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"Eleven inches, holly wood, phoenix feather, supple and flexible. And its twin brother—" Ollivander recited, his eyes gleaming with a fervor as he added, "the wand of the one who must not be named."

"Voldemort. Ollivander, he's been gone for so long, why do you still avoid saying his name?" Dumbledore corrected gently.

Hearing Dumbledore utter the name, both Ollivander and Professor McGonagall shivered slightly.

"The Dark Lord achieved great things, though admittedly terrible ones. Thirteen and a half inches, yew, phoenix feather, right? From Fawkes. A wand chooses the wizard, and anyone chosen by a wand like that is destined for greatness. Perhaps I'll soon see that person emerge."

"Do you agree, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore smiled warmly. "I think you might be right."

Leaving Ollivander's Wand Shop, Dumbledore and McGonagall walked side by side down Diagon Alley.

Wizards around them occasionally nodded in respect.

"Albus, I don't think sending Hagrid to bring Harry Potter to Hogwarts was a wise choice. Even after eleven years, I remember those Muggles clearly. I still don't understand why you left Harry with that prejudiced family."

"Don't look at me like that. Yes, I mean Harry Potter's aunt and uncle! They distrust magic, and I don't want to start the school year with a report about Hagrid from the Ministry of Magic!"

Dumbledore halted, his face serious.

"Professor McGonagall, I am certain Hagrid is the best person for this task. I would trust him with my life. As for Harry's relatives, I have already had a word with them."

McGonagall and Dumbledore locked eyes on the street, and finally, McGonagall relented, storming off in a huff.

Dumbledore watched her retreating figure thoughtfully.

Indeed, he had spoken to Harry Potter's aunt, Petunia Dursley. They had known each other for a long time.

A very long time ago.

He was young then, just a Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts.

He had a new student to enroll—that was the first time he met Petunia Evans, as she was known back then.

"Magic and fate are indeed wondrous," Dumbledore murmured to himself.

He glanced at the tall, white Gringotts building at the end of Diagon Alley, the only bank in the magical world.

"Diagon Alley!"

Early morning, around four or five, in Eddie's bedroom.

"Eddie, today is your eleventh birthday. We're going to Diagon Alley to see the most vibrant place in the wizarding world. Hurry and get dressed; your sister Nicole is almost out of patience."

Mr. Scott shouted excitedly, much like an overgrown child.

"Yes, Eddie, Nicole was so excited she didn't sleep a wink last night. Look, she even has dark circles!" Nicole chimed in, pointing to her face as she leaned towards Eddie.

"…"

Eddie didn't want to burst Nicole's bubble; he was the one who turned off her light last night. She slept soundly, obviously well-rested!

Seeing his family dressed up meticulously, it was clear they had planned this day for a long time, even keeping it a secret to surprise him.

Eddie had to admit he was genuinely surprised. He almost forgot his own birthday. Perhaps all parents are like this, forgetting their birthdays but remembering their children's.

Urged by everyone, Eddie put on the clothes that had been prepared for him, applied some cologne, and styled his hair perfectly.

With dawn just breaking, the family was already driving away from their manor, heading to the first stop for every young wizard connecting to the magical world.

Charing Cross Road, The Leaky Cauldron.

After that, maps are useless—only magic can reveal magic.

London's streets were still relatively empty, likely because it was so early that most of its residents were still asleep.

For their first visit to The Leaky Cauldron, the Scott family decided to forego a driver. Instead, Mr. Scott drove them himself. Mrs. Scott couldn't resist pulling out Eddie's Hogwarts acceptance letter again, while Nicole's eyes sparkled.

Then, Nicole's eyes dimmed. It was Eddie's Hogwarts letter, and she was a Muggle, unworthy of having one.

Eddie didn't know how to comfort Nicole. He understood her fascination with the magical world. Thinking it over, he handed her the list that came with his letter.

"Nicole, why don't you read what I need to buy in Diagon Alley? If you do it well, I'll get you an owl."

"Okay!"

Nicole cleared her throat and read with a childlike seriousness:

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft

Nicole finished reading and looked at Eddie with anticipation.

Eddie showered her with praise, making Nicole's cheeks flush with happiness as her earlier frustration melted away.

Time flew by, and the scenery outside the window changed repeatedly until, finally, the Scott family arrived at their destination.

