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Ollivander scrambled out on hands and knees, then marched straight toward Aaron.

He didn't spare a glance for the state of his shop.

He had a suspicion now, and he needed to confirm it immediately!

"Mr. Aaron," Ollivander's voice quavered slightly. "Let me ask you, when you picked up the wand, did you feel anything?"

"Feel something?" Aaron scratched his head. "I didn't feel anything special."

"But the feeling should come when you pick up the wand and channel magic through it."

"It trembles..." Aaron added after a moment of thought. "It feels like it's trembling."

At this, Ollivander's eyes lit up instantly, and Aaron felt a fiery intensity burning from his gaze, growing hotter and hotter.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

Ollivander leaped up from the ground, laughing like a madman, then turned and waded back into the mountain of boxes.

Aaron watched him struggle into the pile and disappear.

"What's gotten into him?" Aaron asked Dumbledore beside him.

Dumbledore wiped dust from his glasses, glanced at Aaron, then surveyed the scene.

"Are you asking me?"

Aaron grinned awkwardly. How was he supposed to know the wand would explode? No one told him it couldn't...

He might be the first wizard in history to blow up a wand.

Suddenly, movement stirred in the boxes, and Ollivander emerged from the midst.

Aaron saw he was holding a long, intricately patterned black box.

As he approached, Ollivander spoke:

"It's not that you lack talent, kid. Quite the opposite—your talent is alarmingly high."

"The reason those wands didn't respond is because they sensed they weren't worthy of you."

"Wands have semi sentience. They dare not accept your magic, hence they tremble in fear."

Dumbledore, standing nearby, hadn't expected Ollivander to give such a high evaluation of this child, and he caught his breath.

"So that's the reason..." Aaron mused.

"Yes, young man." Ollivander opened the box and withdrew a peculiar wand.

Aaron was immediately captivated.

It was a wand of black and red, slightly thicker, almost as if two wands of black and red were entwined together.

Dumbledore too wore a puzzled expression—it was the first time he had seen such a wand.

"This wand is my masterpiece," Ollivander cradled the wand as if admiring a lover. "A year ago, I conceived the idea of a wand with twin cores of different precious materials."

"But in hundreds of experiments, blending different materials into a single wand proved immensely challenging."

"They either exploded or rejected each other, resulting in failure."

"Eventually, I used a twisted branch, with phoenix tail feathers and fire-dragon nerves in the twin rods."

"I didn't expect them to harmonize so magically, so perfectly."

Taking a deep breath, Ollivander continued:

"It's tremendously powerful. I named it the Twin Wand, but it comes with a significant drawback."

"In essence, I created the most powerful wand, yet it's unusable by anyone."

"Anyone who tries will have their magic swiftly drained."

As Ollivander calmly uttered those final words, Dumbledore started to speak, but opted for silence. Ollivander wouldn't proceed unless he was certain.

If anything went wrong, he would immediately knock the wand from Aaron's hand.

"So," Ollivander placed the Twin Wand before Aaron, "Twin Wand, entwined holly wood, cores of phoenix tail feathers and dragon nerves respectively, fifteen inches. Do you dare to wield it?"

At this, Aaron's alchemist spirit of adventure was ignited.

He reached out and accepted the wand from Ollivander.

Ollivander's eyes reflected a glint of approval. "Your future is limitless, Mr. Aaron."

With this address, the child became Mr. Aaron.

Witnessing Aaron grasp the wand, Ollivander's heart raced. This child might one day rival even Dumbledore.

No—perhaps become a legendary wizard even greater than him!

And using a wand he, Ollivander, crafted by his own hands. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Aaron held the peculiar Twin Wand, yet found nothing extraordinary at first.

He infused it with magic, and surprisingly, the process was smooth, lacking the previous resistance.

With a gentle push, magic flowed effortlessly.

Under Aaron's astonished gaze, the Twin Wand vibrated.

Then, the wand transformed into two small snakes—one black, one red—that intertwined intimately.

Finally, they coiled into a bracelet of black and red on Aaron's wrist.

"This..." Aaron was dumbfounded. How was this possible?

Yet he sensed the wand was genuinely pleased with him.

Beside him, Ollivander and Dumbledore stared wide-eyed, particularly Ollivander.

He hadn't known the wand he made could assume another form!

Aaron raised his wrist, inspecting the bracelet-like wand. He felt a mere thought could restore it to a wand.

Indeed, guided by his thoughts, the bracelet shifted back into two snakes, entwined and then solidified—becoming a wand once more!

He raised the wand, eager to test its power.

A mist of black and red emanated from the wand's tip, coalescing and shaping in the air.

Seeing this, Dumbledore rarely lost his composure. "This... How is this possible? It's a Patronus Charm!"