The Ideal Is Making Big Money

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

Ollivander took out another jet-black wand. "Ebony, phoenix tail feather, twelve inches long. This is a truly excellent combination."

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

Bang!

An explosion rang out, and thick, heavy black smoke filled the room.

With a flick of his wand, Ollivander cleared away every trace of the smoke, then hurriedly snatched the wand from Gemini's hand.

"Clearly, you two aren't suited to each other."

Before long, he rummaged out another wooden box and took a wand from it, handing it to Gemini.

"How about this one? Fir wood, dragon heartstring—yes, the same wood and core as Professor McGonagall's wand. Thirteen and a half inches, very suitable for bright and wise people, especially skilled in Transfiguration..."

Professor McGonagall stared intently at the wand in Gemini's hand. She already thought rather highly of Gemini, and if his wand was made of the same materials as hers, she liked him even more.

Whoosh—

A roaring blaze instantly set Ollivander's hair on fire. Professor McGonagall looked a little disappointed.

"Not this one! Not this one!"

He shrieked loudly and flicked his wand, extinguishing the flames on his head.

"Whew..."

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. Are you all right?" Gemini asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Ollivander stiffened his neck. "I like customers as picky and troublesome as you. It doesn't matter if your personality is a little peculiar. I'll definitely find the wand that suits you best."

Before long, Gemini had tried seven or eight wands. Unfortunately, not a single one was suitable.

"Try this one. Yew wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches long. This is quite an outstanding combination. Generally speaking, I rarely make such bold pairings. A yew wand... how should I put it? They're very rare, and the masters they choose are always extraordinary. Even The Dark Lord back then... Ahem... What a pity. That was an excellent wand."

Ollivander hid behind a pile of wooden boxes, shaking his head with a clicking sigh.

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

Bang!

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

Crash—

Ollivander knocked over stack after stack of wands, covering one eye in a somewhat sorry state.

"May I help you, sir?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Ollivander got to his feet, looking dazed.

"This is the first time I've seen a new student this picky." Professor McGonagall looked at Gemini with barely concealed amusement, though she was pleased. Generally speaking, the pickier the new student, the more outstanding they were—though they were also far less predictable.

"To tell the truth, I haven't encountered many myself..." Ollivander looked at Gemini hesitantly. After several seconds of deliberation, he turned and walked toward the back of the shop.

Soon, he returned with another wooden box. When he opened it, a wand lay quietly inside.

It was a wand with distinct knuckle-like segments, its shaft covered in protrusions like joints. Overall, it was straight and slender.

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

Noticing Professor McGonagall's expression, Ollivander nodded at her. "Yes, you aren't mistaken. This is an elder wand. According to legend alone, elder is unsuitable for wandmaking. People always say such wands are unlucky. There's even a saying: an elder wand shall never prosper."

"However, that claim doesn't hold water. Elder wands have a poor reputation mainly because they are difficult to master, leaving most untalented wizards completely unable to use them."

"But there is no denying that elder wands are exceptionally powerful. The legendary Elder Wand was made from elder wood. Though I would dearly like to study that wand, its owner has never given me the chance."

Ollivander sighed regretfully. "Still, I managed to get some information from my old friend Grigoriovich and attempted to make several wands. Yet it seemed to be an impossible miracle to replicate."

"Thestral Tail Hair and elder wood—one is unsuitable as a wand core, while the other is unsuitable for making wands. Yet together, they produced the Elder Wand. I tried combining the two, but the results were not very good. Either they were too violent to control, or they were like a sealed gourd, completely unusable."

"With no other choice, I could only try different combinations. This is the only elder wand I can count as a success. Though I don't know what kind of existence the Elder Wand is, there is no doubt about this wand's power. It far surpasses ordinary wands—elder wood, phoenix tail feather, thirteen inches long."

The instant Gemini reached out and took the wand, his eyebrows rose.

He could no longer feel his hand. Or rather, his perception told him that the wand was his hand. It was a strange cognitive illusion, but not an unpleasant one.

Holding the knuckled wand, Gemini gave his wrist a gentle flick. In an instant, dazzling golden-red flames burst forth. A bright ring of fire enveloped Gemini, its dancing flames brilliant and warm. After illuminating the entire room, they turned into flecks of golden light and slowly faded away.

"Ha... How beautiful!"

Ollivander gazed blankly at the wand in Gemini's hand. Only after a long while did he look at Gemini with complete seriousness.

"Mr. Fox, elder wands have always been picky, and phoenix tail feather wands even more so. But phoenix tail feather wands are also renowned for their loyalty. This powerful and loyal wand has chosen you. It is foreseeable that you will surely achieve great things in the future—if I may ask, do you have any ideals?"

Gemini played with the wand in satisfaction. At that, he looked up and glanced at Ollivander. "Making big money."

Ollivander: "..."

Insolent brat!

How dare he insult my wand like this!

How could such an outstanding wand follow someone so vulgar? Give my elder wand back!!

After leaving Ollivander's wand shop, Gemini looked at the elder wand in his hand. He felt both thrilled and a little disappointed.

He was thrilled because he had fulfilled a childhood wish from his previous life. From today onward, he was a wizard too.

He was disappointed because, unlike the protagonists of those fanfictions, he had not discovered some divine artifact made by his father or grandfather in Ollivander's wand shop.

Wasn't the normal progression supposed to be an ancient lost wand recognizing him, followed by a burst of golden light as the crowd went wild, shouting things like, "666! This kid is terrifying!" Then the protagonist would transform into some ridiculously overpowered badass?

Although this wand was elder wood, a little picky, and a little powerful, it was still essentially an ordinary wand...

Don't be fooled by how mysterious Ollivander made it sound. He sold wands—could he possibly say the wands he made were no good?

All that stuff about how Gemini would surely achieve great things in the future...

He had said the same thing to Harry Potter.

Still, Gemini did not dwell too much on it. After all, in the Weapon Shop, the Elder Wand only cost nine Galleons apiece.

That's right. If Gemini wanted, he could wholesale Elder Wands anytime he pleased...

Most goods in the Weapon Shop sold for only a little more than their cost price, which gave Gemini a small measure of comfort.