"Long time no see, old man with the wand!" Draco greeted loudly, his tone casual yet familiar.
Mr. Ollivander paused, turned around and saw Draco, then Hermione and Professor Babbling behind him.
" Draco!" Hermione quickly stopped him, then said apologetically, " Mr. Ollivander, I'm sorry, Draco is very disrespectful. Please don't take it to heart."
"It's alright, my dear. I'm already used to Young Master Malfoy's... style," Ollivander waved his hand.
"Besides, the fact that the three of you have come together at this time must mean something extremely important."
His gaze lingered on Professor Babbling for a moment. " Professor Babbling is here too. What a rare guest."
"Well..." Draco shrugged. "I just got some... special new materials, and I can't wait to see if I can make a new wand. I'm a little excited."
"Oh?" Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up instantly. He pushed the shop door open completely again and stepped aside.
The tone also became more enthusiastic:
"Special new materials? Something that even Young Master Malfoy calls 'special,' and that Professor Babbling personally accompanied me... I can't miss that."
"Let's go inside and talk," Draco with a mysterious smile.
The three entered the store.
Draco didn't keep them in suspense any longer and placed the four precious materials from the Ancient Guardians directly on Mr. Ollivander's old counter, which was covered with scratches and Potions stains.
Under the dim yet professional magical lighting in the store, each of the four items emitted an ancient and powerful magical glow.
There seemed to be a subtle resonance between them, causing a slight distortion in the air around the counter.
The moment Ollivander touched the four materials, his face froze. He held his breath, his hands hovering above the materials, as if wanting to touch them, yet afraid of desecrating them.
" Merlin's beard..." Ollivander exclaimed, carefully touching the four materials one by one.
"How was it, old man?" Draco looked at the old man's expression and knew he'd made the right choice, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Wasn't the trip worthwhile?"
"It's not just a worthwhile trip, it's practically the ultimate dream of a rod maker!" Mr. Ollivander suddenly looked up.
He glanced at Draco, then at Hermione and the other woman, before finally settling back onto the counter, his face glowing. "Wands made from these things will surely be recorded in the History of Magic!"
"So, approximately how long will it take to complete manufacturing?"
Professor Babbling asked with concern.
"This requires extremely high precision and patience."
Mr. Ollivander forced himself to calm down from his extreme excitement, rubbing his hands together as he quickly did some calculations.
"The usual process definitely won't work; I have to redesign the internal structure to guide the fusion of completely different materials."
"If everything goes smoothly, it will require at least three hours of uninterrupted work, but if even the slightest deviation occurs..."
"Take your time," Draco interrupted him.
"Strive to create a perfect wand; when that happens, it will be a piece you can be proud of for a lifetime."
"You're right, Draco!" Ollivander said.
"Faced with such material, any haste would be a desecration. I will dedicate all my knowledge to infusing it with soul."
"Then I'll leave it to you," Hermione said.
The three waited quietly inside the store.
Ollivander nodded, said nothing more, carefully gathered the four materials one by one, and turned to walk towards the wooden door at the back of the shop that led to his private workshop.
The only sounds left in the shop were the crisp clanging of tools striking wood and the hissing of flames.
Three hours later,
Mr. Ollivander carefully carried a rectangular wooden box covered with deep purple velvet from his workshop.
The three of them crowded around.
As if performing some kind of ritual, he slowly opened the box, and inside, a magic wand lay quietly.
The staff is made of ancient elven white wood as its core, wrapped with silver patterns of Graphorn fragments, and the staff head is inlaid with a gem of four colors. Flame patterns and Ancient Runes runes intertwine and flow, and just by looking at it, you can feel an ancient and magnificent power.
"Beautiful, truly beautiful!" Draco picked up the wand, and the moment he touched it, he felt an unprecedented sense of harmony.
"Old man, your skills are still as sharp as ever!"
"Hmph, of course." Ollivander removed his goggles, a look of pride on his face.
"To gain the approval of users, especially a picky guy like you, is the highest praise for my skills accumulated over the past few dozen days... no, decades."
"Give it a name!" Ollivander exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Then let's call it... ' The Watcher '!" Draco continued, explaining, "To guard secrets, to maintain balance."
"A good name," Ollivander affirmed.
"May I... try its power?" Draco asked eagerly, his fingers gently rubbing the bone handle.
"It's possible, but you have to be careful!"
Ollivander quickly took two steps back, protecting the mountain of wand boxes behind him with both hands, and anxiously gave him instructions.
"But you'd better be careful, use gentle spells, and whatever you do, don't tear down my century-old shop!"
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Draco smiled confidently, then his eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, " Summoning Charm!"
A surge of golden magic power, several times greater than that of an ordinary wand, erupted suddenly, but there was no sense of strain or effort involved.
A streak of silver-gray light instantly sliced through the air.
A huge wand box, which had been neatly stacked on a high shelf, was suddenly snatched by an invisible giant hand and flew into Draco's hand with an astonishing "whoosh."
The entire process was so smooth and effortless that the wand didn't even make a sound as it cut through the air; the control was so precise it was almost unbelievable.
"Not bad," Draco said, weighing the Accio box in his hand and nodding in satisfaction. "The response speed is extremely fast, the magic output is stable and powerful, and there is absolutely no lag."
Hermione and Professor Babbling were dumbfounded.
" Merlin..." Hermione exclaimed in shock, "That Summoning Charm was at least two or three times stronger than that of an ordinary wizard."
"Is this the power of combining the tokens of the four guardians?" Professor Babbling couldn't help but agree.
Ollivander crossed his arms, wearing a "what's the big deal?" expression. "Of course it's possible! This is ancient material! Although I don't know where you got it from..."
"You figured it out?" Draco asked with a half-smile.
"Who do you think you are, kid?"
Mr. Ollivander feigned anger, but his eyes held a smile.
"I've spent my whole life in the Wizarding World. If I didn't even have this much sense, I would have gone out of business long ago."
"I misspoke," Draco apologized with a smile, adding a compliment, "Only you could recognize such a treasure."
"Hmph, that's more like it."
Mr. Ollivander gave a satisfied hum.