Standing at the spot marked on the map, Mr. and Mrs. Scott appeared a bit bewildered, while Nicole's eyes widened as she eagerly searched for the legendary Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky Cauldron, enchanted to be invisible to Muggles, remained hidden. Even if a Muggle accidentally stumbled upon it, the enchantment would swiftly compel them to leave.

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For example, the sudden urge to use the restroom or a sudden important memory.

For instance, I remembered something joyous, like my wife having a baby.

But in Eddie's eyes, the Leaky Cauldron appeared clearly. He looked up at his parents' puzzled expressions and gently tugged at them.

Without resistance, they followed Eddie towards what should have been a blank wall.

It was like a scene change in a movie; suddenly, the Scott family found themselves in a shabby pub.

It was still early, and the bar was nearly empty, except for the owner, Tom, who was cleaning... well, the truth is, Eddie and his family had no idea what he was doing.

As they entered, Tom came over from behind the counter.

"New Hogwarts student?" Tom asked, glancing at Mr. Scott, then focusing on Eddie.

Only Eddie fit the description. Tom clearly saw Eddie leading his family in.

"Yes, sir. We could use some help," Eddie replied.

"No problem, young man. I've welcomed many Muggle families. You'll be well taken care of," Tom said warmly. He had run the Leaky Cauldron for a long time and had seen all sorts of wizards. Every year, he hosted many Muggle families. The expenses and tips were always quite satisfying.

"I'm Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron," he introduced himself.

After a brief introduction, Tom enthusiastically seated them. After taking orders from Mrs. Scott, Eddie, and Nicole, he turned to Mr. Scott and said, "And you, Mr. Scott?"

Before Mr. Scott could respond, Tom continued, "Would you like to try our house special? It's unforgettable!"

Mr. Scott laughed nervously, glancing at his wife. When she nodded slightly, he felt elated.

"Alright, just a small taste!"

Soon, Tom brought their orders and sat down to chat with Mr. Scott.

Tom could tell these people were well-off and curious about the magical world, as they had sent their child to Hogwarts. He decided to share his stories, which were always a big hit.

Mr. Scott was eager to hear more, knowing books could never match the richness of real experiences.

As they chatted, sweat began to form as the conversation grew more animated, each word shining despite the dim lighting.

"To be honest, Mr. Scott, if I weren't so old, I'd buy a bottle of hair-growing potion. It works wonders on bald spots!" Tom's talk drifted off-topic, but Mrs. Scott wisely didn't interrupt, thinking of her husband's thinning hair.

The couple had adopted Eddie after years of trying for a child. They had given up hope until Nicole was miraculously born.

Now, with a family and a successful life, they stood on the threshold of a magical world they never imagined possible, still sometimes feeling as if they were dreaming.

More patrons arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and Tom became busy.

Mr. Scott, though, was reluctant to leave. Pubs were the best places to gather stories and information, and Tom, with his years of experience, had many tales to tell. Even Nicole, initially eager to explore Diagon Alley, quieted down, entranced by Tom's stories.

With a gulp of his drink, Mr. Scott hiccuped, a cloud of vapor rising from his head, giving him a moment of clarity.

"Hic!"

He stood up unsteadily, and Eddie quickly supported him. When it was time to pay, they realized they had no wizarding currency. Tom discreetly accepted their British pounds, though.

Wizarding transactions typically used magical currency, but exceptions like this were sometimes made. As long as it was money, Tom didn't mind.

Mr. Scott handed over a wad of bills, and Tom accepted them without hesitation.

British wizarding currency consisted of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, made of gold, silver, and bronze, respectively.

29 bronze Knuts equaled 1 silver Sickle, and 17 silver Sickles equaled 1 gold Galleon.

One Galleon was approximately equivalent to 5 British pounds.

This exchange rate was set by Gringotts but wasn't tied to the metals' value.

Tom shared this information with the Scotts, along with a few cautionary tales about other wizards.

Eddie and his family understood this as a warning not to exploit the system.

Tom, pleased with the generous tip, led the family to a brick wall at the back of the pub, ignoring the patrons' complaints.

The Scotts, familiar with the Harry Potter series, held their breath. This was the gateway to the magical world!

