A Certain Scientific Harry Potter 15

That's right, I'm talking about the Weasley family.

Because the Weasleys have so many children, the younger ones often have to use hand-me-downs, which means their family keeps the most complete collection of textbooks. Scamander happened to find someone to get two sets for them.

Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley—according to Scamander, while neither of them could be considered top-tier geniuses, they were certainly academic high-achievers.

As for the other textbooks, they probably only needed to purchase those related to Defense Against the Dark Arts... there's no helping it; the textbook for this subject follows the teacher. If the professor doesn't last long, the textbook naturally changes frequently.

Oh, right, another elective textbook that changes frequently is the often-revised Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, but Harry and Hermione could get brand-new versions signed by the original author in a heartbeat.

After settling the textbooks, Harry had no intention of buying the experimental quartet—the cauldron, potion vials, telescope, and scales—here.

As a student with a background in a specialized medical field, Harry really couldn't bring himself to look at the precision and quality of these experimental instruments produced by the wizarding world.

Take the Pewter Cauldron, for example. Scamander had explained to Harry why first-year students, no matter how rich they were, had to buy this model with the worst performance.

Because the Pewter Cauldron brews potions the slowest, and first-year students are limited by experience and the precision of their tools, their margin for error when brewing potions is very low... so, a slow brewing speed means that at least before the experiment fails and explodes, they can try to run as far away as possible.

Besides, this thing is cheap, so it doesn't hurt if it blows up.

In short, Scamander was very serious when he gave instructions about the cauldron, and he specifically mentioned to Harry that he knew quite a few wizards who had managed to "remove" themselves during potion experiments.

Damn it.

Simply put, Scamander meant that the weights and measures produced by the wizarding world aren't necessarily accurate. If wizards want to precisely determine the weight and ratio of various potions, there is no other way but practice makes perfect.

But that's just talking big without feeling the pain!

What if an accident happens before I get "practiced," and I end up blowing myself and Hermione up?

He did want to stir up trouble so Hermione would drop out with him, but the reason for dropping out couldn't be because of a disability!

The Pewter Cauldron can go play by itself; I'll just get a universal Graphite Cauldron later—stable, sturdy, and safe.

The telescope, too; who uses an old model when you have an 8x scope? It's only good enough to be kept as an antique.

As for the crystal potion vials, once the specifications are confirmed, I'll just have the Grangers contact the Precision Chemical Instrument Factory for a custom order.

As for the final brass scales... please, what year do you think it is? The sensitivity of a pan balance is simply not good enough, is it?

It's said that Hogwarts blocks electronic signals, so maybe a high-precision electronic balance won't work, but surely a high-precision mechanical analytical balance will do the trick.

In short, Harry waved his hand and passed on the entire experimental quartet on the shopping list.

At this moment, he was even more certain that Scamander might really be a transmigrator. After all, many of his ideas were simply... pfft! We think exactly alike.

Just like that, Harry and Hermione wandered around while complaining the whole way. In the end, other than the large, flat-faced orange Persian cat, Crookshanks, that Hermione bought, they didn't purchase anything else.

Finally, Hermione had no choice but to return to the main point with little interest: buying things they couldn't get in the real world, such as wands.

The two arrived at Ollivander's, an old wand shop named after the family surname. Judging by the sign outside, this shop had been "making fine wands" since 382 BC.

Tsk tsk, that was during the Warring States period of my great Middle Kingdom; it really is ancient.

"Wow! There are so many wands here?!" Although Ollivander's wand shop looked dilapidated and simple on the outside, it was a different world inside. As soon as she stepped through the door, Hermione's mouth fell open in shock at the sight before her.

Shelves with compartments reaching almost to the ceiling filled the room, packed full of rectangular boxes. If these were all filled with wands, there must be thousands of them!

"This place..." However, looking at the somewhat dim environment, Harry frowned involuntarily.

This place was very similar to Gringotts earlier. He could hear sounds here too, and unlike the singular sounds in Gringotts, the sounds here were complex and varied, yet each one was incredibly clear!

Gradually, Harry realized that the sounds he heard seemed to be coming from these wands.

"Good afternoon... oh, it's you. I knew it. I knew I would see you soon, Harry Potter."

Just as Harry was concentrating on trying to distinguish these sounds, a white-haired old man appeared before him and Hermione.

This old gentleman was the owner of the wand shop, Ollivander. His voice was very soft, and his body trembled slightly, as if he were very excited.

"Your eyes, just like your mother's... Lily, the way she came to me to buy her first wand all those years ago, it feels like it happened just yesterday..."

