Kapitel 7: Chapter 6: Wand
// I was honestly thinking of just reading hp fanfics, but when you search and search and can't find shut you get frustrated there is none, then you want to still read one, so you become like me who said 'im not writing today' but still fucking wrote AAAAA evil cycle be endless!!
// Though it's still fun.
// Enjoy ;>
Chapter 6: Wand
After going through an extensive reading experience, Alan thanked the cashier for his assistance before leaving and started walking towards the small, shabby shop across the street lane.
'Ollivander's: Maker's of Fine Wands since 382 BC.'
Looking at the words on the sign, Alan pondered whether the ancestors of the Ollivander family were Roman.
From the information he knows, the name 'Ollivander' literally means 'he who owns the olive wand', which probably suggests that the original Ollivander arrived in Britain from a Mediterranean country since olive trees aren't exactly native to Britain, adding in the dates and there is a high probability of Ollivander's ancestors being Roman.
But he could be wrong too.
Alan stepped through the rickety door and entered the wand shop.
The shop was very, very small, with nothing in it except a bench, Thousands of long and narrow boxes lay on the shelves in almost complete disorder, making it look like they would collapse at any moment.
Alan briefly wondered what magic held it in place, when a sudden voice woke him up from his musings.
"It may look unstable, but they are charmed to hold in place."
Alan looked to where the voice was and saw an old man with a genial smile looking at him.
He had white hair and silver eyes that shone with curiosity.
Alan put on a polite smile, "I was rather wondering which spell was holding it in place."
"Curious are we, Mr. Potter? A great trait to have these days." Ollivander nodded in satisfaction at his answer.
"You're here for a wand I presume?"
Alan nodded.
"Which arm would you like to use your wand with?" Ollivander asked
"I'm left-handed," Alan answered in the same polite tone.
Ollivander waved his wand and a small tape-measuring device came forth and started measuring him in different odd places.
"It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands..."
"Your mother. favored a willow wand, Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, Nice wand for charm work."
"While your father favored a mahogany wand, Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it, it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Olivander said with a smile, as the tape device was still measuring Alan from shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally the circumference of the head.
"Every Ollivander wand has a powerful magical substance. This is its essence."
We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings."
"Every Ollivander wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly alike."
"Of course, if you used a wand that belonged to another wizard, it would never have a good effect."
Ollivamder spoke as he talked on about wands as he continued to measure.
The whole process looked more like choosing a wand was more like a tailor choosing clothes through measurements.
Alan didn't exactly know the use of measuring his body proportions in order to get a wand. After all, an eleven-year-old child is in a period of growth, and these measurements would soon be outdated.
Though he did have some whimsical theories.
It might be measuring his magical signature for it to apply to my wand later on, or maybe it's just that Ollivander is eccentric… probably the latter.
Ollivander turned around and walked towards the shelves, and a few moments later he came back with several wooden boxes in his arms.
"Well, Mr. Potter, try this one. It's made out of black walnut, a dragon heartstring core, eleven inches long, sharp, and powerful. Give it a try."
Alan took the wand but did not rush to wave it, instead he began to examine it.
The wand has a beautiful appearance, the dark brown wood body looks quite majestic, and the texture of the wood feels extremely smooth yet firm on the touch, which Alan liked very much.
Seeing that Alan didn't move, Ollivander thought he was nervous, so he smiled and encouraged him, "Mr. Potter, don't be too nervous, it won't hurt you."
Hearing this, Alan smiled shyly and did not make excuses and just waved the wand in his hand.
"BOOM!" A ball of fire came out and almost burned Ollivander's hair.
"Uh… Mr. Ollivander, I'm so sorry" Alan said to Ollivander somewhat embarrassed.
"It's okay, it's okay…" Ollivander didn't seem to be affected by this, as he took the wand from Alan's hand and handed him another one.
"Try this one, made of willow wood, a unicorn hair core, nine inches long, stable and resilient."
This time there was no fire, but instead, a strong wind blew. For a moment the whole store was filled with smoke and the wooden boxes on the shelves fell to the ground.
This made Alan even more embarrassed, but Ollivander wasn't angry at all, he seemed more excited instead.
He cast a spell and soon everything went to normal.
"Don't worry, let's keep trying. Grapevine wood, a unicorn hair core. Twelve inches long, quiet and farsighted."
This time, Ollivander took the wand away before Alan could wave it.
"No, try this again."
Alan tried several more wands one after the other. But Ollivander didn't seem to get annoyed at this, he seemed to be getting more and more happier.
"What a picky customer, however, the pickier he is, the more it shows that the wizard is extraordinary. Mr Potter will surely achieve great things in the future."
Ollivander said joyfully before he thought of something, and walked to towards a specific shelf.
'Perhaps…'
Ollivander muttered in a barely audible whisper.
As soon he returned he handed the wand tentatively, more unsure whether it would be the one.
Alan at this moment was cursing.
'Fcking hell is this really my destiny, man fate's a bitch isn't she?'
It was a familiar wand, one he had seen on the movie screen rather than in person.
"Holly wood, a phoenix feather core, Eleven inches long, an unusual combination…" Ollivander handed the wand to Alan who took the wand uncertainly.
As soon as he took the wand in his hands, Alan felt a comfortable and reassuring wind breeze past him, when suddenly time seemed to have come to a standstill and the system did something new once again.
[You've activated the main quest.]
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Chapter end
// probably gonna a release another chapter later today, evil cycle and all that.
// Thanks for reading :D
//PS If you see any grammar mistakes, it helps a lot if you point em out :P
//PPS, If a chapter is already written, should i release it like how i do know or choose a specific time to release it, just asking for your convenience.
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