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Ollivander jumped and cautiously reminded him, "Mr. Potter, people in the Wizarding World usually call that person You-Know-Who. You..."

"Say no more. I don't want this wand! Please find me another one!"

Harry directly set down the wand in his hand. Unlike the original story's muddleheaded Savior, kind enough to nearly forgive the enemy who had slaughtered his family, this Harry, influenced by Dudley, possessed a clear and simple sense of morality, good, and evil.

He was extremely repulsed by anything connected to Voldemort.

"Don't rush, Harry!"

Just as Mr. Ollivander was at a loss, Dudley walked over and spoke up.

"Cousin, this wand..." Harry pursed his little lips, confusion written across his small face.

Dudley patted the cowlick on Harry's head and soothed him. "We should first ask Mr. Ollivander about the effects of Twin Wands before making a decision."

"This gentleman is..." Ollivander asked uncertainly.

"Dudley Dursley!"

Dudley gave his name.

At the Leaky Cauldron earlier, everyone had been focused on Harry, and no one had paid Dudley any attention. As a result, Ollivander did not know Dudley's full name.

Giving one's name was a rule at Ollivander's shop.

Ollivander firmly committed to memory the name and wand of every person who bought a wand from his shop.

No matter how much time passed, Ollivander could clearly recite the relevant information, as if he were a computer.

"An excellent question, Mr. Dursley!"

Ollivander liked wizards who paid attention to wand lore, provided they did not pry into his core wandmaking techniques.

He explained, "Twin Wands are extremely peculiar. If the wielders of Twin Wands are friends and cast spells together against an enemy, the power of both their spells will increase tenfold.

"But if the wielders of Twin Wands become enemies, then the spells they cast will cancel each other out, because the wands do not wish to attack their brothers. They have preferences of their own!"

"I understand."

Dudley nodded, then looked at Harry.

Harry immediately understood what his cousin meant. "I get it, Cousin! I'll take this wand!"

"Then, Mr. Ollivander, now that my brother and I have chosen our wands, I have a few more matters to trouble you with..."

Dudley spoke to Mr. Ollivander with decisive efficiency.

"Wait a moment! Mr. Dursley, wait a moment!"

Only then did Ollivander notice the wand box Dudley was holding. What an opinionated customer—he had actually picked out a wand himself!

That would not do! The Ollivander Family would never sell a wand to a wizard who did not match it!

"Mr. Dursley, it is the wand that chooses the wizard! Do you understand? Choosing a wand is a very serious..."

Ollivander spoke with a stern face, but he could not finish his sentence.

Because Dudley opened the long, narrow box in his hand and took out the poplar wand inside.

He held it in his hand and gave it a light flick!

Silver-white sparks burst forth!

Gentle, dazzling, and obedient!

"How is this possible?" Ollivander was dumbfounded.

Dudley had not used any of the Ollivander Family's techniques. He had merely looked around, yet among thousands of wands, he had chosen one that suited him so perfectly?!

He had even chosen it through the wand box!!!

"Please, you must tell me your secret!"

Ollivander was beside himself with excitement. He stepped forward and seized Dudley's hand, his silver-white eyes shining with an intense thirst for knowledge.

"Nothing is difficult for one who puts their heart into it, Mr. Ollivander!" Dudley earnestly bluffed. "Just as you said, the wand chooses the wizard! Then as long as we feel their intentions, we can accurately choose the wand that favors us!

"You and your ancestors created their lives. By all rights, shouldn't it be easier for you to enter their hearts?

"If you could communicate your intentions with the wands, then when choosing wands for wizards in the future, you would not need to keep measuring them with a ruler. You could simply ask which wand favors the visitor most! Your workload would be greatly reduced!"

"So that was how it was done?"

Ollivander fell into a daze, repeatedly pondering the theory Dudley had just made up. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed!

Reasonable! Far too reasonable!

Ollivander was overjoyed. An old man actually began waving his arms and dancing about wildly on the spot, obviously ecstatic.

"Don't start dancing just yet! I still have something to tell you!" Dudley hurriedly pressed down on Ollivander's shoulders, and his powerful strength instantly kept Ollivander from jumping around.

"Say no more! I understand! Thank you, Mr. Dursley, for teaching me such an important secret! You do not need to pay! I'll give you both wands for free!" Ollivander was still delighted—so delighted that he became generous.

"Wonderful! Then give us a few more wands!" Dudley shamelessly pressed his advantage, speaking with a beaming smile.

"Huh?"

Ollivander froze. After a pause, he said, "One person can only possess one wand at a time. Before a wand is damaged, it cannot be replaced. That is a Ministry of Magic regulation.

"At the same time, our family strongly agrees with that regulation. We cannot treat wands like ordinary merchandise and casually sell them in bulk!"

"We aren't being casual! Look out the window!"

Dudley lowered his voice, as though conveying some secret information.

Startled, Ollivander looked through the window toward the entrance outside.

He saw Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the twentieth century, as well as Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister for Magic, turning and leaving in a dashing manner.

"Could it be..." Ollivander formed a guess.

"Shh! Don't say it out loud!" Dudley reminded him mysteriously.

"Very well! Since that is the case, what other wands do you want? Who are they for?"

Ollivander compromised. He believed he had become involved in some major event that could influence the balance of the British Wizarding World.

"That one! And that one!"

Dudley waved the poplar wand he had just acquired and smoothly cast two Accio spells, pulling two wand boxes down from the shelves.

Of the two wands, one was highly compatible with the [Weak Wizard Bloodline] within him. Its wood and core materials were the same as Harry's wand, though they came from a different tree and phoenix, so they were not Twin Wands.

The other had an oak shaft and a unicorn tail hair core. It was made of the same materials as Hagrid's Umbrella Wand and was something Dudley had prepared for his father, Vernon.

After all, he had taken the blood Hagrid had left behind in the underground vault for a reason.

"I'll take these two wands! As for who will use them, that is confidential! Mr. Ollivander, for your own safety, you would be better off not knowing!"

Dudley looked solemn, wearing an expression that said he was only thinking of Ollivander's well-being.

Ollivander fell for it as expected. He shrank back and stopped asking questions. "Take them!"

"There's one more thing!"

As Dudley spoke, he tucked the two newly acquired wands into an inner pocket specially sewn into his coat, then took out Quirrell's cracked wand and placed it before Mr. Ollivander.

"You need to help me determine who this wand belongs to, and then issue me a certificate!"