"It's alright. Perhaps it will become a key, the key to unlock the Eye of Magic." Ollivander's tone became even gentler, like an elder comforting a younger person.
"Let's start choosing a wand again. Perhaps this time… you'll have a pleasant surprise. What color wand do you like? Do you have any preferences regarding the wand core?"
Vizette asked, puzzled, "Didn't you say before... that wizards and wands would choose each other? Can I make a request now?"
"Hmm…" Ollivander murmured, "Normally that would be the case, but you possess the Magic Eye! Tell me what style you prefer!"
Vizette recalled the bunch of wands he had just tried out: "Elder, Dragon Heartstring, Thirteen Inch... preferably something sturdier."
"You remember everything!" Ollivander smiled brightly, like a sunflower facing the sun. "To wield the power of the Obscurial, one certainly needs an extraordinary wand!"
He knew the location of every single wand in the store like the back of his hand.
With a wave of his wand, a wooden box flew out from the deepest part of the shelf and landed in Vizette's hand.
Inside the wooden box lay a jet-black magic wand, its shape simple and straight, sharp and cold like a military dagger, with minimal carving.
With the help of the Magic Eye, he sensed the exquisite craftsmanship contained within the wand, and the overall magic circuit was very smooth.
The only drawback was the tip of the wand; the magic circuit was somewhat bulky, resembling a tangled ball of yarn.
Vizette picked up the wand; the handle was rounded and textured, fitting perfectly in his hand.
Ancient magical power was activated and quickly spread to the wand.
Power converged at the tip of the wand, merging into the bloated magic circuitry.
Vizette was playing a game of cat's cradle, needing to untangle the magic circuits to make the wand's overall magic circuits run more smoothly.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally straightened out the magic circuit, and vortex-like patterns appeared on the wand, which also became slightly warm at this moment.
Vizette instinctively released his grip, and the wand, contrary to its usual behavior, floated in mid-air, emitting a pleasant hum.
He could feel the wand calling to him, a stark contrast to his previous silence.
Not only this wand, but all the wands in the shop hummed softly, calling out the same message.
"It's wonderful! It's become even more perfect!" Ollivander smiled with satisfaction. "Do you understand? The wand chooses the wizard."
"You possess the Magic Eye, which allows you to make wands even better. No wand can refuse that!"
"In a way, these wands are really interesting!" Vizette laughed.
He recalled a saying from his past life: "Today you ignore me, tomorrow you'll be begging for my attention."
"Vizette! I hope that after you graduate, you can learn how to make wands from me." Ollivander's tone was full of anticipation.
"Don't worry about the compensation. I will pay you according to the Auror Office's salary standards. You will definitely not be shortchanged!"
"Can I do it?" Vizette asked instinctively. "It must be a very profound subject, and it also involves your family's secrets."
"You possess the Magic Eye! That's the most important thing!" Ollivander said quickly. "Perhaps you can consider it for a while, and give me your answer before graduation!"
"You can study it first, I'll give this to you first!" As if worried that Vizette would not agree, he quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Not long after, he reappeared in the shop, this time with a notebook covered in scaly paper.
"Hungarian tree bee skin, after special treatment, is exceptionally warm even when writing notes in winter."
Vizette felt the warmth of the dragon-skin notebook, as if he were holding a small hand warmer; it felt wonderful.
"Vizette, the notebook contains basic wand-making methods, as well as some of my insights. I'll give it to you; you can look through it whenever you remember."
"This is a family secret, isn't it? It's too valuable! I can't keep it." Upon hearing this, Vizette realized the value of the notebook.
He had only met Ollivander once before, and being treated so openly made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, so he subconsciously chose to refuse.
Ollivander suggested, "Why don't you flip through it first and see if you're interested?"
Since things had come to this point, Vizette did not refuse and opened the notebook, flipping through it page by page.
The notes contained a wealth of knowledge about wand making, enough to fill one's mind.
After confirming that the contents in his mind matched the notes, he put the notebook back. "Mr. Ollivander, I have finished reading it and benefited greatly from it."
Ollivander's eyes dimmed. "You don't need to comfort me. It seems you have no interest in wand making."
Vizette explained, "It's like this... I read books quite quickly, and although I can't understand the meaning, I've memorized the content."
"Really?" Ollivander perked up a bit. "Do you think hawthorn wood would be good for the wand?"
Vizette flipped through the notes in his mind, "If hawthorn wood is used for the wand, the wand will become strange and contradictory."
"This is a relatively niche material, but I think its existence is justified. Since it can be used as a material for the wand, it should be able to find a suitable owner."
"Excellent! Excellent!" Ollivander's eyes lit up again. "The wand is made of sycamore wood…"
When it came to questions about the notes, if it was just a simple retelling, Vizette could answer fluently, which Ollivander greatly admired.
"Vizette, your world is absolutely vast! I must admit, it would be a waste of your talents to make you a wand maker."
...
As dusk settled, the setting sun bathed Diagon Alley in a vibrant orange hue.
If Vizette looked at the buildings in Diagon Alley with his magic eye, they appeared as if they were made of stained glass windows.
If he looked closely at the lines that held the building together, he could also see the magic of the almost dried-up silver-blue color.
Vizette thought, "It took the ancient magical power of Diagon Alley for me to successfully awaken the Eye of Magic. If the Eye of Magic was to continue to grow, the road ahead would be long and arduous, but perseverance would lead to its destination!"
Vizette stood outside the wand shop, playing with the wand in his hand; he really liked its design.
Moreover, this wand was of great significance to him, signifying that he had embarked on the path of a wizard.
Ollivander told him that the price of a wand at seven Galleons was a discount for new students.
If you want to buy a wand later, the price would vary depending on the material of the wand.
However, for Vizette, these were not issues that needed to be considered.
If he needed to replace his wand, he could come to the store anytime to exchange his old one for a new one.
For Ollivander, the wand modified by Vizette also had research value.
After playing with the wand for a while, Vizette carefully opened the pocket and slowly put it inside.
He looked around, a question creeping into his mind—where had Hagrid gone?
The two parted ways in the morning, and now, as the sun set, Hagrid still had not returned.
After spending a short time together, Vizette felt that leaving without saying goodbye was not in Hagrid's character.
"Has something happened?"
He went to the pharmacy and found the potion master he had met that morning.
"You mean Hagrid?" The potion master frowned in thought. "I think I saw him walk that way..."
"Why don't you go take a look? Oh, and remember to just keep an eye on the street corner, whatever you do, don't go into the alley!"