Chapter 39: Elegant

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He shook his head and then, to Harry's relief, spotted McGonagall. "Minerva! How good to see you again… Fir, nine and a half inches, elegant, refined and very powerful. It has served you well hasn't it?"

"It has," said McGonagall. Ollivander nodded and turned to Harry.

"Well, now - Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He let the tape measure fly from his hand and start measuring Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As it measured, Ollivander moved back into the shelves he'd emerged from and spoke, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. I prefer unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get good results with another wizard's wand."

Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure rolled itself up and flew right back to If you want to read more chapters ahead from here you can visit my Patre-on.

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He shook his head and then, to Harry's relief, spotted McGonagall. "Minerva! How good to see you again… Fir, nine and a half inches, elegant, refined and very powerful. It has served you well hasn't it?"

"It has," said McGonagall. Ollivander nodded and turned to Harry.

"Well, now - Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He let the tape measure fly from his hand and start measuring Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As it measured, Ollivander moved back into the shelves he'd emerged from and spoke, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. I prefer unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get good results with another wizard's wand."

Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure rolled itself up and flew right back to Ollivander's pocket.

"Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave.

"Harry took the wand and, feeling foolish, waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once, "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy.

Try it." Harry tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Ollivander.

"No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, and try it out." Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Ollivander was waiting for.

The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the single spindly chair in the room.

At around an hour's time, McGonagall grew impatient and spoke up.

"Excuse me Mr. Ollivander. I will just be finishing up a few purchases outside. Mr. Potter, please wait for me here after your selection is finished." And she let herself out.

Harry turned back to Ollivander to find him standing straighter, his eyes sharper than they'd ever been and an unnerving smirk on his face.

"Now that she is gone, would you like to show me the wand that you have been using. Mr. Potter"

A tense pause filled the room for a minute while Harry considered what to do. He could run. He could attack. Or he could talk.

"How did you know about that?" Harry asked warily, pulling out the Riddler's wand from his pocket and holding it at the ready. With an amused look, Ollivander took it from his hand.

"I am a wand maker, Mr. Potter. It is my job to know things about my customer's wands." Ollivander smirked as he looked at the bone white wand that Harry handed him.

"Yes. I believe this wand will obey you just fine. You've won its allegiance fair and square. Of course, Mr. Riddle has modified it, despite my many warnings not to do so," he said disapprovingly as he fussed over the shape.

"Bone handle. Such a melodramatic one he was," he muttered as he cracked the bone open with a knife and washed the wand with some strange smelling green water, that somehow ended up giving the white a more golden sheen. He wiped it off before handing it back to Harry.

"There you go. I've taken the liberty of washing it clean of its dark magic. Perhaps it can one day redeem itself with you. Now, do hold on for a minute, I believe I know which wand will choose you. Wait here."

He headed back to the shelves and reemerged with an old looking box. "One of my best," he said as he handed it to Harry, upon whose touch the wand let loose a bunch of golden ribbons of light. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. In its heart it holds the tail feather of the same phoenix as your other wand, making them brothers. They will serve you well."

"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked, "Why give me two wands?"

"Because you will need it," Ollivander said before he disappeared into the shelves again.

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Harry Potter

Health-400/400

Mana-200/200

The Gamer

Title-The Boy who Lived

(+20 Str,+20 Vit, +20 Dex, while in Home Turf)

Level-8 Exp-16940/19200

Race-wizard

STR-8(+20)=28

VIT-4(+3+20)=27

DEX-6(+3+20)=29

INT-11

WIS-10

LUC-14

POINTS-15

MONEY- 175 / 2042G 182S 25K

Harry Potter is a wizard, the son of Lily Potter and James Potter. He has bad eyesight making it difficult for him to do well in class.

His magic has gotten him trouble over the years in various schools. Strange things seem to happen around him. Harry is unaware of who he is, and wishes to find meaning in his life. Harry loves his mother, and hates the Dursleys.

Status- wizard, giving Harry - +3 VIT, +3 DEX and the ability to control magic, talk to snakes, control his appearance and look cool.

After waving away the screens, Harry awkwardly sat there waiting for McGonagall to show back up. After a while, a curious little question popped into his head.

"So why only three?"

