If Wild Awakened Were Rich

What happens if a wild Beyonder has money?

This is a question no one has ever considered; after all, it is difficult for wild Beyonders to safely earn a large sum of money without breaking the law, and at most, they can only make their lives slightly less miserable.

But Harley truly experienced the joy of having money today, especially after confirming that this wizard currency had decent purchasing power.

Harley went to purchase her Hogwarts school uniform first, as according to Dumbledore, after Madam Malkin finished taking Harley's measurements, it would still take some time to craft the robes.

In addition to the school uniforms required by Hogwarts, Harley ordered several extra sets of clothing made from sturdier materials, making it easier to wear them while conducting occult research.

Especially after hearing from Madam Malkin that there were dragon-hide garments available, Harley very much wanted to buy a set and see if they could be crafted into magical items.

After all, in Harley's original world, at least in the Northern Continent, creatures like dragons only existed in legends, and most Beyonders had never seen one.

She had heard that the mythical form of a Spectator Pathway Beyonder was some kind of giant dragon, though Harley had never obtained particularly detailed information on that.

However, after asking about the price of the clothes, Harley temporarily dismissed the idea.

If Dumbledore had chosen to wait outside the shop while she bought clothes, and thus hadn't witnessed Harley's spending power, he witnessed it firsthand during the rest of the trip.

When purchasing ordinary teaching supplies, besides a cauldron and brass scales, Harley also bought several items that looked like they were brimming with magical aura.

Harley explained to Dumbledore that she was curious about the magic contained within these things, such as the moving star charts.

But in reality, Harley wanted to study what the structure of magical items in this world was actually like, and incidentally, use spirit vision to peer at the magical objects.

After all, with a demigod-level old man following her around, Harley still didn't dare to use spirit vision casually.

At Flourish and Blotts, in addition to the necessary textbooks, Harley also bought a large batch of "miscellaneous books," ranging from the humanities, history, and politics of the wizarding world to the production methods of rare potions and the properties of special materials.

This made Dumbledore very gratified; at least Harley hadn't lied to him. Of the money she took, she chose to spend the vast majority on books.

However, Harley was somewhat disappointed. She hadn't been able to find any magical items with combat capability, or books about how to craft such items.

But Harley didn't believe the wizarding world lacked such items; she could only conclude that the official organization, the Ministry of Magic, had restricted these slightly dangerous items to maintain its own stability.

This made Harley very unhappy; even the ordinary society in England didn't ban guns! But thinking about the attitude of the churches on the Northern Continent toward magical items, Harley expressed understanding.

However, she speculated that there must be some shady places selling these interesting gadgets. Even if there weren't any in England, the world was so big that there must be places that had them.

But that wasn't something she needed to consider in the short term.

When Harley bought a beautiful snowy owl from Eeylops Owl Emporium, Dumbledore looked at Harley's list.

"Now there is only the most important item left, and that is your wand." As he spoke, Dumbledore walked in another direction.

"The wand is the most important item for a wizard; it is difficult to cast spells without one. Of course, there are many powerful wizards who can perform wandless magic.

But for a young wizard, it is better to have a wand; at least it can very effectively assist them."

The two walked into the final shop. This store was small and dilapidated, the gold lettering on the door had peeled off, and there was only one wand in the display window.

The entire shop looked like it was about to go out of business from the outside, and one wouldn't have any expectations for the things inside.

But Harley wore a solemn expression, because there was a large amount of extraordinary spiritual aura in this shop.

However, considering Dumbledore had said that the vast majority of wizards in this world had to use wands to cast spells, this shop was equivalent to an arms dealer, specializing in selling those magical items used for combat.

So, it was understandable that it would give Harley this feeling.

As soon as they entered the shop, an old man stood in front of them. The old man was currently wiping a wand, with an empty box placed beside him.

"Good afternoon, dear Albus, and this young lady," the old man greeted.

"Good afternoon, Garrick. Beside me is Miss Harley Potter." Dumbledore also greeted and introduced Harley, then introduced the old man to her.

"Harley, the person before you is Mr. Garrick Ollivander, the best wandmaker in England."

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Harley curtsied slightly.

"Hello." Clearly, Ollivander was a bit surprised; he looked at Dumbledore, asking with his eyes.

However, Dumbledore didn't speak, instead mouthing, "Look at the newspaper in a few days."

Ollivander nodded in understanding, stopped asking, and began to introduce the wands, starting with the wands used by Harley's parents.

However, it was clear that Harley was quite picky. After trying dozens of wands, none of them were very willing to accept her.

Even if some wands accepted her, it seemed to be only because they admired her power.

"What a picky young witch," Ollivander said thoughtfully. "Come, try this one.

Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches. The phoenix feather in this wand and the phoenix feather in another wand came from the same phoenix.

And that other wand was sold to that famous Dark Lord, and once left you with a lightning-shaped scar.

But now, that scar seems to have disappeared."

As he spoke, Ollivander examined Harley's forehead, but the iconic lightning scar was no longer there.

After that soul fragment fell into a state of loss of control and was removed by Harley, the scar that no medicine could heal became erasable.

Regrettably, this wand wasn't very suitable either, reacting exactly the same as the other wands: it could be used, but it was listless.

Dumbledore observed this scene, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Well, Miss Potter, I originally thought this wand would suit you, but it turns out it doesn't match." Ollivander sighed. "Then let us try another..."

"Mr. Ollivander," Harley interrupted him suddenly, "I think my wand core might have something to do with snakes."

This was not a groundless guess, but rather Harley recalling her own mythical creature form—a snake-haired woman resembling Medusa.

Therefore, Harley intuitively felt that a wand with a snake-based core would be more compatible with her.

Ollivander wore a look of surprise:

"Using materials from serpentine creatures as a core? I rarely do that, though wandmakers over in America tend to prefer it.

However, it is certainly worth a try; after all, it is your intuition, isn't it?

I remember I still have a few wands made with the nerves of serpentine creatures as cores."

As he spoke, Ollivander began rummaging through the piles of wands, finally pulling out a dusty box.

He gently brushed the dust off the box and opened it. Inside lay a slender wand.

Ollivander stroked the wand lightly as he introduced it: "This was made by my grandfather.

Back then, he wanted to replicate the wands of the four founders, so he was always imitating the materials of their wands in his creations.

But after he finished a certain batch of wands, he went out for a drink to relax, and suddenly went mad."

"Mad?" Harley asked in confusion, and an expression of interest appeared on Dumbledore's face, as he had never heard Ollivander speak of his grandfather's history before.

"Yes, mad," Ollivander said softly.

"However, St. Mungo's Hospital diagnosed that his brain had simply malfunctioned after he performed high-intensity work and then drank a lot of alcohol.

And this wand in my hand is one from the last batch of wands he made, and also the last one from that batch to use a snake nerve as a core.

But I don't know exactly what kind of snake's nerve it is, because this is the only box that isn't labeled with the origin or species of the core."

As he spoke, Ollivander handed the wand to Harley:

"Give it a try! A snakewood wand, with the nerve of some kind of snake as the core, twelve inches long.

The last batch of wands my grandfather made were all very powerful, and I expect this one is no exception."