Vinson: I Am Not a Genius

"A very unusual request."

Old Ollivander had never seen a young wizard like this before.

After thinking for a moment, the old man walked unsteadily to the shelves, rummaging through the wand boxes above, searching for his past creations.

Vinson had initially thought the owner of the wand shop would be angry upon hearing such a request, but he hadn't expected Old Ollivander to search so earnestly.

The old man truly had a good temper.

Of course.

He was Ollivander, after all.

No matter how strange the wand, Ollivander had made one.

As Old Ollivander searched for a wand that met Vinson's requirements, he chattered away, seeming to enjoy conversing with the young wizard.

"A wand like this might not suit you..."

"If the material is strong enough, when was the last time someone bought a sturdy wand... I think it was a big fellow, Hagrid, is that his name?"

"This material isn't very suitable for channeling magic..."

"Wands are for casting spells; using them to hit someone's body is such a waste. Elegance and grace are eternal for a Wizard... Ah, found it..."

Old Ollivander's voice abruptly stopped. He carefully held a long wand box and walked over, slowly opening his mouth to introduce his creation.

"I remember this one is made of cedar wood. The box it was in fell to the ground seventeen times without damage. It might be the sturdiest wand I have..."

"Cedar wood..."

This wand seemed a bit long.

At least much longer than old Barty's wand.

Vinson Wright opened the wand box and placed his hand on the wand. A surge of magic flowed from his palm, naturally integrating into the wand.

I must say.

This wand felt quite good.

As Vinson Wright gently waved the wand, a streak of brilliant starlight flickered at the tip, brightening the entire wand shop.

Old Ollivander smiled as he watched, continuing to describe the wand: "Fifteen inches, the core is male unicorn hair, it will not betray its master..."

As he said this, Old Ollivander handed over the wand box: "The shaft is made of cedar wood. Perhaps it's not as sturdy as ironwood, but no one in the world would want to be enemies with a wizard who wields a cedar wood wand..."

Clearly.

Old Ollivander assumed Vinson was a somewhat hot-tempered and troublesome child, which was why he had specifically helped Vinson choose this wand.

Indeed, this wand suited Vinson very well.

Ollivanders Wand Shop had managed to stand in Diagon Alley for so long, and its owner, Ollivander, was hailed as one of Europe's three greatest wandmakers. It truly wasn't without reason...

The old man earnestly continued to persuade him: "Child, it's not just the wizard who chooses the wand; the wand also chooses the wizard. It has decided to follow you..."

"How does it feel?"

Old Barty Crouch frowned.

Unlike other first-years who relied purely on the instinct of their magic to wield a wand, Vinson Wright could use any wand at will.

"It must be a perfect match!"

Old Ollivander seemed to have developed a phobia from Amos Diggory's indecisiveness when choosing a wand. He felt that Old Barty Crouch had a similar tendency to dither, and quickly added, "I guarantee there isn't a more suitable wand for the little fellow in the entire shop!"

"Then I'll take this one!"

Vinson Wright placed the wand back into its box, saying casually, "I really like the meaning behind cedar wood."

[Exploration Quest: Purchase a wand at Ollivanders Wand Shop (1/1), Quest Complete. Reward: Magic Spell - Disarming Charm]

[Disarming Charm: The incantation is Expelliarmus. Using the Disarming Charm on a target can remove the weapon from the enemy's hand, causing it to fly into yours. If the caster's magic is powerful enough, it can disarm any weapon.]

This Disarming Charm felt a bit off.

Logically, this spell shouldn't be based on magic power.

Of course, if it was powerful enough to disarm any weapon, then disarming powerful wands wouldn't be an issue. Perhaps he could try to get the Sword of Gryffindor...

That was a true treasure...

Who could refuse the temptation of being a Sword Saint in the Wizarding World?

Vinson Wright and Old Barty Crouch left Ollivanders Wand Shop. With the last item on the first-year shopping list, a wand, purchased, there was no need to linger in Diagon Alley.

Old Barty Crouch still seemed a bit worried about Vinson Wright's occasional absentmindedness and earnestly explained the wand's function: "You might think you can cast spells wandlessly, but that doesn't mean wands aren't important. A suitable wand can reduce your magic consumption and increase your spell power..."

"This one suits me well."

Vinson's left hand held the cage containing the owl, while his right hand cradled the wand box. He casually reassured him, "Don't worry, I know my choices... Honestly, I'd prefer a wand that could seal my power."

If, in the future, a powerful wizard who loved using the Disarming Charm shouted "Expelliarmus" at Vinson Wright, took his wand, and thought they had won...

The thought alone made him find it amusing.

"Alright, ultimately, it's up to your own choice."

Old Barty Crouch didn't say anything more. He felt a slight sense of relief, finally done with this shopping trip that had left him numb the entire time.

"Let's go back."

Vinson glanced at Old Barty, whose hands were full of shopping bags, and said softly, "After we get back, I need to start previewing the first-year textbooks..."

"...Hmm?"

Old Barty looked at him with some confusion.

Were Hogwarts first-year textbooks really worth Vinson Wright studying? This kid had already learned the Unforgivable Curses!

Old Barty Crouch never imagined that Vinson Wright's mention of previewing was serious. This brat was actually going to preview first-year textbooks!

For the next twenty-odd days, Old Barty Crouch was truly eye-opened by Vinson Wright's diligence.

Starting in the morning.

Vinson Wright sat on the balcony, earnestly holding a Charms textbook, reciting the incantation for [Lumos] one hundred times, making the light flicker.

Normally, anyone would have memorized a spell by this point. Old Barty Crouch thought Vinson was already working hard enough.

But then...

Vinson started copying the incantation for Lumos.

Even to deepen his memory of the spell, he didn't need to go this far, right?

However, it was still too early. After copying the incantation one hundred times, Vinson Wright closed the textbook and began to earnestly memorize the incantation for [Lumos].

"I admit this method is good..."

Old Barty Crouch tidied his clothes and, before leaving for work, advised Vinson, "But the efficiency of this method is a bit too low. You should try using your wand more often; that's the way of a Wizard..."

"I'm not a genius."

Vinson Wright interrupted Old Barty, waving his hand at him. "You go to work first. Maybe I'll try experimenting with Lumos tonight..."