Tom drew his wand, worn and dirty, but its power undeniable. Such a simple stick could transform an ordinary person into a powerful wizard.

"Count three bricks up... and two across..."

Tom's voice boomed.

He tapped a brick, which began to move, revealing that the wall was composed of individual bricks stacked together.

As the gap widened, Eddie noted that the thickness and width of the wall remained constant, indicating some magical overlap.

'Magic explains magic best,' Eddie thought, feeling a rush of excitement.

A hole appeared in the center of the wall, growing until it formed a wide archway.

Before them lay a cobblestone path, winding and seemingly endless, lined with magical shops.

Eddie gazed at Diagon Alley in awe, while wizards arrived through various means.

The Scott parents were stunned, their eyes reflecting the wonder of Diagon Alley, a magical world opening up to them.

Tom stood aside, wand to his chest, gesturing towards Diagon Alley like a showman, his voice almost lyrical.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!"

"Welcome to the wizarding world!"

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A little girl took a step forward, entering the magical world.

Her parents followed closely behind.

Eddie took a deep breath and stepped across the boundary between the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley.

When he turned around, there was nothing but a solid, weathered wall behind him.

The path back to the real world was sealed; Eddie had fully entered the dreamlike realm of magic.

The world he had once dreamed of as a child.

"Magic, here I come!" Eddie whispered, gently taking Nicole's small hand.

The bright sunlight bathed him, also casting a glow on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Above the cauldrons hung a sign listing their various types: brass, copper, tin-plated, and silver, with features like self-stirring and collapsible.

Sometimes, advertisements catch you by surprise.

As they walked, Eddie's eyes darted from shop to shop. Mr. and Mrs. Scott stayed close to Eddie and Nicole, fearing their children might be whisked away by magic at any moment.

Eddie had to pull Nicole back more than once; she was too excited, wanting to enter every shop they passed.

"Nicole!" Eddie called. "We need to go to Gringotts to exchange money first. Then we can buy things, I promise."

Nicole, overwhelmed by the sights of Diagon Alley, nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she gazed at the shops.

In no time, they arrived at Gringotts.

The towering white building stood above the surrounding shops, with a figure in a scarlet and gold uniform standing by the gleaming bronze doors.

Nicole couldn't help but exclaim, "Goblin!" The goblin at the door glanced at her, then seemed to discover something intriguing.

As the goblin approached, Nicole hid behind Eddie. Mr. and Mrs. Scott, still wary of the unknowns of the magical world, quickly shielded their children.

After all, novels are just stories, not real life. And goblins had a history of rebellion against wizards.

Eddie was equally puzzled. Was the goblin coming towards them?

The goblin stared intently at them, while Nicole clung tightly to Eddie's hand.

For an ordinary person, this scene was straight out of a horror film. Goblins, with their non-human features, looked more like creatures from a spooky movie.

Moreover, goblins were typically aloof or disdainful towards wizards. So, seeing one approach them with eager eyes was unnerving.

"Esteemed sirs and madams, welcome to Gringotts. I am Griphook, a Gringotts goblin. How can I assist you today?" Griphook said respectfully.

Eddie was surprised but quickly understood when he noticed Griphook's eyes occasionally darting to their clothes.

Indeed, goblins were typically aloof, even haughty. They had a history of wars with wizards, but they had a deep respect for wealth.

Eddie, having enjoyed the benefits of his newfound wealth since arriving in this world, was dressed in his finest attire for the trip to Diagon Alley—bespoke, luxurious, and elegant.

"I'm a new student at Hogwarts and need to exchange some money for the wizarding world," Eddie explained, glancing at Mr. Scott's briefcase.

Griphook seemed pleased. A briefcase meant business. His grotesque face twisted into a grin that made Eddie's skin crawl.

"Right this way, sir," Griphook said.

Taking a deep breath, they followed Griphook into Gringotts.

Before them stood a second set of doors, made of silver, engraved with the following words:

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there."

As Griphook led them inside, other goblins cast envious glances their way.

Two goblins bowed grudgingly as Griphook ushered them into a grand marble hall.

About a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, some weighing coins on brass scales, others examining gems through eyepieces, while others scribbled entries in large ledgers.

The hall had countless doors leading to different areas, with many goblins escorting wizards in and out.

These goblins looked similar to Griphook, making it hard to tell them apart.

