Ideals Are About Making Big Money

"Alright, next... Mr. Fox, it's your turn."

Ollivander took out another wand, this one jet black. "Ebony, Phoenix Feather, Twelve Inches. A very excellent combination."

Gemini took the wand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and gave it a casual wave.

Bang!

An explosion sounded, and a thick, heavy black smoke enveloped the room.

Ollivander waved his wand, and the black smoke vanished completely. He hastily snatched the wand back from Gemini.

"Clearly, you two are not a match."

Soon, he pulled out another wooden box and handed a wand to Gemini.

"How about this one? Fir wood, Dragon Heartstring – that's right, a wand with the same material and core as Professor McGonagall's. Thirteen and a half inches. It's very suitable for intelligent and wise individuals, especially skilled in Transfiguration..."

Professor McGonagall stared intently at the wand in Gemini's hand. She had a good impression of Gemini, and if the wand material was the same, her impression would be even better.

Whoosh—

Fierce flames instantly ignited Ollivander's hair. Professor McGonagall looked somewhat disappointed.

"Not this one! Not this one!"

He screamed loudly, flicked his wand, and extinguished the flames on his head.

"Hoo..."

"I'm very sorry, sir, are you alright?" Gemini asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Ollivander stated, puffing out his neck. "I like picky and difficult customers like you. It doesn't matter if your personality is a bit eccentric; you'll definitely find the most suitable wand here."

In a short while, Gemini had tried seven or eight wands, but unfortunately, none of them were suitable.

"Try this one? Yew, Dragon Heartstring, thirteen inches. This combination is quite striking. Generally, I rarely make such bold pairings. Wands made of Yew, how should I put it... they are rare, and their chosen owners are always unusual. Even the Dark Lord back then... ahem... unfortunately, that was a very excellent wand."

Ollivander hid behind a pile of wooden boxes, shaking his head and sighing.

"Give it a wave... uh... just a gentle wave..."

Bang!

A spring-loaded fist shot out from the tip of the wand and punched Ollivander square in the face.

Crash!

Ollivander knocked over stacks of wands, covering his eyes in slight disarray.

"May I help you, Sir?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Ollivander got up groggily.

"This is the first time I've seen a first-year so picky," Professor McGonagall said, unable to suppress a smile as she watched Gemini. However, she was happy. The pickier the student, the more outstanding they generally were, though there was also a high degree of uncertainty.

"Actually, I haven't encountered this situation many times either..." Ollivander looked at Gemini with some hesitation. After a few seconds of deliberation, he turned and walked towards the back of the shop.

Soon, he retrieved another wooden box. The box opened, and a wand lay quietly inside.

This was a wand with distinct knuckles, featuring joint-like protrusions along its length, making it straight and slender overall.

Professor McGonagall looked at the wand and opened her mouth, as if to say something.

Noticing Professor McGonagall's expression, Ollivander nodded at her. "Yes, you're not mistaken. This is an Elder Wand. According to legend alone, Elder wood is unsuitable for wands. People always say such wands are unlucky, and there are even legends that say: 'Elder Wand, never prosperous.'"

"However, this saying doesn't hold water. The reason Elder Wand wands have a bad reputation is mainly due to their difficult-to-control nature, which makes it impossible for most untalented wizards to use them."

"But there's no denying that Elder Wand wands are extremely powerful. The legendary Elder Wand was made of Elder wood. Although I'd love to study that wand, its owner has never given me the opportunity."

Ollivander sighed regretfully. "But I still managed to get some information from my old friend Grigoriovich and tried to make a few wands. But it was like an unrepeatable miracle."

"Thestral Tail Hair and Elder wood – one is unsuitable as a core, and the other is unsuitable for a wand, yet together they created the Elder Wand. I tried pairing these two, but the results weren't great. Either they were violently uncontrollable, or they were like a silent dummy, completely unusable."

"In desperation, I had to try other pairings. This is the only Elder Wand I've managed to create successfully. Although I'm not sure what kind of existence the Elder Wand is, the power of this wand is undeniable. Its power is far beyond that of ordinary wands – Elder wood, Phoenix Feather, thirteen inches."

The moment Gemini reached out and took the wand, his eyebrows shot up.

He couldn't feel his hand, or rather, his perception told him that the wand was his hand. It was a strange perceptual illusion, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Holding the wand with its distinct knuckles, Gemini flicked his wrist. Instantly, brilliant golden-red flames erupted, and a bright ring of fire enveloped Gemini. The flickering flames were bright and warm, illuminating the entire room before transforming into specks of golden light and slowly dissipating.

"Ah... how beautiful!"

Ollivander stared entranced at the wand in Gemini's hand. After a long while, he looked at Gemini with a completely serious expression.

"Mr. Fox, Elder Wand wands have always been picky, and Phoenix Feather wands are even more so. However, the loyalty of Phoenix Feather wands is also renowned. This powerful and loyal wand has chosen you. It can be foreseen that you will achieve outstanding accomplishments in the future – may I ask, do you have any aspirations?"

Gemini, playing with the wand with satisfaction, looked up at Ollivander when he heard this. "Make a lot of money."

Ollivander: "..."

You impudent brat!

How dare you insult my wand like this!

How can such an excellent wand be with such a vulgar person? Give me back my Elder Wand!!

Leaving Ollivander's wand shop, Gemini looked at the Elder Wand in his hand, feeling a mix of excited joy and slight disappointment.

He was excited because he had fulfilled a childhood wish from his past life; starting today, he was a wizard.

He was disappointed that, unlike the protagonists in fanfiction, he hadn't found some divine artifact made by his father or grandfather at Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Shouldn't the normal progression be that he'd be recognized by some ancient, forgotten wand, followed by a flash of golden light, with the crowd screaming "666, this kid is terrifying!" and the protagonist transforming into an awesome, badass hero?

Although this wand was made of yew, making it a bit picky and a bit powerful, it was still fundamentally an ordinary wand…

Don't be fooled by Ollivander's mystical words; he's a wand seller, how could he possibly say his wands were bad?

Something about him having great achievements in the future…

He had said the same thing to Harry Potter.

However, Gemini wasn't too bothered by this matter, as in the weapon shop, the Elder Wand only cost nine Galleons each.

That's right, if Gemini wanted to, he could wholesale the Elder Wand anytime…

Most of the items in the weapon shop weren't much higher than their cost price, which brought Gemini a bit of solace.