Sebastian stood on the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, looking up at the sign of Mr. Ollivander's shop.
The shop sign was mottled and old, as if it had endured countless years.
Twisted golden letters shimmered slightly in the sunlight, as if greeting every Wizard about to step into the Wizarding World.
"Ollivander's Wand Shop: Makers of Fine Wands Since 328 BC"
Pushing open the old wooden door, the wind chimes on the door gently rang, emitting a long tinkling sound, and a faint smell of dust and the fresh scent of ancient wood immediately filled the shop.
Looking around, the layout of Ollivander's shop remained the same; hundreds of rectangular wooden boxes were piled on the shelves all around, each containing a wand, awaiting the arrival of its next destined owner.
With the start of school approaching, most of the young Wizards had already made their purchases, and the shop was exceptionally quiet.
As Sebastian surveyed the shop, Ollivander silently emerged from behind the shelves.
He was as old in appearance as the shop itself, with a gaunt frame, a head full of grey hair, and eyes hidden deep in their sockets, like glowing glass beads.
Despite no longer being young, his movements were still agile, and his gaze remained sharp.
As soon as he saw Sebastian, a smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Swan, it's been a long time since I've seen you."
"I still remember the wand you bought when you first came to the shop," Ollivander's voice was soft and low.
"Twelve inches, vine wood, a very rare material among wands; its owner always has noble pursuits and possesses foresight beyond ordinary people."
"A Dragon heartstring, a powerful core, capable of casting remarkably brilliant magic."
"That was one of my representative works when I was young, and I always hoped that an owner worthy of it would buy it."
Ollivander looked at Sebastian with a smile: "I'm very happy it followed you and shone brightly in your hands."
"What do you wish to buy today? A wand care kit? Or would you like me to check the health of your wand?"
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Ollivander, please take a look at my wand first," Sebastian smiled slightly, handing over his wand.
Mr. Ollivander carefully took the wand, as if touching a precious work of art.
He gently stroked the surface of the wand with his fingertips, examined it carefully for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Your wand is in very good condition, healthy and sturdy, but it seems to have cast an extremely powerful spell, causing it a little damage."
"But it doesn't matter, give me half an hour, and I can restore it to its original state, and also give your wand a full care treatment, how about it?"
"Yes, no problem, I'll just wait here for a bit," Sebastian smiled slightly, agreeing to Mr. Ollivander's request.
He was very comfortable using this wand, and since it was damaged, it needed to be repaired as soon as possible.
Mr. Ollivander's craftsmanship was extremely superb; in no time, he handed the repaired wand back to Sebastian.
After repair and care, the entire wand was as good as new, its surface seemingly covered with a faint glow.
"Mr. Ollivander, your craftsmanship is still as superb."
Waving it lightly twice, Sebastian casually put the wand into its holster, then looked at Mr. Ollivander.
"Actually, I came today because I want to buy a new wand."
A new wand?
Mr. Ollivander said doubtfully: "Your wand is currently in perfect condition, and it was extremely eager in your hand just now, with no signs of incompatibility whatsoever."
"Why do you want to buy a new wand?"
Sebastian's expression became serious: "It's perfect, but at certain times, it can no longer withstand the magic fluctuations when I cast spells with full power."
"Whenever I cast a powerful spell, I can feel its pain and its faint whimper."
Mr. Ollivander's expression instantly became extremely shocked; he looked at Sebastian in disbelief, as if doubting he had misheard.
"Can't withstand your magic? That's truly unbelievable! If your magic has surpassed its limit, then you indeed need an even more powerful wand."
Mr. Ollivander nodded, then turned and walked towards the shelves: "Choosing a wand for an adult Wizard requires many factors, but it doesn't matter, at Ollivander's shop, you can always find a wand that meets your needs."
"Mr. Ollivander," Sebastian interrupted, "my situation is a bit special."
"Therefore, I don't just want to pick an off-the-shelf wand. I need you to custom-make one for me, a wand that can fully carry my power."
A special situation?
Mr. Ollivander hesitated: "I rarely take on custom wand orders; it's time-consuming and labor-intensive, not to mention that custom-made wands are often unstable and many times do not perfectly match the wand's owner."
"As I said, the wand chooses the Wizard."
"But I know that throughout the entire Wizarding World, only you can meet my needs," Sebastian complimented.
"With over two thousand years of ancient heritage, if I don't come to you, I don't know who else to turn to."
Hearing Sebastian's words, Ollivander was so happy he couldn't stop smiling, and immediately changed his tune.
"The Ollivander family is the most excellent wandmaker family in the entire world."
"I dare say, no one understands wands better than I do."
"You've come to the right person for this job!"
"First, tell me how your situation is special, so I can accurately design a brand new wand for you."
Sebastian smiled slightly, taking out a magic contract: "Mr. Ollivander, for the sake of caution, I need you to first sign a confidentiality agreement."
"Forgive my offense, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure that you will be able to custom-make a wand that satisfies me based on my special circumstances."
"Don't worry, after you hear my situation, whether or not you are still willing to custom-make a wand for me, you will receive a large sum of Galleon."
So mysterious?
And a confidentiality agreement?
Mr. Ollivander's brow furrowed, his heart filled with doubt and a touch of indignation.
I refuse to believe there's a wand I, Ollivander, can't custom-make.
Under the allure of curiosity and the Galleon, Mr. Ollivander nodded, picked up the magic contract, and signed his name.
Sebastian looked at the flow of people outside the shop, then turned and said to Mr. Ollivander: "I need a private place to show you my special quality."
Mr. Ollivander led Sebastian to the workshop behind the shop, turned on the magic lamp, and looked at Sebastian.
After ensuring no one would disturb them, Sebastian exhaled softly, and astounding changes began to occur around him.
His arms lengthened, his shoulders broadened, and black scales emerged from beneath his skin, covering his entire body.
In the blink of an eye, the imposing Dragon-Human Form was revealed before Mr. Ollivander.
Mr. Ollivander was dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropped to the floor, his lips opening and closing but unable to utter any sound.
His fingers trembled as he touched his forehead, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock and excitement.
"Merlin's wand... This... This is simply..."
"Incredible, what kind of magical creature form is this, a Dragon?"
"No wonder you want a new wand."
"Sebastian," Mr. Ollivander grabbed Sebastian's hands, saying excitedly.
"I don't want the Galleon, but you must promise me that I will personally make your new wand, and you cannot go to anyone else."
"The creation of this wand will be the greatest challenge of my life!"
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