Goblins were short, with a dull pinkish complexion that looked like tough, old leather. Their fingers and toes were long, and their heads were semi-spherical.

But none of the goblins were as tall as Nicole, who, unlike them, was adorably cute.

Griphook led them to a counter where a goblin looked up at the Scott family and said warmly, "Esteemed sirs and madam, how can I help you today?"

"These are my guests!" Griphook declared loudly, drawing the attention of nearby goblins and wizards.

"Griphook?" the goblin behind the counter asked, looking at him sourly. "Lucky you, getting such a big job."

Griphook climbed up to the counter's high platform, shoving the other goblin aside. "Move over and make room!"

With a grin, he turned to Mr. Scott. "Sir, you wish to exchange currency, correct?"

Mr. Scott's heart raced, the drinks from the Leaky Cauldron now a distant memory.

He kept his thoughts to himself, though. "Yes, that's right." Prompted by his wife's nudge, he lifted the briefcase. "I need to exchange British pounds for wizarding currency."

With a thud, he placed the heavy briefcase on the counter and opened it, turning it towards Griphook.

Inside was a considerable sum of money, gleaming under the hall's light.

chapter 10

The scent of money filled Gronuk's long nose, making him feel as if he were intoxicated.

"No, this won't do."

"The money is overwhelming!"

Gronuk couldn't help but take a deeper breath, as if doing so would draw all the pounds from the chest into his possession.

Goblin values are evidently different from those of humans or wizards. In their view, anything that passes through their hands belongs to them. For instance, even if they manufacture an item that another wizard buys, they believe it naturally belongs to them.

Now, the chest of pound notes that Gronuk had handled was already considered his. If Mr. Scott were to cancel the deal now, Gronuk would immediately turn hostile.

It was clear that the goblins in Gringotts had never seen so many pounds before. While they often dealt with gems and gold, those were valued according to the magical economy. What is difficult to mine for Muggles isn't necessarily so in the wizarding world.

The goblins and the Ministry of Magic jointly created the financial system of the wizarding world, with goblins holding a major role. This led to a unique economic system, vastly different from that of wizards.

No matter how peculiar this economic system was, Eddie wouldn't be surprised.

After all, it wasn't designed by humans!

Maybe the goblins created it specifically to exclude humans and wizards!

While Gronuk counted the pounds, Eddie took in the scene at Gringotts, feeling a strong sense of novelty from the diverse wizards around him.

Suddenly, Eddie felt a tug from Nicole, and he looked at her with some confusion.

"Harry Potter and Hagrid are here at Gringotts," Nicole whispered to Eddie.

Eddie turned his head towards the entrance, curious about Harry Potter. The movies were only a reference, and the original author Rowling had mentioned never fully describing Hermione. In the stage play, there was even a Black Hermione. However, Emma's portrayal in the movies was so iconic that it had caused quite a stir. Thus, Eddie was very curious about the real Harry Potter in this world.

What he saw was a small boy, wearing clothes that had obviously been altered to fit him, not much different from the books.

Harry seemed very nervous, yet also immensely curious about everything around him. Having been treated differently by his aunt and uncle all his life, suddenly discovering he was a wizard with great fame in a world he'd never heard of was overwhelming.

Anyone would struggle to adapt to such a drastic change in identity.

Harry felt his curiosity about to explode; everything around him was so captivating, and so many people knew who he was.

A complex emotion he had never felt before was slowly forming, especially when he worried about being too poor to attend Hogwarts, a place he'd only heard about but already felt a deep connection to.

But when Harry looked up at the kind but clumsy giant, Hagrid, he felt something wonderful—a sensation he'd never experienced before, coming from Hagrid and his long-lost parents.

"I, Harry Potter, will make it!"

Suddenly, Harry noticed someone watching him from the corner of his eye.

It was a pair of siblings, their parents nearby, apparently conducting some business.

Eddie gave Harry a slight nod, making Harry smile shyly. He looked down, too embarrassed to meet Eddie's gaze.

This little boy seemed very pretty to him, though his vocabulary failed him.

Pretty clothes.

Pretty hairstyle.

Pretty shoes.

And a pretty sister.

Even in the grandeur of Gringotts, which made Harry feel nervous and out of place, the boy seemed like he belonged there naturally.

