Today's Ollivander's Wand Shop Customers Are Quite Outrageous

"The only thing left is a wand."

Mr. Crouch Sr. pondered the items on the list, then looked up at a shop near the owl emporium. "Let's go to Ollivander's Wand Shop and pick out a wand that suits you..."

This trip was finally nearing its end.

Mr. Crouch Sr. had never realized shopping could be so exhausting.

"Any wand is the same to me."

Vinson Wright, carrying a birdcage in one hand, said indifferently, "The greatest use of a wand is to make people think I'm a proper Wizard. Once I lose it, I'll be equivalent to losing my combat ability..."

Mr. Crouch Sr. recalled the time he fought Vinson and said with a sigh, "When they think that, they're already on the verge of death..."

Generally speaking.

A wand is a Wizard's medium for controlling magic. Any Wizard cherishes their wand dearly, and even Voldemort and Dumbledore are no exception.

However, for Vinson...

The camouflage effect of a wand far outweighs its practical use.

This is because Vinson can unleash any amount of magic and cast any spell without any medium, a fact Mr. Crouch Sr. had personally experienced.

That day...

The wind was howling.

That day...

Mr. Crouch Sr. was beaten badly.

Due to his complete lack of understanding of Vinson Wright's abilities, throughout the entire battle, Mr. Crouch Sr. couldn't even cast a single complete spell in front of Vinson, who was still a child.

In that battle, Mr. Crouch Sr. personally experienced the pain of Crucio and finally understood how cruel his son, Barty Jr., had been when he used Crucio on other Wizards while he was a Death Eater...

"Let's go."

Vinson Wright glanced at Mr. Crouch Sr., who was lost in thought beside him, and called out to rouse him. "I hope we can find a sturdy wand inside."

"Sturdy..."

Mr. Crouch Sr. felt uneasy at the adjective. After thinking for a moment, he still explained, "However, I think you shouldn't underestimate the usefulness of a wand..."

As they approached Ollivander's Wand Shop, a dark-haired boy and a middle-aged man walked out of the shop...

It was Cedric Diggory and his father.

The dark-haired boy, his face flushed red, clutched a wand box and walked somewhat awkwardly beside his father, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Had this father and son been picking out a wand at Ollivander's all this time?

Vinson Wright and Mr. Crouch Sr. had already bought everything else, yet Cedric Diggory had only just managed to select a suitable wand from the shop?

Was it really that difficult to choose a suitable wand?

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Wright, we meet again."

Amos Diggory saw them and greeted them with a cheerful smile, introducing their father-son success. "It took us a long time to pick out the most suitable wand for Cedric. Twelve and a quarter inches, made of holly with a phoenix feather core symbolizing pure truth..."

"..."

Cedric's face grew even more embarrassed.

"That sounds like an excellent wand."

Mr. Crouch Sr. frowned almost imperceptibly. He had initially maintained his politeness towards Amos, but now he felt a bit overwhelmed by Amos's boasting...

This guy...

Seemed to never consider others' feelings.

Everyone in the British Wizarding World knew about Mr. Crouch Sr.'s situation; he had personally sent his son to Azkaban and let him die there...

"Congratulations."

Vinson Wright interrupted Amos Diggory's speech, looked at Cedric Diggory, and tilted his head. "By the way, do you still need to buy other things?"

"Yes, I still have quite a few things to prepare on my list..."

Cedric nodded hurriedly, a hint of gratitude in his eyes as he looked at Vinson. "Then we'll be going now... Vinson, I'll see you at the start of term."

After speaking, Cedric gently patted his father's arm, led his somewhat flustered father, bid farewell to Vinson, and hurried towards other shops.

"What is Mr. Crouch thinking about?"

Vinson Wright looked at Mr. Crouch Sr., who stood still, and chuckled. "Do you think Cedric's father is praising his son too much?"

"No... perhaps."

Mr. Crouch Sr. shook his head, then quickly nodded again, his voice becoming somewhat dejected. "Actually, Barty was also very outstanding, but I never praised him to his face..."

Indeed.

His son, Barty Jr., had once been very outstanding.

Unfortunately, Mr. Crouch Sr. had never praised him to his face, which led Barty Crouch Jr. down the wrong path and into Voldemort's service.

Mr. Crouch Sr. was a person who appeared solemn and dignified in front of anyone, even his own son. Now, he felt a pang of envy for Amos Diggory's simple and straightforward nature.

Although it seemed utterly foolish, even annoyingly so...

Yet, it allowed him to express a father's love for his son so freely.

"Let's go, we'll pick out wands first."

Vinson Wright shook his head, choosing not to comfort the elder Barty Crouch. Instead, he pushed open the door to Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The result.

As soon as Vinson entered, he saw a chaotic wand shop.

The boxes holding wands on the shelves were a mess, wand boxes were scattered all over the floor, and the entire shop looked as if it had just been ransacked.

Even Vinson Wright couldn't help but have a moment of delusion, wondering if Voldemort had somehow revived and attacked ahead of schedule.

Only an old man was inside, shakily picking up wand boxes from the floor. Hearing the door open, the old man instinctively spoke, "Amos, I swear that one is Cedric's most compatible wand, there's no need for it to be chosen by any other wand..."

"..."

Vinson and the elder Barty exchanged a look.

It was obvious.

Amos Diggory had clearly put the old wandmaker through quite an ordeal in his attempt to find the perfect wand for his son, Cedric.

This old man tidying up was none other than Ollivander.

One of the three finest wandmakers in the entire European Wizarding World.

"Hm?"

Elder Ollivander heard the silence in the shop and couldn't help but look up. He saw a grey-haired youth and the familiar elder Barty Crouch.

At this sight, Elder Ollivander subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and apologetically explained, "My apologies, I thought you were Amos..."

This was because Amos Diggory, in his desire for his son Cedric to have the best and most suitable wand, had repeatedly urged Elder Ollivander to find a better one for his son.

An incompatible wand would prevent a Wizard's magic from adapting properly, sometimes causing their magic to lie dormant, and other times releasing uncontrollable magic that would damage the surrounding environment.

Because they had been selecting for so long...

The wand shop had ended up in this state.

"It's alright."

The elder Barty Crouch slowly shook his head, fully understanding Elder Ollivander's emotions. "Mr. Diggory can indeed be a bit too competitive at times."

"Sometimes that's truly not a good thing..."

After nodding obediently, Elder Ollivander then spoke up in defense of Amos Diggory, "However, he does have an excellent son. That fellow Cedric Diggory deserves such devotion from a father..."

As he said this, Elder Ollivander rubbed his forehead with his finger and couldn't help but praise, "That child is truly outstanding... How should I put it... that child possesses the demeanor of an excellent Wizard... I only watched him for a short while... and I felt he was exactly the standard we expect from young ones..."

While finishing his praise for Cedric, Elder Ollivander stepped over the scattered wand boxes on the floor and, leaning on a shelf, shakily walked towards them.

The old man's gaze slowly fell upon the grey-haired youth standing beside the elder Barty. His silvery-white eyes couldn't stop scrutinizing Vinson Wright's face.

"This is..."

"This is Vinson."

Barty glanced at the grey-haired youth beside him and continued softly, "Vinson Wright. He's also a new student entering Hogwarts this year."

"I want to choose a wand."

Vinson Wright took the initiative to speak, earnestly stating his request, "A wand with sufficient hardness, one that can break bones even if my magic is depleted..."