"Sir, please allow me to interrupt," Harry said, stopping Ollivander's reminiscence. "First of all, you just got my name wrong. My name is now Harry Granger. Also, it's getting late, and we'd like to pick out a suitable wand as soon as possible."

This somewhat eccentric Mr. Ollivander was a bit too obsessed with 'Harry Potter,' so Harry felt it was necessary to remind him.

Just sell the goods and stop letting your imagination run wild.

Chapter 24: Being an Academic High-Achiever Is No Joke

"Oh, right, I'll prepare the wands for you two right away."

Receiving Harry's reminder, Ollivander realized he still had real business to attend to, so he hurriedly picked up the measuring tape at his side.

"Ladies first, then. This young lady..."

"Hermione Granger." Hermione introduced herself very politely.

"Granger, is it... then, Miss Granger, please raise your arm."

Hearing the same surname as the current Harry, Ollivander paused for a moment, but quickly regained his focus and began measuring Hermione's arm.

At the same time, he began to chatter incessantly, educating the two of them on a great deal of knowledge regarding wands.

Harry didn't listen too closely to Ollivander's words, because all of the man's buildup was actually just to emphasize the final sentence.

"Always remember this: the wand chooses the wizard!"

When he said this, Ollivander's expression was very serious, and he even appeared somewhat proud.

After that, he began rummaging through the dense shelves, pulling out one wand after another for Hermione to try.

"Beechwood, unicorn hair, seven inches, you..."

"No, no! Try this one, walnut with a phoenix feather, eight and a half inches, the flexibility is..."

"Better choose this one! No, this one isn't quite right either..."

Finally, as Ollivander took back yet another vine wood wand with a dragon heartstring core, ten and three-quarter inches long, a look of distinct hesitation appeared on his face.

"So... what exactly was I just doing?"

Having tried many wands in succession, only to have them snatched away the moment she touched them, Hermione had no idea what had just transpired during that time.

Moreover, she had actually quite liked the very last wand she had tried, but unfortunately, Ollivander still felt it wasn't a match.

However, in contrast to the conflicted Hermione, Ollivander's face remained filled with an excitement that bordered on fanaticism.

"Miss Granger is a discerning customer, but no matter, I am certain that we shall find the most perfect, ideal wand for you right here!"

"Mr. Ollivander, if you would allow it, could I choose a wand for Hermione?" At this moment, Harry, seemingly having realized something, suddenly spoke up to request.

Ever since he arrived, he had been distinguishing the sounds emanating from the different wands, and now he finally felt he had grasped a bit of the method.

"You want to pick?" The expression on Ollivander's face was noncommittal. "Mr. Potter, I believe..."

"My name is Granger!"

"Fine, fine, Mr. Granger, do you remember what I said earlier? It should be the wand that chooses the wizard!" Regarding the dispute over wand philosophy, Ollivander's attitude became very firm. "It is a fact, yes, this should be an indisputable fact! So you need not be too impatient. I guarantee in the name of the Ollivander family's ancestral wand-makers that I will absolutely help Miss Granger find the wand most suited to her!"

Hmm... Ollivander's presence was certainly impressive, but Harry couldn't help but complain internally that "wand-maker" really was a bit of a lackluster title.

"That's not it, Mr. Ollivander, you've misunderstood me." Harry shook his head. "I am not questioning the issue of who chooses whom between the wand and the wizard; I just feel that... relying on your cautious deductions and probings like this won't help Hermione find a suitable wand!"

"Mr. Granger... you are questioning my professionalism as a wand-maker!" Hearing Harry actually doubt his abilities, a clear flash of anger appeared on Ollivander's face. "You must know that this shop has existed since 382 B.C.! My ancestors came to Britain to trade alongside the Romans and began selling fine products to the local wizards who could only use inferior materials... and it has continued from that time until now!"

"So... Mr. Granger, please retract your words! Because my professionalism, just like my family's history, is long-standing and certain!!"

"Harry..." Hermione tugged on Harry's sleeve worriedly. Ollivander was clearly angered by Harry's words, and she was truly afraid that the two would come into conflict.

"Fine! Mr. Ollivander, if you insist on putting it that way, then I really must set things straight for you!"

However, Harry gently held Hermione's hand, signaling her to stay calm.

He was now particularly impatient to help Hermione find the wand he had identified, and at the same time, verify his own hypothesis.

But since this old man Ollivander kept being relentless, he shouldn't blame him for having a sharp tongue!

When a commoner is enraged, blood spills five steps; when a top student is enraged, their tongue blossoms with lotus flowers... you think this is a joke?!

