Wand

Edward and his parents followed Professor McGonagall, after a long walk, they arrived at an old shop that was narrow and dirty.

The signboard on the door was peeling off, and says: "Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B. C." There a single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside.

It is a small place. Edward looked at the thousands of narrow boxes stacked neatly up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled and Edward felt that the dust and silence where it was seemed to save mysterious magic.

"Good morning" said a soft voice suddenly. They were all surprised to hear the voice.

Suddenly a pale old man stood before them, his wide and pale eyes shining like the moon through the gloom of a shop.

"Nice to meet you Professor McGonagall" said the old man, "Do you have a problem with your wand?".

"Oh hello, Mr. Ollivander, my wand is fine" said Professor McGonagall, then pointed at Edward, "This is Edward Williams, he is a new student at Hogwarts this year, and needs a new wand".

"Ah yes!" said Mr. Ollivander softly.

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Edward. Edward wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.

Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Edward were almost nose to nose. Edward could see himself reflected in those misty eyes, he also did not know whether Mr. Ollivander could use Occlumency.

"Well, now... Mr. Williams. Let me see" he pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket, "Which hand do you use?".

"My left hand, sir!" said Edward nervously.

"Hold out your arm. That's it!" Mr. Ollivander measured Edward from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Williams. I usually use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand".

"Please remember, The wand chooses the wizard!"

Edward suddenly realised that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own.

Whereas Mr. Olivander disappeared into the full shelves, and before Edward had time to relax, he saw Mr. Olivander come out with a box.

"That will do" he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor, "Right then, Mr. Williams. Try this one. Vinewood and dragon heartstring. 10 inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave".

Edward took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"No, I suppose this should be one, 12 inches, Ebony, Unicorn Hair, and Elastic!"

Edward tried one after another, but none of them was suited for him. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"Like Mr. Potter last year, you are a picky customer, eh?, but that doesn't matter, we will always find the wand best for the wizard!" Mr. Ollivander looked very happy.

Then Mr. Ollivander went to the backyard of his shop, and come back with a white box.

"This is it!" said Mr. Ollivander happily, and took out a white wand, with golden lines around it.

"11 inches, Acacia, the Tail Feather of the Thunderbird, this is the wand my grandfather's friend made, he was a very famous wandmaker" Mr. Ollivander whispered softly in a voice that only Edward could hear.

'I thought he didn't want anyone else to hear about the wand' Edward thought, while watching his parents speak with Professor McGonagall.

Edward took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of blue and white sparks shot from the end like a lightning.

The Williams family and Professor McGonagall were amazed at the scene.

"Oh, amazing! Yes..., very good" shouted Mr. Ollivander.

"I don't think anyone can use that wand, it looks like the wand has found its owner" Mr. Olivander's voice softened.

"Sorry, Sir, you mean until now, no one can use this wand?" asked Edward curiously.

"It is a well-known fact that wands made from Acacia were difficult to match with a wizard. Acacia wands generally refused to produce magic for anyone but their owners, but conversely, seemed to withhold their full power from all but the most gifted wizards" Mr. Ollivander stared at Edward, "But seeing you easily use it, Mr. Williams, there is no doubt that you are the most talented wizard".

Edward gripped the wand tightly. He did not expect to have an extraordinary wand.

'At least I don't have a wand like Harry Potter that has something in common with Voldemort. Especially when I'm at Hogwarts, I don't want Dumbledore to think of me as the next Dark Lord' Edward thought.

Mr. And Mrs. Williams was also very happy to hear their son was talented, they initially thought that because they were from a muggle family, their son would be mediocre, and afraid he would be disappointed.

Professor McGonagall who heard this was also surprised, she could only hope Edward would enter Gryffindor.

After paying for the wand, and wanting to leave. Suddenly Mr. Olivander approached Edward's face, and whispered in a low voice

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. You have a wand with a Thunderbird tail feather core, which can feel danger and can make its own curse. Hopefully you can use it well, Mr. Williams".

Edward felt relieved after leaving Ollivander's shop, the atmosphere there was uncomfortable.

After that, Professor McGonagall took them to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.