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Ollivander held a wand identical to Harry's from the original books!

Dumbledore, upon seeing it, hesitated behind his half-moon glasses, his eyes flickering.

In the end, he chose to remain silent.

Sure enough, Ollivander fixed his gaze on Aaron with his pale, colorless eyes.

"I remember each wand's origin, Mr. Aaron. This wand was crafted using two feathers from the same phoenix tail."

"As for the other... Never mind, you probably wouldn't know."

"I intended it for that child."

Aaron looked at the wand Ollivander handed him, hoping it wouldn't be unresponsive this time.

After all, this was the wand Harry had wielded in the original books, the same as Voldemort's.

But as he tightly gripped the wand, the magical sensation he anticipated failed to materialize.

It was exactly as before.

Observing this, Dumbledore and Ollivander exchanged looks, both seeing "puzzlement" in each other's eyes!

For a moment, Dumbledore even questioned if he had erred.

Had he brought a Muggle into the wizarding world?

But that was impossible; the Book of Admittance could not be wrong!

What was certain now was that there was evidently an inexplicable issue with this young lad.

It wasn't the wand's fault.

Ollivander naturally considered this possibility and breathed a sigh of relief.

Aaron waved the wand, attempting to channel magic, and called out, "Accio."

Apart from the wand trembling slightly in his palm, nothing happened.

At that moment, Aaron's expression turned dark!

"I don't believe it!"

Rolling up his sleeves, Aaron gripped the wand tightly and decided to be forceful.

Previously, he had been gentle, easing into it, but now he changed tactics. Perhaps these wands preferred a more robust approach?

Before, Aaron had infused magic casually, seeking some response, but now he channeled maximum power directly!

One foot on the stool, one hand gripping the wand's wrist, he poured every ounce of magic within him!

The exertion reddened his pale face.

Seeing this scene, Ollivander shook his head in disappointment. A talented child didn't need to force the wand's compliance.

The wand should naturally adjust to its wielder.

In contrast, no matter how hard one tried, gaining a wand's recognition was difficult, and rough handling only wasted one's strength.

Except for the elder wand. It was an exception, powerful beyond compare, bending to every witch's will!

Ollivander held this frivolous wand in the lowest regard!

He had been excited by the child's arrival. Could an ordinary young wizard guided by Dumbledore achieve greatness?

Ollivander's wand shop had been renowned since his grandfather's time for crafting wands for Dumbledore.

Later, he made a name in the wand-making industry by selling a wand to a (...) wizard.

To this day, Ollivander yearned more than anyone to create a new prodigy, a legendary wizard, using wands crafted by his own hands.

He was old and had few days left to wait.

Today, Dumbledore had brought him hope and disappointment.

Noticing Ollivander's resentful gaze, Dumbledore fell silent, unsure what to say.

From the outset, this child had given him an unsettling feeling.

He hoped it wasn't true.

Observing Aaron's flushed face, sweat beads on his brow, Ollivander couldn't help but step forward and offer a gentle reminder: "Child, sometimes, a wand's acceptance isn't about..."

"Bam!"

He didn't finish his sentence, the wand in Aaron's hand exploded!

Chaotic magic surged into the sky, blasting a hole in Ollivander's wand shop. The shockwave knocked Ollivander, who was nearby, into a shelf.

A pile of long boxes collapsed on top of him.

Dumbledore stood at a distance, yet the magic's force pushed him back half a step.

"That child possesses such potent magic!" Dumbledore's face showed rare astonishment.

Aaron, closest to the explosion, only felt himself using all his magic, then heard a bang.

After that, he soared through the air.

"Damn, the wand exploded!"

Mid-air, Aaron cursed.

He crashed into a shelf on the opposite side, and the scattered boxes buried him.

At this point, not a single standing shelf remained in Ollivander's wand shop.

After a brief silence in the store...

"Clang!"

A hand suddenly thrust out from beneath the pile of long boxes, and Aaron climbed out.

Upon standing, his first action was to check himself for missing parts.

He examined himself from head to toe, even pulling down his pants.

"Thankfully, everything's intact." He patted his chest in relief. "Thankfully, everything's still here."

But when he surveyed Ollivander's shop, he was astonished.

The place resembled a clearance sale. Thousands of narrow boxes were haphazardly strewn across the floor. Dumbledore stood at the doorway, covered in dust.

Just then, a cloud of dust fell from above, sprinkling Dumbledore's face.

Aaron suppressed a laugh, knowing he was responsible.

Pretending not to notice Dumbledore's annoyed glance, he looked around.

After scanning the area, he didn't spot Mr. Ollivander.

"Where's Mr. Ollivander?" Aaron asked, dusting himself off, puzzled.

"Here I am!"

Swish!

Mr. Ollivander emerged from beneath another stack of boxes, his expression fanatical as he stared at Aaron.