Holy Magic, Goblin Wand

At this moment, Charle had already taken the Beechwood and Dragon Heartstring wand Ollivander handed him.

Expectation shone in Ollivander's eyes, and a smile spread across his face.

He was already imagining how, when Charle achieved fame and greatness in the future, accomplishing feats comparable to or even surpassing Dumbledore's, people would eagerly discuss the wand in Charle's hand.

The birth of another Dumbledore would add another brilliant stroke to the reputation of Ollivander's Wands.

Gregorovitch?

Eat shit!

As he imagined those scenes, Ollivander's smile grew even brighter.

His gaze settled on Charle, determined to remember every detail so he could record it in his precious memoirs someday.

Perhaps these records might even remain in Magical History!

Yet when Ollivander turned his gaze over, the sight before him left him completely stunned.

Charle also sighed softly.

Just moments ago, the dazzling radiance of the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell had surfaced in his mind. He had wanted to test whether this Beechwood and Dragon Heartstring wand could withstand the incredibly extreme magical power of the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell.

But before the spell had even taken shape, a faint crack appeared along the wand's shaft.

It was not merely on the surface; the inside was likely riddled with cracks as well.

It seemed that the wand Charle had used before had not shattered after casting the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell because it had sustained some kind of damage. Rather, the magical nature of the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell was simply too extreme for ordinary wands to bear.

Charle turned to Ollivander.

"Mr. Ollivander, sorry, but this wand seems to have broken."

"I warned you."

The smile on Ollivander's face slowly froze, then turned into disbelief.

Ollivander had seen wands shatter during duels, but such cases were exceedingly rare, almost always occurring when powerful wizards' spells clashed.

But for a young wizard to cause a wand to break while merely testing it?

Such a thing was truly unheard of.

Neither Dumbledore's wand nor the mysterious person's wand had ever encountered such a situation.

Ollivander stared wide-eyed at Charle.

Was this the genius young wizard even Dumbledore had praised?

Even the process of testing a wand was this extraordinary?!

A moment later, Ollivander grew excited.

He took the shattered Beechwood wand and examined it closely for a while, the shock in his eyes becoming increasingly apparent.

"This seems to have shattered because of some exceedingly powerful magical power—one that could even be called holy in nature."

"Like an eternally brilliant beam of light..."

Muttering under his breath, Ollivander hurriedly searched out another wand and handed it to Charle.

"Try this one. A Birchwood shaft with Unicorn Mane."

Birchwood carried connotations of holiness and ritual, and was considered especially suitable for casting Patronus Charms, healing spells, and the like.

Wand cores made from Unicorn Mane were much the same, suitable for casting holy, powerful, benevolent magic.

It had to be said that Ollivander had some real skill to be one of Europe's Three Great Wandmakers.

Charle had shattered the wand while testing the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell, and a trace of its magic had remained within it. It possessed exceptional restraint against darkness, which was why Ollivander had brought out a wand whose shaft and core were both suited to Holy Spells.

Unfortunately, the extremity of the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell's magic still exceeded the limits of Ollivander's imagination.

When Charle grasped the Birchwood wand and once more attempted to draw upon the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell—

The wand gave a faint tremble.

A hair-thin crack appeared at its tip.

Ollivander immediately stopped Charle.

"No need to continue. This wand actually cannot withstand your holy magic either."

"Merlin's beard, Mr. Charle, you will certainly become the nemesis of darkness in the future!"

"Let me think, let me think some more..."

Upon hearing Ollivander's assessment of Charle, the last trace of worry in Professor McGonagall's heart vanished.

Dumbledore had asked her to report what kind of wand suited Charle. Beyond simple curiosity, he had more importantly intended to uncover Charle's true nature through this process.

According to the theory of wandlore, wands and wizards were mutually suited to one another.

The kind of wand a wizard matched could also reveal the essence of that wizard's character.

For instance, Voldemort had matched with a Yew wand in his youth.

That wood carried the implication of "rebirth," as though it were a prophecy revealing Voldemort's deepest desire.

If Charle had matched with a Yew or Elder Wand, then given past precedents, Dumbledore would certainly have been more guarded against him.

With such talent, if he were to follow Voldemort's old path as well, it would truly be a disaster for the Wizarding World.

Professor McGonagall had been faintly worried about this just now. Only when Ollivander personally stated that Charle's magic was incomparably holy—so holy that even a Birchwood wand with a Unicorn Mane core could not withstand it—did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, as though caught in a tremendous dilemma, Ollivander kept rummaging through wand boxes, pulling out one wand after another that he believed might suit Charle.

But unfortunately, no matter which wand it was, none could withstand the extreme magic leaking from the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell.

Even if one could barely cast the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell, it would probably be ruined after no more than one or two uses.

Not only could Ollivander not permit such a thing to happen, Charle would never agree to it either.

Who wanted to change wands every day?

And if that problem cropped up at a critical moment in battle, or worse, if his spell rebounded off his shattered wand like Ron and Lockhart's had in the original story, it would be a complete joke.

What was more, even a wand capable of withstanding the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell might not fully satisfy Charle.

After all, the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell was merely his most powerful spell at present. With Deep Blue in hand, he would certainly possess more spells in the future that surpassed the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell in power.

Furthermore, the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell was extremely holy and the nemesis of darkness, but his other powerful spells might not necessarily be so.

A wand here at Ollivander's Wands that suited the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell might not necessarily suit his other spells.

Charle's brow furrowed slightly.

Perhaps the wands here at Ollivander's—or rather, his entire theory of wandmaking—did not suit his circumstances?

After nearly twenty wands had shattered in succession, it was not only Charle who began to doubt. Even Ollivander started to question something.

Could it be that, for the first time in history, he was going to be stumped by a young wizard and fail to find a wand that matched him?

Just then, a wand box utterly different from the others in Ollivander's Wand Shop emerged from beneath the pile of wands.

The box was of a typical goblin style, inlaid with gold, silver, and gemstones. It was exceptionally ornate; one could tell at a glance that the box alone was worth a fortune.

The moment he saw that box, it was as if lightning flashed through Ollivander's mind.

"If it's this wand, it will definitely work!"

"It's just that this wand was acquired by my ancestor from the goblins. It wasn't made by the Ollivander Family..."

After hesitating for a moment, Ollivander gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, enough worrying about it. Gregorovitch once held a wand and claimed it was invincible."

"If he can do that, why can't I?"

Then Ollivander opened the box.

A fifteen-inch wand, silver throughout and covered in mysterious openwork patterns, appeared before Charle.