Silver light and shadow intertwined for a moment.
Then, it slowly returned to the wand.
Only a few silver glimmers lingered, flickering as they gradually dissipated.
"I never thought it would truly wait for its master. Merlin above, I am witnessing the birth of a legend. You are destined to achieve glorious accomplishments that will be recorded in history." Ollivander's cloudy eyes fixed on Ian, his hunched figure appearing even more bent than before—
As if bowing slightly.
"Is this the Elder Wand?"
Ian looked down at the wand, which seemed to understand his heart. He didn't know if this was a characteristic of the Elder Wand, but he felt his magic surge, unusually active and powerful.
"Elder wood is the rarest of all wand woods—more difficult to master than any other. Few choose it, for it only bonds with masters of unique destiny."
"Every owner of the Elder Wand is destined to be world-renowned in the great current of history. You, too, will surely become a figure of unparalleled greatness."
Ollivander seemed genuinely pleased.
Perhaps Ian's compatibility with this wand affirmed that his experiment years ago had not failed. This wand not only functioned normally—it was perfectly attuned to its wielder.
"Thank you for your blessing. I also hope to achieve something great as I grow."
Ian was very satisfied with his wand.
He couldn't put it down.
"This is not a blessing, Mr. Prince. It is the destiny revealed by the wand. I sought to prove myself back then, so I chose unicorn tail hair for the wand core."
"Such a combination defies convention and contradicts the traditional rules of wand-making." Though Ollivander was quite old, the way he now looked at Ian was vibrant—
Filled with a youthful energy that perhaps only the young possess.
Ian tilted his head, puzzled.
Ollivander smiled warmly.
"You may not yet understand the full nature of this wand, but it will guide you toward the future it reveals…" Ollivander's talent for cryptic speech might even surpass Dumbledore's.
"I cannot reveal the elusive future to you, but you will undoubtedly subvert and transform many things." Ollivander's gaze returned to the wand in Ian's hand.
"Well, what I'd most like to subvert right now is the wand's high price. Considering it's been gathering dust for so long, sir, could you give me a small discount?"
Ian blinked, his voice playful and childlike as he began to bargain.
He thought Ollivander's praise and amazement, coupled with his own clever tactics, would surely win him a good price.
However—
"Seven Galleons. That's the rule."
A businessman is a businessman.
When it came to price, Ollivander's previous humble demeanor vanished instantly.
"Can't you take off just one Galleon?"
"If I really become a great figure, I'll make you president of the Hogwarts Wand Protection Association. You'll collect an annual wand usage tax from all Hogwarts students!"
Ian put on the most innocent face as he made the most shameless offer.
"…"
The well-informed Ollivander was stunned.
"Seven Galleons. That's the Ministry of Magic's rule."
Ollivander flatly refused Ian's capitalist pitch.
"The Ministry of Magic has such a rule?"
Ian felt certain Ollivander was making this up—
Just like that so-called guidance of fate.
He wouldn't even give up a single Galleon.
And you say I'm destined for greatness?
"Yes, that's right. In fact, this is already a discounted price for young wizards. If you wanted to buy a second wand—even Dumbledore would have to pay twenty Galleons."
Ollivander fully demonstrated what it means to value money over reputation.
"Then… if Dumbledore promised to let you collect wand usage tax every year?" Ian looked up curiously, tossing out a fresh idea.
"Well…"
Unexpectedly—
Ollivander was actually tempted and began to consider it.
Ah, I see.
No power, no say.
What destiny? That's all nonsense!
Ian pouted inwardly and started paying honestly.
Snape had only given him seven Galleons, and he used every ounce of skill to avoid leaving behind even a single Copper Knut.
"I wish you a pleasant school life."
After receiving the money, Ollivander's smile returned. He bowed slightly as he saw Ian off.
Ding-dong~
Just as Ian opened the door to leave—
A little girl and her parents were just about to push it open.
"Out of the way, child."
An old woman stood outside—her wrinkled face bearing an aristocratic air, a tilted hat atop her head, and a sheer veil covering her features. She issued the order to Ian with an unmistakably condescending tone.
Not wanting trouble, Ian quickly stepped aside.
However—
He also let go of the doorknob.
The old woman had to push the door open again herself, bringing with her a platinum-blonde girl. Neither spared Ian a glance.
Yet the little girl stared at Ian for a long time. Whether it was dissatisfaction with his small act or something else, it was unclear. Her expression revealed nothing.
A dead fish face like Professor Snape. These two must be a perfect match with the old bat.
Ian grumbled inwardly, his gaze lingering briefly on the girl's delicate features.
A high nose bridge.
Defined cheekbones.
Slightly thin, symmetrical lips.
Even among the famously striking Germanic lineage, this little girl stood out—but that wasn't what caught Ian's attention.
He had noticed her eyes—heterochromia: one blue, one white.
Even rarer than beauty.
"A pure-blood aristocrat…"
Ian didn't look for long.
Once the two entered, he gave them a curious glance or two, then turned to leave.
As the door swung shut behind him—
The voices from inside carried clearly.
"Mrs. Rosier, long time no see. I didn't expect to see you in London."
"And you've brought a young wizard… Let me see, good heavens… Merlin above, she is… Yes, yes, I won't cause you any trouble."
"I never imagined this family still had descendants—and with such extraordinary talent. I believe she, too, is destined for unparalleled achievement."
The voice and tone were unmistakable.
Good heavens!
He praises everyone!
Every visitor is extraordinary and glorious?
Confirmed:
Ollivander is absolutely the Celia of the wizarding world.
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