Orphan of the Eternal Realm Becomes a Magical Celestial Dragon

Ollivander listened to Hermione's earnest request and showed a trace of apology. "I'm sorry, miss, but I don't offer custom services here. We have wands in every possible combination, though. If you wanted, you could keep trying them until next year. It's no different from having one made to order."

Hermione slowly raised a hand and pointed at Kane, who was playing with a wand. "Then what about him?"

Kane, suddenly caught in the crossfire, pointed his wand at himself. "Me?"

Ollivander looked somewhat embarrassed. He should not have spoken so absolutely just now. Still, not making custom wands for people at random was indeed his rule, so he could only reply awkwardly, "He's different."

Hermione instantly wilted. Her parents' upbringing had taught her the basic rules of how the world worked at a young age. Those standing high above truly could enjoy privileges that ordinary people never could.

A comfortable life, elite education... she had not expected that even the very first step into the magical world would be divided into ranks.

"Then help me choose a wand." Hermione no longer wanted to say another word to these foul Celestial Dragons. She only wanted to get her own wand as quickly as possible, then plunge headfirst into the ocean of knowledge and endlessly absorb everything within it.

From this tiny wand shop alone, she could see just how deeply entrenched the wizarding world's class hierarchy was. The only thing she could rely on now was the learning ability she had always been proud of. If she did not waste even a moment and kept studying, perhaps she might one day catch a glimpse of the taillights of those so-called pure-blood Celestial Dragons.

Fortunately, Ron had no idea what Hermione was thinking. As a genuine pure-blood little wizard from old Britain, if he knew Hermione considered pure-bloods like them so incredible, he would not know whether to feel proud or ashamed.

Seeing that Hermione's expression was clearly off, Kane immediately wanted to slip out of the wand shop. Hermione felt like a powder keg right now.

And Mr. Ollivander, who had lit the fuse, clearly did not see it that way. After hesitating again and again, he decided that being able to see two unheard-of alchemical materials—Living Wood and Nightmare Fuel—during his lifetime was a gift from fate.

And Kane, who had brought him those two gifts, should not be charged for it. Ollivander was a craftsman first, and a merchant second.

Then, amid Kane and Harry's bewilderment, Ron's surprise, and Hermione's look of a revolutionary staring at a wicked landlord and a pitiful tenant farmer, Ollivander placed a small cloth bag filled with Galleons into Kane's hands.

"To be able to create works like these is reward enough for me. Don't think it's too little, child." As Ollivander spoke, he crouched down and gave Kane a hug.

"I don't know why, but just now I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck. It was like murderous intent was quietly coming for me," Kane said gloomily as they left Ollivanders.

"Perhaps it was that little witch, Hermione Granger. Well, if I'd received such unfair treatment when I was young, I'd be angry too," Hagrid said.

"Forget about her. I need to go to Gringotts. Hagrid, come with me." Kane looked at the Galleons in his hand. He happened to be two gold nuggets short for making a science machine. Now that he had money, perhaps he could buy some at Gringotts. And with Hagrid there, he would not have to worry about the goblins bullying a child like him.

"I don't understand, but no problem."

The four of them took a trip through Gringotts and soon came back out. The difference was that Kane now had two gold nuggets in his pocket, while the Galleons Ollivander had given him... were all gone.

"Oh, I heard someone say Kane gave that stuck-up brat from the Malfoy family a thorough lesson. Is that true?"

The sentence had been formed from two voices. Kane turned toward its source and saw the twins from the Weasley family. They had a very distinctive way of speaking.

"I can only say that if you didn't see it, you missed out big time. Kane's shadow lifted Malfoy straight to the ceiling, and he couldn't get down. In the end, Malfoy's father had to come apologize to Kane before it was settled."

Ron immediately launched into a vivid retelling of what had happened at the ice cream shop, leaving the Weasley family thoroughly shocked.

"I can't believe Lucius Malfoy actually knows how to say the word 'apologize.' What a strange thing," Mr. Weasley murmured in amazement.

Unlike when both sets of parents ran into each other on the street and chatted for half the day, the Weasley family only exchanged a few words with Kane's group before leaving. They took away no cloud, but they did take Ron with them.

In the courtyard of the Leaky Cauldron, only Kane, Harry, and Hagrid remained.

Hagrid stroked his great beard. "Professor McGonagall told me that you didn't have a very good life with that Muggle household, is that right?"

Harry looked helpless. "That depends on how you define it. I never received even the slightest bit of respect there, but I wasn't really hurt badly either. Not unless Dudley was involved."

"If that's the case, I imagine you don't want to go back to their house. So you can choose to stay here, at the Leaky Cauldron. They offer rooms, and meals are included too." Hagrid started toward the back door of the pub as he spoke.

Harry was delighted at first, then suddenly remembered that his brother was probably sleeping under some bridge and eating rubbish in a corner somewhere. Naturally, he had to help him out.

"A double room. Kane's staying too," Harry added.

"But Kane has somewhere to stay," Hagrid replied.

"Maybe under a bridge somewhere. In any case, it definitely isn't as comfortable as sleeping here. I have money now. I can't just stand by and watch him suffer." Harry patted his chest and arranged everything for Kane like an older brother taking charge.

"Er, Kane, what do you say?" Hagrid looked at Kane awkwardly. What could he say? Sleeping in bunk beds always made him feel like merchandise on a supermarket shelf. Now that he had a new place to stay, of course he was moving immediately.

"I need to bring back some of my things before I move," Kane said.

Harry had wanted to say that he would cover everything and buy all-new things, like the domineering CEOs in those melodramatic soap operas Aunt Petunia watched. But then he remembered that not everything could be measured in money, and that many things carried feelings poured into them inside and out, so he said nothing.

He merely booked a room on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron in advance and waited for Kane to bring his things back.

Before long, at Hogwarts, in Dumbledore's bedroom, Kane briskly packed up his campfire, stuffing the stones and firewood directly into his pockets. If he could, he would have liked to pry up the floorboards and take those too.

As for whether suddenly setting up the campfire back at the Leaky Cauldron would deepen Harry's impression that he slept rough on the streets...

Between pride and survival, survival naturally mattered more.

Unlike the lively bustle in the bedroom, Dumbledore sat in his office, helplessly pinching the bridge of his nose. Perhaps that might straighten his crooked nose for a moment.

He had originally wanted to observe Kane's strange magical form up close. Yet after Kane went out today, he came back only to move away. What a mess.

Naturally, he could not blame Hagrid. He had never told him any of this before.

Soon, Kane emerged from the bedroom. Dumbledore smiled. "Have you packed everything?"

"I still need to go to the Forbidden Forest and chop some wood," Kane replied.

Dumbledore's expression changed. Things like treefolk were easy enough for Hogwarts professors to deal with, but for the ordinary wizards of Diagon Alley, handling such creatures would be rather difficult.

He had to stop him!