The sound of wind chimes rang out from the depths of the shop. Lynn pushed open the old door of Ollivander's wand shop, and the light dimmed instantly.
"Welcome."
A soft voice spoke, and Mr. Ollivander, with his aged face, revealed himself from behind the counter.
"A new student at Hogwarts, I presume?"
He asked softly, his gaze gentle as he looked at Lynn, who was curiously sizing up the shop.
"Yes, sir."
Lynn said with a slight smile. "I am here to purchase a wand, sir."
"Very good, please come here."
Ollivander walked out from behind the counter, then with a wave of his hand, a tape measure used for measuring bodies floated up.
"Which hand do you use for your wand?"
"The right hand."
"Please raise your arm."
Ollivander directed the tape measure to begin measuring Lynn's body, while speaking softly to him: "Every Ollivander wand possesses a powerful magical substance; this is the essence of the wand. I typically use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings. Every Ollivander wand is unique."
"The wand will be the wizard's companion for life, their most loyal partner. The wizard chooses the wand, but at the same time, the wand chooses the wizard."
"Try this one. Ash, unicorn hair, eleven inches. Straight and resilient. Give it a wave."
Lynn reached out and took the wand Ollivander handed him. He gave it a gentle wave, and a stream of silver sparks erupted from the tip, looking somewhat like waving a sparkler in the night.
"My eye is always accurate."
Ollivander nodded with a smile. "However, it is rare to find a suitable match with the very first wand. Most customers usually have to try a few more times, but I believe this is better."
"Wands made of ash will forever guard their own master; they are the type least suited to be given to others to use. This characteristic becomes even more pronounced when paired with a unicorn hair core."
"The combination of the two can make up for the natural defects of the unicorn core." Ollivander paused slightly before continuing: "Compared to phoenix tail feathers and dragon heartstrings, unicorn wands are slightly weaker in terms of power; they are difficult to turn into the most powerful wands."
"If you treat your wand with kindness and loyalty, it certainly will not let you down."
Ollivander looked seriously into Lynn's eyes, a faint smile appearing on his wrinkled face. He found Lynn quite pleasing to the eye, so he was willing to say a few more words.
"Sir, do you believe... that wands have souls too?"
This question made Ollivander's eyes light up slightly.
"I prefer to use the term 'spirituality' to refer to the soul you speak of. Wands can die, especially wands with unicorn cores. If you treat it rudely and use it to cast inappropriate magic, the unicorn hair can easily become melancholy."
"This manifests as reduced spell effectiveness, lower precision, decreased control, or even resistance to casting. Following that, the core made of unicorn hair will die. If not replaced, you will have said goodbye to it forever."
"This situation often happens after a wand has been stolen, or when a wizard holding a unicorn wand uses it to unleash evil power."
"Dark magic?"
Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly.
"There is no absolute black and white in magic." Ollivander shook his head. "Magic is a tool. Like swords, or knives and forks, it is a tool that can be used for combat or to serve life. Magic is not justice or evil itself."
"Sharp swords can cut the ropes binding innocent people, and dining knives and forks can become blades that pierce the heart. The intention of the wizard when using a spell, the will they infuse into the magic, determines the good or evil of the magic."
"Magic is the power of the heart. This power from the heart is transmitted through the wand. The wand is a bridge for the wizard to communicate between their heart and the world."
"It is a creation of the wizard. The wand was not given life by the wizard, nor can it be given life. But the magical substances that constitute it possess a spirituality that transcends ordinary objects. Strictly speaking, wandlore is a subject belonging to the Bio-Alchemy branch of Alchemy."
"It is actually under the same broad category as the Potions you will learn at school, just a different discipline. We are all stimulating the power of the magical substances themselves and attempting to fuse them together."
"Making a wand is not simply finding a small stick and stuffing a core inside. Rather, there is a fusion process similar to brewing potions."
"Only after undergoing the processing of these procedures can the core and the wood—two different substances—fuse perfectly together and exert a brand new, unique power. This is the reason why there are no two completely identical wands in the world."
Lynn had absolutely no idea before this that there was such deep learning involved in wands. His curiosity was activated, and his eyes, filled with a thirst for knowledge, made the wrinkles on Ollivander's face smooth out even more.
It had been a long time since he had met a child interested in the obscure, dry, and profound subject of wandlore. The Ollivander family had been excellent wandmakers for generations; it wasn't that they were unwilling to share their knowledge, but that there were simply too few people interested in this field.
As one of the finest wandmakers in Europe, Ollivander also wanted to see this discipline flourish with a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending.
After all, regarding money, they had accumulated an unknown amount over hundreds and thousands of years—so much that they couldn't be bothered to think about it.
The history of the Ollivander family was recorded even before the establishment of the magical world and the Ministry of Magic.
"If you are interested in this, child," Ollivander patted Lynn gently on the shoulder, "would you like to come with me and see how wands are made?"
"Thank you very much, sir!"
Lynn agreed immediately. He indeed had a very strong interest in this craft.
Just as Lynn followed Ollivander into the depths of the shop, Dumbledore had already been back at Hogwarts for some time.
He had locked himself in the Headmaster's office, his hands crossed and resting against his chin. His deep, distant gaze looked at the empty space in front of him. Even now, he still couldn't figure it out—
How did Harry become Harley?!!!
It shouldn't be that he had made a mistake. He was very certain that the words Trelawney had spoken to him in the Hog's Head Inn back then were absolutely a true prophecy.
As Grindelwald's close friend, Dumbledore had many times seen the various prophecies made by this Seer who was worshipped as a prophet. And the prophecies made by Grindelwald had, without exception, been verified.
Although Trelawney herself was unreliable, she was a true Seer—the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney. There is a concept of blood inheritance in the magical world; otherwise, those pure-blood wizarding families who claimed to be noble wouldn't be obsessed with intermarriage, because this was a fact that truly guaranteed the stable production of wizards generation after generation.
Just as Dumbledore was thinking, the door to the Headmaster's office was knocked on urgently.
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