These were clearly children from a wealthy family, all looking so proper, while Harry had recently been confined to a cupboard, swatting at spiders that accidentally fell on him. He would even fear being beaten for a careless remark.

Hagrid, unaware of Harry's inner turmoil, found an empty counter and led Harry over.

"We need to withdraw some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

"Do you have his key, sir?"

Hearing the conversation between Hagrid and the goblin, Harry looked up, only to see a frightening face.

On the other side, Eddie tugged at Nicole's hand.

"Eddie, so that's what Harry Potter looks like."

"Not nearly as handsome as my brother!"

Nicole's comment delighted Eddie. Look how adorable my sister is!

At this moment, Mr. Scott finished his business with Gronuk.

"Let's go, Eddie, and check out your vault."

Mr. Scott winked at Eddie, following Gronuk out of the hall through a door.

They entered a narrow stone corridor, illuminated by burning torches. The corridor sloped steeply downwards, with a small railway at the bottom.

It felt like an adventure, and all four of them looked around in amazement.

Gronuk whistled, and a cart came rushing towards them along the tracks.

Mrs. Scott wanted to hold Nicole, but Nicole insisted on climbing in herself, which took some time, and her pretty dress got a bit dusty.

But seeing Nicole's happiness, they all thought, 'As long as you're happy.'

They sped through the labyrinthine tunnels, the complex route quickly disorienting them.

Gronuk did nothing but pull the brake, and the swiftly moving cart seemed to know the way. This was probably the magical version of autopilot.

After a while, the cart screeched to a halt.

"Gentlemen, we're here. This is Eddie Scott's vault."

Everyone got off, taking a moment to steady themselves.

Gronuk opened the door. Goblins had already placed the equivalent magical currency inside based on their earlier count and applied numerous goblin-specific spells, which many human wizards couldn't counter.

Gold Galleons were piled high like a small mountain, with scattered silver Sickles and bronze Knuts gleaming brightly, dazzling the Scott family.

It was truly a sight to behold.

"Dear, are these all gold coins?" Mrs. Scott exclaimed in shock.

Mr. Scott swallowed hard, wiped his eyes, equally stunned, and said, "I'm amazed! I didn't know the gold in the magical world could glow!"

Eddie wholeheartedly agreed.

He had seen his family's vault, filled with gold bars that didn't emit any light when the lights were off.

This wasn't just gold with special effects.

This was gold with magical effects!

chapter 11

Gronuk had his back to everyone, seemingly fiddling with the goblin magic used to test and defend the door.

Even wizards know that gold doesn't glow; making it into coins won't change that. The goblins, who make the coins, are well aware of this. Adding some light magic to the coins enhances the wizards' desire to spend, a trick passed down from goblin forebears for generations.

The idea is similar to how people spend money on their phones more easily than with cash. Wizards, seeing their vaults gleam with golden light, are lulled into a false sense of wealth.

After a brief moment of surprise, Eddie snapped back to reality.

He stepped forward and opened the leather case he had brought. Eddie didn't care much about money; as long as he had enough, that was all that mattered.

The melodious clinking of coins filled the air.

Eddie tried to lift the case, finding it quite heavy for his current age and size.

Though the gold galleons in the case were substantial, they were insignificant compared to the small mountains of gold in the vault. The gleaming piles seemed unchanged.

After another exhilarating ride through the maze-like tunnels in the cart, they found themselves outside the entrance of Gringotts. Emerging from the underground, the sunlight was dazzling.

The sunlit street made Diagon Alley sparkle, as if subtly reminding them to spend.

"Kids, where to next?" Mr. Scott asked, struggling a bit with the heavy case, his voice a bit strained.

"Wands!" Eddie and Nicole exclaimed simultaneously.

In Diagon Alley, nothing was more appealing to them than wands. These were the dream tools of countless young wizards, each one capable of casting spells!

Some say the best dishes should be saved for last to end a meal on a high note. But the truth is, the most delicious food should be eaten first. If you wait until you're full, even the tastiest dish will lose its appeal.

Ignoring the allure of other magical shops, they headed straight for Ollivanders Wand Shop.

This shop, specializing in wand-making for over two thousand years, looked small and shabby from the outside. The gold lettering on the sign was peeling, but it read:

Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

In the dusty window, a single wand lay on a faded purple cushion.

