章節 19: The wand chooses the wizard
"Now... I believe it is about time we find you a wand too Mr. Potter" the man said whilst looking at Philip.
"You can just call me Philip, and my twin brother here is Harry." Philip said whilst feeling slightly awkward due to them both being called Mr. Potter despite the fact the man was completely right.
"Well then, Mr Philip Potter." the man said as he made his way into the very back of the store. After a few seconds, he made his way back with three boxes piled atop each other. The man placed them down on the counter before opening the lid to the first one, inside was a very dark purple wand with small, engraved chippings running along it to the tip. He presented Philip with the wand, to which Philip readily took it into hand. Philip ran his finger along the edge of the wand before gently raising it and giving it a twirl. The wand responded this time, however, in yet again another completely incomprehensible way.
The wand quite simply snapped in half with the front half dropping to the ground. The man really didn't know what to think anymore, he seemed to be so shocked by the current events transpiring due to these two boys, but even more so due to Philip here. "It was a good wand, the finest of materials.. truly a shameful loss." The man looked slightly grumpy for a second before raising his head once more, "but worry not, Mr Philip Potter. I promise to find you a suitable wand today." The man said once more whilst opening up the second box set down on the counter, taking it out and presenting it to Philip just like before.
Philip took the wand into his hands, noticed this one was even more bizarre compared to the previous ones he had seen so far. It was a crimson red wand with dragons spiraling all the way to the tip. It looked rather intimidating, and felt so too. Harry and The man both had their eyes trained on the wand in Philips hands to see what kind of reaction it would have. Philip was still finding all the events that had transpired rather interesting and thus, became patient with the process of finding him a perfect wand.
He took the wand once more, and gave it a slight twirl to which the wand responded by letting out small draconic roars, but then, all of a sudden, the dragons that were weaving around the wand suddenly began to disappear one by one as though attempting to swiftly escape from Philips grasp.
Despite it being such a timid reaction compared to the previous destruction caused by Philips wand testing, The man still felt even more distraught by this one.
"Ahhhh, that wand was truly one of a kind... but! we shall persevere!" He said as he tried to clear away the gloomy feeling that was currently attempting to invade his mind. He opened up the final box with a slight lift of the lid, gently took out the wand before proceeding to stare between it and Philip a few times. Philip looked at the wand and noticed small wolves engraved along the aegean blue handle. Seeing this, Philip subconsciously let out a small smile.
After what felt like a rather long time, the man sighed before presenting the wand to Philip once more. This time, Philip looked at the wand for a few seconds before gradually reaching out his arm and accepting the wand gracefully. The second the wand fell into his grasp, he felt as though the world had been flipped upside down. He felt magical power coursing through his veins like never before.
Harry and the man looked on as Philip was being enshrouded by a pure white aura that was becoming increasingly brighter by the second, to the extent where it almost blinded them.
When the intense white aura had finally calmed down, the man noticed how Philip now had a slight glimmer in his eyes, his hair had adopted a few more strands of pure white here and there and his being felt as though it had been changed slightly.
The man sighed as he looked down for a second before briefly looking back towards Philip who had now opened his eyes. "Ahh, perhaps this was meant to be. Why, yes, this certainly does make sense. The courageous will be curious whilst the wise will be thirsty" The man said as his voice grew quieter towards the end.
"Thirsty?" Harry asked, "Yes my boy, thirsty for power... for knowledge." the man said whilst giving a slightly awkward look towards Philip to which Philip gave a calm concentrated gaze in return.
Harry looked towards his brother with a slight frown wondering why Philip would be supposedly searching for power and knowledge, he had to admit that his brother spent most of his life with a book at hand, but he merely thought of it as his brothers hobby more so than a pursuit for power.
Philip noticing the situation at hand was getting slightly awkward decided to speak up whilst putting the wand away temporarily into his pouch, "Well then, I believe we owe you some money, Mr. Ollivander? he said whilst asking in a questioning tone.
"Ah, why yes. My apologies, I never introduced myself did I, my name is Mr Garrick Ollivander, as all others do, you may just call me Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Ollivander said whilst doing a slight bow.
"For the young Harrys wand, it'll be 7 gold galleons, whilst for young Philips wand... it shall be 24 gold galleons." Mr. Ollivander said whilst holding out his hand with the gesture of making them pay up. Harrys eyes had widened in shock once more at the price of each wand, especially Philips compared to his. But once he remembered the reactions of both wands and how Mr. Ollivander had spoke of them, he felt that it was infact a suitable price. Philip readily took out the galleons before promptly passing them over to Ollivander.
Mr. Ollivander gave a slight smile for the first time before promptly looking behind the two boys in which had a floor littered with boxes, wands, paper, glass and much more 'debris' from the wands denials. Philip and Harry turned around and looked at the mess before glancing at each other and giving a bitter smile, "My apologies, Mr. Ollivander... it seems we have truly overstepped our bounds unintentionally today." Philip said whilst he turned back and did a slight bow with Harry in tow.
Philip having thought of something, took out his wand from the pouch once more and decided to give it a go. He pointed towards the aftermath left scattered across the floor and silently waved his wand in a small, clockwise motion forming the shape of a triangle that would get smaller as it reached for the middle.
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Godblade I'm not too sure if I liked 'thirsty' as the word I used, so if you have any better suggestions, feel free to leave them below and i'll check them out.
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