Before long, the young wizard inside Ollivander's Wand Shop finished choosing the very first wand of his life.
Clutching it tightly, he rushed out of the shop, unable to stop smiling.
His face practically shouted his excitement.
Draco scoffed, "How laughable. Some people have no class. It's just a wand—look at him acting like he won the lottery."
He said that, but Karmit could clearly see the anticipation in Draco's eyes whenever he glanced into the shop—the same excitement, the same longing.
Karmit truly did not understand how someone like Lucius could raise such a dramatic, easily embarrassed son.
"Let's go," Karmit said. "Time to head inside."
Draco had been waiting for that signal. "Of course. I wasn't in any hurry. If it weren't for all these unworthy people in the way, I would've chosen my wand already."
Karmit ignored him and stepped into the shop as the doorbell chimed.
Ollivander, hunched over his ledger, looked up. "Welcome."
"Long time no see, Mr. Ollivander," Karmit said.
"Well, well—look who it is. Karmit, head of the Black family," Ollivander said warmly. "I'm glad you can finally receive your first legal wand."
Karmit nodded. "Yes. I still remember the day I first came to buy one. You refused me. I was heartbroken for quite a while."
"You know I had no choice," Ollivander said. "You were far too young. I couldn't legally sell you a wand."
Karmit didn't answer.
After a few polite exchanges, Ollivander turned to Draco. "Platinum blond hair… a Malfoy child. Your parents both bought their wands here. I still remember the day they first—"
Realizing he was about to ramble, Karmit cut in quickly. "Mr. Ollivander, we still have other errands today, and as you can see, there's a long line of new students outside. Let's not waste time."
Ollivander sighed. "Very well. Then which of you will go first?"
Karmit glanced at Draco.
Draco nodded. "I'll go."
"Mr. Malfoy," Ollivander said, "your dominant hand?"
Draco raised his right hand.
The moment he did, a tape measure sprang to life, flying around him to measure his arm length. Ollivander jotted down the numbers.
Next, the tape measure floated up and measured Draco's height.
Then—his chest.
His waist.
Even his hips.
Karmit stared at the list of measurements in disbelief. He almost considered grabbing the paper so he could hand it straight to the tailor later.
Honestly, why did buying a wand require hip measurements?
At last, the never-ending process came to an end.
Ollivander stepped toward the shelves and soon returned with a long box. He opened it slowly and lifted a wand toward Draco.
"Ten inches. Hawthorn wood. Unicorn tail hair core. To be honest, I'm not sure whether this wand will choose you because… well, it doesn't matter. Go on—try it."
Karmit knew exactly what Ollivander had left unsaid.
Unicorn tail hair symbolized purity and goodness. Wands with such cores chose witches and wizards with exceptionally kind natures.
Hawthorn, meanwhile, was a complex, paradoxical wood—capable of great healing magic as well as darker curses. The combination was unusual, subtle, hard to wield.
Draco, however, had no interest in Ollivander's concerns. His entire attention was fixed on the wand. He could feel it calling to him.
He looked to Karmit.
Karmit nodded. "Try it. I think this one suits you best."
Those words alone emboldened Draco completely. Anything his cousin said had to be right.
He closed his hand around the wand.
A soft breeze rippled through the room.
Ollivander's eyes brightened. "Remarkable. Truly remarkable. My instincts were correct. A Malfoy—chosen by a wand with unicorn tail hair."
He studied Draco with fascination. "Interesting indeed. The next head of the Malfoy family."
Draco stared at his wand with pure delight.
"Congratulations, Draco," Karmit said. "You finally have a wand of your own."
Draco nodded eagerly. "Thank you, cousin. You were right—this wand is perfect. I love it!"
Karmit smiled.
Ollivander then turned to him. "Now, Karmit. Your turn. You know the procedure."
Karmit looked at him and shook his head. "Mr. Ollivander, I don't think I need the procedure. Do you?"
Ollivander froze.
Then his expression grew complicated. "So… you've made your decision."
Karmit nodded. "Yes. That wand is the one most suited to me. It always has been."
"You understand what that wand represents," Ollivander warned. "And the destiny it carries. It is ill-omened. Even you may not fully control it."
"Mr. Ollivander," Karmit said calmly, "please bring it. It's waiting for me—and I've been waiting for it."
Ollivander sighed. "Very well. It belongs to the Black family to begin with. If you want it, I will retrieve it. Watch the shop for me. I'll be back in about ten minutes."
Karmit nodded.
Ollivander left the counter and walked straight out of the shop.
Draco blinked. "Where's he going, cousin?"
"To Gringotts," Karmit replied. "He has to fetch my wand."
"Gringotts?" Draco repeated, stunned.
Karmit didn't explain. He simply sat down on a nearby stool, a faint anticipation in his eyes. He wondered just how powerful that wand truly was.
He had been waiting for years. Ever since he learned of its existence, he had been waiting for this moment.