Standing outside Ollivanders, Eddie felt a surge of excitement, struggling to maintain his composure.

Nicole, on the other hand, had already run ahead and pushed open the door, entering first with a cheer.

When Eddie entered, he found Nicole waving a wand, while an old man watched her kindly, showing no impatience.

"Welcome. I was wondering when the young lady's family would arrive," Ollivander said with a smile as Eddie's family entered.

This made Mr. and Mrs. Scott feel a bit embarrassed. "Sorry to bother you," they said quickly.

"Nicole, come here now," Mrs. Scott called.

Nicole looked at the wand in her hand, then at her parents, sighed reluctantly, and put the wand down.

Ollivander watched her walk to Mrs. Scott's side, a sympathetic and regretful look on his face.

One child in the family had magical abilities and could become a wizard, while the other had none. Clearly, they were from a Muggle family.

"Our daughter is young and likes to play around. Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Ollivander," Mr. Scott apologized sincerely.

Ollivander waved it off, his silvery eyes, despite his kind expression, still exuded a sense of pressure.

He had dedicated his life to making wands, and his pursuit of perfection had made his eyes exceptionally sharp.

Even in his old age, with his eyes growing cloudy, they retained their piercing quality. He called Eddie over, speaking softly, "What's your name, young man?"

"Eddie Scott."

"Which hand do you use?"

"Right hand," Eddie replied, hesitating for a moment. He had wanted to say he was ambidextrous, but seeing Ollivander's sharp eyes, he decided against it.

"Raise your arm. Good." Ollivander began taking measurements, from shoulder to fingertip, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally, head circumference.

As he measured, he explained, "Every Ollivander wand contains powerful magical substances, which is its essence. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings. Each wand is unique because no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are alike. Of course, using a wand meant for another wizard won't yield the best results."

Eddie felt awkward but stood still as Ollivander measured him.

"All done."

The tape measure snapped back with a 'snap.'

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly asked, "Mr. Ollivander, how many hairs does a unicorn have? How many feathers does a phoenix have? I remember that phoenixes can be reborn from their ashes, and dragons have many heartstrings. Am I correct, Mr. Ollivander?"

Ollivander's eyes lit up. After so many years, a young wizard finally asked a good question.

"Mr. Scott, that's an excellent question!"

"But it involves trade secrets, so..."

Eddie sighed inwardly, realizing he wouldn't get an answer.

But then Ollivander continued, "Actually, I can tell you. Wand-making has been around for over two thousand years, and the recipes and materials are well-known. A true wand-maker doesn't follow a rigid formula. As I said, the wand chooses the wizard."

Ollivander paused, then casually picked up the nearest wand and handed it to Eddie.

"Try this one, Mr. Scott. Maple and serpent nerve, nine and three-quarters inches, very flexible. Give it a wave."

Eddie took the wand, feeling slightly confused, and grasped the thicker end, giving it a wave.

A warm light appeared, and a gentle breeze blew through the air.

This magical moment left Eddie slightly awestruck, while the others were wide-eyed. Novels are one thing, but witnessing real magic was much more impactful.

"Very good, but there might be an even better match," Ollivander said.

chapter 12

Ollivander took back the wand and closed its box, leaving Eddie feeling a sudden pang of disappointment.

If he could, Eddie wished he could have found the perfect wand on his first try.

Ollivander seemed to have gathered data from Eddie's first wand test and started rummaging through the nearly ceiling-high stacks of narrow boxes.

His voice came from behind the shelves, "We adjust the proportions based on the inspiration at the time of making, finding the magical balance point we sense. The length, thickness, core material, and the time and combination of two different magical materials create unique magical fluctuations. Even the tail hairs from the same unicorn can vary, just as humans can have twins. In rare cases, special exceptions occur."

"For instance, I have a wand here that is a twin to another, both from the same phoenix. I've always believed the owners of these extraordinary wands would achieve great things. Interestingly, one of them already has!"

Eddie's heart raced. Familiar with the novels, he knew exactly which wand Ollivander was talking about.

Suddenly, Eddie had a bold idea.

Ollivander called out, emerging with a box in his hands.

"Ten and a quarter inches, willow and unicorn hair, slightly flexible but with excellent resilience."