Next, it is science time!!

"Mr. Ollivander, I don't know if you are aware... the Celts, the very indigenous people of Britain you mentioned who used inferior wands, they once, in 385 B.C.—that is, three years before your shop opened—sacked the entire city of Rome!"

"This..." Ollivander's mouth twitched. He instinctively felt that the matter Harry mentioned was unfriendly, but he didn't know how to interject because he had never learned this 'Muggle history'.

"Furthermore, starting from 500 B.C., Rome, including many countries in the Mediterranean, had been at an absolute disadvantage when facing the Celts! This situation did not begin to improve until around 60 B.C., after the emergence of Caesar the Great!"

"So... if your shop was truly established in Britain in 382 B.C., and you came to Britain following the Romans, then your supposedly long-standing and certain ancestors were likely not merchants..."

Harry didn't say the rest. Ollivander was, after all, an elderly man, and he had to leave him some face.

After all, if his ancestors weren't merchants, then whether they were prisoners of war, slaves, or refugees, it probably wouldn't sound very pleasant to him~

Of course, Harry didn't actually know what the true history of the Ollivander family was, but that didn't stop him from using it as an excuse to poke at the old man's mysterious confidence.

Honestly, just move aside and let me get the wand, why block the way like this~

"This... Mr. Granger, I do not understand..." Ollivander's mouth trembled uncontrollably, his body seeming to stoop slightly, yet his eyes stared fixedly at Harry, clearly struggling to suppress his anger!

"Why must you tell me these Muggle histories? You must know, this is quite disrespectful to my ancestors..."

"Mr. Ollivander, I have no intention of disrespecting your ancestors!" Harry met Ollivander's gaze without fear. "I only want to tell you that misinterpreted history can be overturned, and blind confidence is the same! Since your confidence and professionalism cannot help Hermione choose the right wand, why can't you let me try?!"

Having said that, Harry ignored the stunned Ollivander and took Hermione to a certain shelf, helping her select a wand he had already set his sights on.

"Hermione, give it a wave and see~"

"Okay... this, what is this?" Hermione subconsciously took the wand Harry handed her, but felt an inexplicable warmth at her fingertips.

With a light wave, a flash of red light streaked by, and the tip of the wand instantly erupted into a large, beautiful display of fireworks.

For a moment, the room was filled with brilliant, blooming sparks!

Chapter 25: Wands Can Be Shared

"Is this... my wand?"

Carefully examining the wand in her hand, Hermione was incredibly happy.

She had originally thought the previous wand was good enough, but she hadn't expected Harry to actually help her choose one that was even more suitable!

The wand pulsed in her palm as if it were alive, cheering and leaping incessantly.

Seeing Hermione's happy expression, Harry nodded with equal satisfaction.

His guess had been spot on; the sounds he had heard earlier were the calls emitted by the wands.

The call from each wand was different and seemed to contain very special meanings. Harry hadn't known what those meanings were at first, but as Hermione kept trying various wands, he gradually began to discern the clues.

When a wand was held in Hermione's hand, the calling sound of the wand core changed.

Some became silent, some cheered and leaped, and others, like the one in Hermione's hand, were practically screaming!

This calling seemed to be the wand actively communicating with the magic inside Hermione, constantly attempting to achieve some kind of resonance with her.

Harry felt that this must be the principle behind what Ollivander called the wand choosing the wizard.

The previous dragon heartstring wand, to Harry's ears, had already achieved a fairly high level of resonance with Hermione's magic.

And the reason it ultimately did not choose Hermione was not because it hadn't taken a liking to her, but because another wand, with an even more intense call, had forcibly interrupted the dragon heartstring wand's selection!

That's right, it was the very one currently in Hermione's hand!

However, when this wand was grasped in Hermione's hand, Ollivander, standing to the side, was completely stunned!

"This... holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple... this is indeed an extraordinary combination, but... this is simply impossible!"

He paced the room in a flustered and bewildered manner, then suddenly stopped to scrutinize Hermione's face, wanting to know what exactly was different about this girl from a Muggle family!

Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not see what was so unique about Hermione.

"Curious... no, I should say incredible!" Ollivander exclaimed, his face pale. "Miss Granger, why on earth would you be recognized by such a wand?"

"Is there something special about this wand?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"I remember every wand I have ever sold, Miss Granger, every single one. Years ago, I made two wands using two tail feathers from the same phoenix, and one of them is in your hand right now."

Ollivander glanced at Harry, then, as if bracing himself, said: "And the other one, the twin brother of your wand... it was the one that left that scar on Mr. Harry's forehead."