

He had thought that with all of Ollivander's praise and amazement, plus his own well-practiced bargaining skills, he would definitely get a fair price.

However.

"Seven Galleons. That is the rule."

A businessman was still a businessman.

The moment they started discussing the price, Ollivander's previously humble manner instantly vanished without a trace.

"How about one Galleon less?"

"If I really become some great figure in the future, I'll make you the president of Hogwarts' Wand Protection Association, so you can collect annual wand usage taxes from every Hogwarts student."

With the most innocent expression, Ian painted the most shamelessly grand picture.

"..."

Even worldly Ollivander was left speechless.

"Seven Galleons. That is a Ministry of Magic regulation."

Ollivander rather helplessly rejected Ian's capitalist promise.

"The Ministry of Magic has a regulation like that?"

Ian felt that Ollivander was definitely trying to fool him.

Just like that supposed guidance of destiny.

He was unwilling to part with even a single Galleon.

And you said I would become an unparalleled figure?

"Yes, that's right. In fact, this is already the discounted price for Young Wizards. If you want to purchase a second wand, even Dumbledore would have to pay me twenty Galleons."

Ollivander fully demonstrated what it meant to recognize money, not people.

"Then what if Dumbledore promised that you could collect wand usage taxes every year?" Ian raised his head curiously and asked with an unconventional train of thought.

"Well..."

Unexpectedly.

Ollivander actually began considering it with some interest.

All right!

I get it!

Sure enough, nobody listens when you're insignificant!

All that destined nonsense is fucking bullshit!

Ian curled his lips in silent complaint and began obediently taking out his money. Snape had given him exactly seven Galleons. No matter what he did, he could not save even a single Knut.

"May you enjoy your studies."

After receiving the money, Ollivander's smile returned, and he bowed slightly as he watched Ian leave his little shop.

"Jingle~"

Just as Ian opened the door and stepped outside.

A little girl and her guardian happened to be about to push the door open.

"Move aside, boy."

An elderly woman with a somewhat aristocratic air stood outside. She wore a crooked hat, with a thin veil over her face, and ordered Ian around in a condescending tone.

Not wanting to Cause Trouble.

Ian hurriedly stepped aside.

However.

He also let go of the hand holding the doorknob.

The old woman could only push the door open again herself and enter with the little girl beside her, who had platinum-blonde hair. She did not spare Ian so much as a glance.

Instead, the little girl stared at Ian for a long while. Whether she was displeased by Ian's little move just now, no emotion could be read from her face alone.

She has the same dead-fish face as Professor Snape. This mother and daughter are probably a perfect match for that Old Bat. Ian silently mocked, his gaze lingering only briefly on the little girl's delicate face.

A high nose bridge.

Defined cheekbones.

And slightly thin, perfectly symmetrical lips.

Even among the Germans, with their abundance of handsome men and beautiful women, this little girl's appearance was exceptionally striking. Yet that was not what drew Ian's attention.

He noticed the little girl's Eyes. They were entirely different colors—one blue, the other white. This was heterochromia, rarer still than her exquisite beauty.

"A Pureblood noble..."

Ian did not stare at her further.

After the two entered.

He merely glanced at them twice out of curiosity, then stepped forward again, pulled open the door, and walked out.

As the door swung shut on its own.

The voices from inside could still be heard clearly.

"Madam Rosier, it has been a long time. I never expected you to come to London."

"You even brought a Young Wizard... Let me see. Oh my... Merlin above, she is... yes, yes, I cannot Cause Trouble for you unnecessarily."

"I truly never expected it... This family actually still has descendants, and one who inherited such extraordinary talent. I believe she is destined for immensely glorious achievements."

Both the tone and voice were very familiar.

Good heavens! He praised every person he saw!

Whoever came in was extraordinary and destined for glory?

The Seria of the wizarding world was absolutely confirmed this time!