Eddie took the wand and, following his previous experience, gave it a wave. But this wand seemed to have a mind of its own, creating a strong gust that shook the stacked boxes.

"No, no, not this one!"

Ollivander quickly snatched the wand from Eddie, diving back into the stacks like a startled rabbit.

Seeing this, Eddie gathered his courage and shouted, "Mr. Ollivander, I want to try that wand."

Ollivander's head popped out, looking serious. "It seems you have ambition, Mr. Scott. Although I have a feeling that person will appear soon, but…"

Mr. Ollivander shook his head, but eventually brought out the wand. Despite his decades of experience, he sensed it wasn't meant for Eddie.

"Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches. An extraordinary combination, also quite flexible."

Sparks flew.

As soon as Eddie held the wand, it let off a burst of sparks, creating a dazzling display. Eddie waved it, feeling a bit like a fairy godmother.

Luckily, Eddie knew he was heading to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Otherwise, he'd have thought he was being recruited by Fairy Castle.

Before Ollivander could speak, Eddie put the wand back in the box. As they say, luck plays a big role, and this wand's destiny had been decided eleven years ago.

"Looks like I'm not the protagonist," Eddie thought, noting his lack of the main character's aura.

Ollivander resumed searching for a wand, occasionally handing one to Eddie.

"Try this one, ash wood and phoenix feather, eleven and a half inches."

"No, no, this one doesn't suit you. Try this one, a masterpiece from an Eastern wand maker over twenty years ago," Ollivander said, pulling out a box from the bottom shelf.

The box looked new but was slightly squashed from being at the bottom, untouched by dust yet deformed by long-term pressure.

"Thunderstruck peach wood and iron-eater tooth, an unusual combination with exceptional hardness and resilience, highly resistant to dark magic, suitable for wizards proficient in Transfiguration. Twenty and three-quarter inches."

Eddie's expression was priceless, staring at the wand as thick as a baby's arm. Given his current size, he might not even hold it steady with one hand.

A physically demanding wand!

Seeing Ollivander's expectant look, Eddie reluctantly took the wand.

It was heavy, and Eddie had to use both hands to hold it. He was sure the Eastern wand maker had added something extra.

Mustering all his strength, Eddie swung it downward.

Boom!

The towering stacks of wand boxes exploded as if hit by a massive force, scattering everywhere. Fortunately, only the outer boxes were damaged, leaving the wands inside unscathed.

"By Merlin's beard, what a terrifying wand. With your current strength, it's too much for you to handle. My apologies, Mr. Scott," Ollivander said regretfully. The wand suited Eddie but was too heavy for him now.

Releasing a single spell reduced his magic power by 1% and his physical strength by 50%.

Ollivander carefully put the wand away, then his eyes lit up.

Diving into the wreckage Eddie caused, he retrieved a wand.

"How interesting, I didn't expect this to come out. Try this one, Eddie."

Eddie looked at Ollivander curiously, wondering why there was no introduction this time.

But he reached out anyway, and as his fingers touched the wand, a brilliant light emanated from its tip, enveloping Eddie.

He faintly heard a voice around him.

Ah~~~~

The holy light is with me!

"Amazing, truly amazing, Mr. Scott. This wand was made during an exchange visit to another country, specifically for a Japanese wizarding school called Mahoutokoro," Ollivander explained.

"Cherry wood is a very rare wand material, granting the wand unique power. It's highly esteemed by Mahoutokoro students, where owning a cherry wand confers great prestige. Regardless of the core, cherry wood typically endows a wand with significant power, making it one of the best materials for charms. Paired with dragon heartstring, this wand will never bond with a wizard lacking exceptional self-control and willpower."

Ollivander watched Eddie in astonishment. "Given time, you will achieve great things!"

'Are you suggesting a rebellion?' Eddie thought silently.

After paying for the wand with gold galleons, Eddie prepared to leave but stopped at the door.

"Mr. Ollivander, may I ask, who made the thunderstruck peach wood wand?"

Ollivander thought for a moment. "He called himself Jing Ye. Around thirty years old, somewhat stout, and like your father, a man full of dandelion-like ideas."

Eddie left, deep in thought.

Ollivander turned back to the chaotic store, his long, withered fingers moved through the air, restoring everything to its original state.