"Pardon?" Ollivander said, peeking up from above a shelf. He was on the ladder.

"Why only 3 types of cores?" Harry repeated, "The books said that there were many types of creatures with magic."

"Good question," Ollivander replied, looking a bit excited to have heard someone ask a question about his profession to him. He climbed down and a chair dragged itself from the depths of the store, upon which he sat.

"Prior to my own proprietorship of the family business, wizards used a wide variety of wand cores. A customer would often present the wand maker with a magical substance to which they were attached, or had inherited, or by which their family swore.

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"Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave.

"Harry took the wand and, feeling foolish, waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once, "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy.

Try it." Harry tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Ollivander.

"No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, and try it out." Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Ollivander was waiting for.

The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the single spindly chair in the room.

At around an hour's time, McGonagall grew impatient and spoke up.

"Excuse me Mr. Ollivander. I will just be finishing up a few purchases outside. Mr. Potter, please wait for me here after your selection is finished." And she let herself out.

Harry turned back to Ollivander to find him standing straighter, his eyes sharper than they'd ever been and an unnerving smirk on his face.

"Now that she is gone, would you like to show me the wand that you have been using. Mr. Potter"

A tense pause filled the room for a minute while Harry considered what to do. He could run. He could attack. Or he could talk.

"How did you know about that?" Harry asked warily, pulling out the Riddler's wand from his pocket and holding it at the ready. With an amused look, Ollivander took it from his hand.

"I am a wand maker, Mr. Potter. It is my job to know things about my customer's wands." Ollivander smirked as he looked at the bone white wand that Harry handed him.

"Yes. I believe this wand will obey you just fine. You've won its allegiance fair and square. Of course, Mr. Riddle has modified it, despite my many warnings not to do so," he said disapprovingly as he fussed over the shape.

"Bone handle. Such a melodramatic one he was," he muttered as he cracked the bone open with a knife and washed the wand with some strange smelling green water, that somehow ended up giving the white a more golden sheen. He wiped it off before handing it back to Harry.

"There you go. I've taken the liberty of washing it clean of its dark magic. Perhaps it can one day redeem itself with you. Now, do hold on for a minute, I believe I know which wand will choose you. Wait here."

He headed back to the shelves and reemerged with an old looking box. "One of my best," he said as he handed it to Harry, upon whose touch the wand let loose a bunch of golden ribbons of light. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. In its heart it holds the tail feather of the same phoenix as your other wand, making them brothers. They will serve you well."

"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked, "Why give me two wands?"

"Because you will need it," Ollivander said before he disappeared into the shelves again.

Ping!

Quest Completed!

Buy all your school supplies!

Reward,

10,000 Exp

Your very own money vault!

Your personal wand!

Ping!

You have gained a level!

Harry Potter

Health-400/400

Mana-200/200

The Gamer

Title-The Boy who Lived

(+20 Str,+20 Vit, +20 Dex, while in Home Turf)

Level-8 Exp-16940/19200

Race-wizard

STR-8(+20)=28

VIT-4(+3+20)=27

DEX-6(+3+20)=29

INT-11

WIS-10

LUC-14

POINTS-15

MONEY- 175 / 2042G 182S 25K

Harry Potter is a wizard, the son of Lily Potter and James Potter. He has bad eyesight making it difficult for him to do well in class.

His magic has gotten him trouble over the years in various schools. Strange things seem to happen around him. Harry is unaware of who he is, and wishes to find meaning in his life. Harry loves his mother, and hates the Dursleys.

Status- wizard, giving Harry - +3 VIT, +3 DEX and the ability to control magic, talk to snakes, control his appearance and look cool.

After waving away the screens, Harry awkwardly sat there waiting for McGonagall to show back up. After a while, a curious little question popped into his head.

"So why only three?"

"Pardon?" Ollivander said, peeking up from above a shelf. He was on the ladder.

"Why only 3 types of cores?" Harry repeated, "The books said that there were many types of creatures with magic."

"Good question," Ollivander replied, looking a bit excited to have heard someone ask a question about his profession to him. He climbed down and a chair dragged itself from the depths of the store, upon which he sat.

"Prior to my own proprietorship of the family business, wizards used a wide variety of wand cores.

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