Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

Ollivander finally could not help interrupting Darren when he was about to kiss his wand.

"What is it?"

Darren looked up curiously.

He did not think there was anything strange about Azure Dragon knowing he would arrive.

Wizards existed in this world. Perhaps there really were immortals in the East!

"You have to buy it!"

Ollivander emphasized his words.

Darren rolled his eyes.

Did he take him for some broke loser?

As if anyone could not afford one of his wands!

"How much?"

Darren asked grandly.

"Ten thousand Galleons!"

What?

Darren's legs went weak, and he nearly fell onto Peeves.

Was Ollivander planning to make back all the dividends he had paid over the years from him?

He remembered that Harry Potter's Phoenix tail feather wand had only cost seven Galleons. Why was his ten thousand?

With ten thousand Galleons, he could probably buy Madam Malkin's tailor shop!

"Oh, oh, oh, my poor little Darren. That was Mr. Azure Dragon's request. This is the letter my friend sent. You can take a look."

Ollivander had known Darren would react this way. To be honest, he had reacted the same way when he first saw his friend's demand.

At the time, he had wondered what fool would buy something like this.

Tsk.

Darren took the letter Ollivander handed him and saw the handwriting on it.

It went on and on about karma, retribution, and reincarnation. He felt something was off, and between the lines, he found two words: pay up.

They were treating him like a sucker!

He Chose Wrong

Ollivander had not lied to Darren.

They really had asked for ten thousand Galleons, and not all of that money would go to Ollivander. Half would go to Ollivander, while the other half had to be mailed to them.

Ollivander said Darren did not have to buy it and could choose either of the other two wands. Those two were very cheap.

His tone was fairly sincere.

He clearly was not trying to fool Darren.

Darren let out a heavy sigh. If he could, he wanted to put this wand down too.

But when he thought of that Azure Dragon's figure, his heart stirred shamefully.

Damn it, if it did not work well, once he made it big, he would definitely go find that dragon and demand a refund!

"Peeves, pay up..."

Darren said painfully as he looked at Peeves.

Peeves took it rather well.

Back when it had followed Master James, they would spend tens of thousands of Galleons at the drop of a hat.

And they had bought impractical things like figurines.

Little Master Darren had already spent very little.

The only problem was that it had to put making money on the agenda.

After paying 9,999 Galleons and 493 Knuts, Ollivander finally told Darren the message that Azure Dragon had asked him to pass on.

It was the title of a book.

"Journey to the West."

Darren waited for Ollivander to tell him more, but Ollivander merely shrugged, indicating that he did not know either.

"I researched that book. I know it was an ancient Eastern novel.

"But I truly do not understand what it means. I think perhaps that Azure Dragon left it as a trap to make people fork over ten thousand Galleons?"

Ollivander looked teasing.

He clearly truly believed that was the case.

After all, he had made this wand ten years ago. During the first few years, he often studied it.

He had even learned Chinese for it, yet it had been completely useless.

Darren secretly looked down on him. How could you possibly fully grasp the vast depth of Chinese?

One minute later.

Clutching his ten thousand Galleons—no, his wand—Darren walked out looking as though he had been hollowed out.

As he left, Ollivander quickly wrote two letters and sent them out.

One was sent to the East, along with five thousand Galleons.

The other was sent to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts.

In Dumbledore's office.

An Owl dropped off a letter.

An aged hand eagerly opened it.

Dear Albus:

I received that child. Just as you guessed, he caused a great stir in the wand shop. He nearly took all my treasures away.

You read that correctly, all of them!

He resonated with every wand, including some exceptionally evil ones.

I do not know whether this is good or bad. I can only leave the judgment to you.

However, what surprised me was that he had no interest whatsoever in those powerful, evil wands. He only liked wands that symbolized kindness.

Perhaps he is crafting a persona as a good person?

Just kidding. No one would give up powerful strength for some so-called persona, not even you.

All right, Albus, forgive me. I am not accusing you. I am simply too angry.

Do you know?

To receive this child, I am about to lose nearly a hundred thousand Galleons. Heaven, just thinking of that number makes my heart violently resist.

Never mind. I do not want to discuss this matter with you anymore. The moment it comes up, my heart aches as if it is being cut by knives.

Also, he took the wand I showed you long ago and paid ten thousand Galleons for it. I think he was scammed; that wand is not worth nearly that much.

But you understand, wizards can choose wands too. He liked that wand very much.

All right, that is all. I need to take a good look at the Galleons I have stored in Gringotts. Perhaps as soon as tomorrow, I may lose more than half of them.

Your friend: Garrick Ollivander

Dumbledore put down the envelope and wrote his reply very slowly.

He seemed to weigh every single word.

At last, he finished his reply.

He summoned an Owl and sent the letter to his friend, Ollivander.

"Dumbledore, is there something wrong with that child?"

A portrait on the wall suddenly asked.

Written beneath her portrait were the words: 1741–1768, Dilys Derwent.

She was Hogwarts' only female headmistress and also a renowned healer.

Her portrait also hung at St. Mungo's.

Dumbledore looked at her and shook his head, speaking lightly.

"No. There is nothing wrong with Darren at all. I simply do not want word to spread that he made every wand tremble."