Ollivander? Wands!

Before long.

The two of them arrived at a quaint shop.

Small and shabby.

The golden sign above the door had already faded.

It read:

Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

That was right. This was the place!

If you wanted to buy a wand in Diagon Alley, this was where you had to go.

Ollivander, the best wandmaker in all of Britain.

Most Hogwarts students had wands made by him.

Standing in front of such a famous shop.

Devero felt rather excited.

He followed Snape into the shop.

[Secret Realm—Diagon Alley Exploration: 35.1%]

Devero raised an eyebrow.

This place had given him the most exploration progress of any shop he had entered in Diagon Alley.

The information density here must be really high!

They had only just stepped inside.

A series of clinks and clanks rang out from somewhere in the back of the shop.

The shop was tiny.

Apart from a bench.

There was nothing else.

Snape told Devero to sit on the bench and wait.

He remained standing.

Devero looked around curiously.

At the piles of long, narrow boxes stacked almost to the ceiling.

If Snape hadn't been beside him.

He would have gone over to rummage through them already.

Suddenly.

The sound of wood knocking against wood and a pulley turning rang out.

An old man with eyes as large as coins appeared before them.

"Good morning, gentlemen."

His voice was very gentle.

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander."

Devero stood up from the bench and said.

[Name: Garrick Ollivander]

[Age: 61]

[Spell Library:...]

[Traits: Magic Ability (Blue), Born Wandmaker (Gold)]

[Born Wandmaker (Gold): Born to make wands, with wandmaking in his blood. He will make lifelong companions for countless wizards.]

Devero wasn't surprised at all that Ollivander had a gold trait.

After all, his family had passed down the craft of wandmaking for generations.

In the original story.

Almost every Hogwarts student's wand had been made by him.

He really was impressive.

Without hesitation.

Devero wanted to copy both of his traits!

But unfortunately.

He could only copy one blue trait.

The gold trait was still on cooldown.

But when Ollivander appeared before Devero.

Devero suddenly had a strange feeling.

As if he could hear countless voices, full of magical energy, whispering throughout the room.

"Hmm, a new face. Perhaps no one in your family has bought a wand from me before?"

Before Devero could listen more closely.

Ollivander walked up to the two of them.

Those large eyes fixed on Devero.

He didn't even blink.

The stare made Devero's skin crawl.

"His name is Devero Alexander. His mother is French and his father is Chinese, so he hasn't bought a wand here before."

Snape said in a low voice.

Ollivander looked up and immediately recognized Snape.

"Severus! Severus Snape! It feels like only yesterday that I sold you your wand. Birch wood, thirteen and a half inches, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

Snape kept his voice just as gloomy.

Ollivander's presence seemed to make him uncomfortable.

Of course, Devero suspected that everyone made him uncomfortable.

"Hmm, throughout Europe, birch twigs are used to drive away evil spirits. At ceremonies, birch wands are also used to banish ancient ghosts. They have an air of holiness and beauty about them."

Ollivander acted as if he hadn't noticed Snape's expression.

He began telling Devero all about birch wood.

Snape's expression grew even gloomier.

He turned and walked straight out the shop door.

Devero stood helplessly beside the bench.

After his long explanation.

Ollivander smiled faintly.

"I've always believed that a person's character is reflected in the wand they choose. Oh, of course, the wand chooses the wizard."

He turned his gaze to Devero.

"Now then, Mr. Alexander, which hand do you usually use?"

As he spoke, several measuring tapes floated into the air.

"My right."

Devero replied.

"Good. Don't be afraid. Just cooperate with them."

The measuring tapes quickly measured Devero from head to toe.

Throughout the process.

Ollivander nodded repeatedly.

He scribbled notes in a small book.

Then he turned and stepped into the pile of boxes.

After rummaging around.

He took out a box.

He removed a wand and handed it to Devero.

"Here, this wand should suit you. Oak and Dragon Heartstring, eleven inches, very rigid."

Devero had an immediate feeling when he looked at it.

He felt as though the wand was too heavy for him.

He took it.

And gave it a casual wave.

A spark shot out at once.

It smashed a chandelier on the ceiling to pieces.

Devero immediately felt completely uncoordinated.

As if the entire right side of his body had grown much heavier.

"No, no, no. It's powerful, but unbalanced!"

Ollivander snatched the wand away.

Then he took another wand from the pile of boxes.

"Try this one. Cherry Wood and Water Serpent Nerve, eight and a quarter inches, much more flexible."

Devero could already tell that this wand felt a little too light.

Before he had even properly taken it.

Ollivander seemed to think so too.

Before Devero could touch it.

He whisked it away.

After trying several wands in a row.

None of them suited him.

"No, no, this won't do. How could I have thought that...? What a picky customer."

Muttering to himself, Ollivander went straight to the very back of the shop.

"What... You think he's too exceptional? Hmm, perhaps this really is the only one that will suit you. French... Chinese..."

As he spoke, he took out an old-fashioned wooden box.

He lifted a wand from inside.

Its wooden surface had a fine, even grain with a faint purple sheen.

The wand's shape was smooth and elegant, and the handle was slightly thicker for a better grip.

The moment Devero saw it, he felt drawn to it.

He had never received any training in wandmaking.

But at that moment, he knew this wand had been made for him.

"Rosewood. I had originally planned to pair it with Unicorn Hair, but somehow it became a wand on its own. It's very unusual. It's rather picky, but I think it might just happen to suit you."

Devero took it.

At once, he felt as if the wand were an extension of his own body!

It was nothing like the previous wands, which had made him feel terribly uncoordinated.

As he held this wand.

He even felt lighter on his feet.

As if his body had grown stronger.

He gave it a casual wave.

The whole shop seemed to tremble slightly.

A thought suddenly came to Devero.

"Reparo!"

Devero aimed at the glass shards on the floor and cast the first spell of his life.

At once, the shards scattered across the shop.

They flew into the air.

Quickly fitted themselves together, and became the chandelier that had just hung from the ceiling.

Ollivander was stunned by the astonishing sight.

Even several passersby outside the shop stopped to watch.

After all, a child who looked to be only eleven years old.

Had cast such a flawless Scourgify with such ease.

It was truly astonishing!

"Merlin's beard! What have I just witnessed? This wand will only acknowledge a truly gifted master—and one with talent in several fields, at that. Only then will it agree to serve. It seems, Mr. Alexander, that your wand has recognized your potential."

After his initial shock.

Ollivander calmly spoke to Devero.

Devero was also very shocked.

He had to admit, this wand knew how to pick them.

Devero was now a Magic Prodigy and Potion Prodigy—a future star of the Wizarding World.

It was only natural that he could use this wand.

But Devero's face was still alight with barely contained excitement.

After all, this was his first time using this spell.

And according to the system panel, he had only just begun to learn it.

Could the wand have given him an extra boost?

Could it increase his chances of successfully casting spells?

At the thought, he could hardly wait to open his spellbook.

He wanted to try every spell in it.

But he held himself back. Now wasn't the time.

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander. I may have made a mess of your shop. How much is this wand...?"

He tamped down his excitement.

Only then did Devero realize that Snape was no longer standing outside the shop.

So how was he supposed to pay?

No way. Had he really just found the wand he wanted,

only to have to slink outside and fetch Snape to pay for it?

Devero thought that would be mortifying.

Just as he was at a loss for what to do,

Ollivander said with a smile,

"It's all right, Mr. Alexander. Professor Snape already paid for it. I saw him head to the left. You can go find him over there."