A head suddenly poked back in, "Mr. Ollivander, I've reconsidered. I want that peach wood wand!"

"Mr. Scott, you can't control that wand yet! It would do more harm than good!"

"I'm willing to pay extra, Mr. Garrick Ollivander."

Next

Money, Galleons.

With a little extra money, Eddie managed to secure a collector's edition of the Physics Wand that he thought was beyond his reach. The wand was so heavy that Mr. Scott had to help him carry it.

Upon their first visit to Diagon Alley, the two youngsters, Eddie and Nicole, were unable to contain their excitement. Surprisingly, even their parents couldn't manage them.

The family of four, burdened with numerous bags, had nearly completed their shopping list.

Standing in front of the Eeylops Owl Emporium, the parents took the bags from their children's hands.

"Nicole, Eddie, be careful inside. We have too many things with us and can't squeeze in. Buy whatever you like," Mrs. Scott advised, then sat on a bench outside the shop.

Eddie led an excited Nicole into the store, where they immediately noticed the large figure of Hagrid, though Harry Potter was not in sight.

They quickly deduced that Harry must be choosing his wand at the moment, while Hagrid was likely shopping for his birthday gift.

Hagrid really cares for Harry deeply. Even though he is just the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, a job that doesn't pay well, he still goes out of his way to get expensive gifts like Hedwig, Harry's snow owl.

As Eddie and Nicole entered the shop, the owner was too occupied with Hagrid to notice them. Hagrid's massive frame overshadowed the two small children.

"Come on, give me a better price. These snow owls are perfect for Harry Potter's birthday gift," Hagrid boomed.

"Please, Hagrid. I really can't lower the price any more. You deal with magical creatures all the time, so you know how valuable these snow owls are!" the owner pleaded. "Selling them at this price is already a loss for me. In the Muggle world, they're a protected species!"

"For Merlin's sake, we've known each other for years. Can't you cut me a little slack?"

Hagrid's voice echoed like thunder, making it sound like a brawl was imminent.

"Damn it, if it weren't for Harry Potter, I wouldn't sell these at this price!" the owner retorted, not backing down. "Pay up quickly before anyone else finds out, or I'll be in big trouble!"

As Hagrid muttered about the owner's stinginess, Eddie and Nicole overheard everything. Nicole, meanwhile, was fixated on the snow owls behind the counter. Their round, small heads, inconspicuous facial disks, and feathered beaks captivated her. They were covered in beautiful snow-white plumage, making them much more attractive than their counterparts.

The snow owls stared back at the children, hooting innocently.

After paying, Hagrid was handed a cage roughly, and the owner watched him leave, grumbling all the while.

At that moment, Eddie approached the counter.

"Excuse me, we're here to buy an owl. Do you have any snow owls left?"

"When did you get here?" the owner asked, surprised.

"Just when the big guy was bargaining with you."

The owner's face darkened.

"You heard all that? Sorry kids, the snow owls are all gone!"

Eddie glanced at the three snow owls still on the shelf, then looked back at the owner, determined.

"I'm willing to pay what you charged that big guy," Eddie insisted. "In fact, I want all three!"

"Why would you need so many?" the owner asked, skeptical.

"One for me, one for my sister, and one to keep as a collectible!" Eddie explained.

The owner, doubting the children's understanding of the true value, hesitated. Snow owls were expensive, being protected in the Muggle world and restricted by the Ministry of Magic.

"Are you first-year students at Hogwarts? Maybe you should call your parents over," he suggested, thinking they might give up.

To his surprise, Eddie slammed a handful of Galleons onto the counter.

"No need for my parents. Is this enough?"

Eddie pulled out more coins, adding to the pile. The owner, now convinced, grudgingly agreed.

"These snow owls are like family to me, so it costs extra," he said, quickly packing the owls into cages. Seeing the Scott family's numerous bags, he even brought out an old suitcase enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm as a bonus.

Under the owner's guidance, the Scotts figured out the suitcase's magic, amazed at how much it could hold while remaining light.

Grateful for modern science, they finished their shopping list.

At Flourish and Blotts, Eddie not only got the books on their list but also made contact with the magical publisher, despite some refusals due to their Muggle background.

They wrapped up their shopping in Diagon Alley by evening, finally ready to leave.