09- It’s the wizard who chooses the wand

09- It’s the wizard who chooses the wand

"This wand is not for sale." An old man walked out of the shop and came to them. His steps were light and almost silent, but his big, light-colored eyes were very bright, like two moons.

Rhys glanced at the old man. His old face was almost 70% similar to the staff maker from thousands of years ago. It was as if he had stepped out of Rhys's memory.

"You must be Mr. Ollivander."

No need to tell his name, Rhys was convinced that the person in front of him was a descendant of the Ollivander family. From this point of view, their family has at least a thousand years of wand-making history, and the words on the sign may not be an exaggeration now.

"Of course." Garrick Ollivander was not surprised. After all, this was the entrance to Ollivander's Wand Shop, so it was not difficult to guess his identity.

He reiterated to Rhys that the wands in the window were not for sale. If Rhys wanted to buy a wand, he had thousands of ready-made wands in his store for him to choose from, except this one.

Rhys pointed to the wand in the window and asked: "Applewood, dragon's brain nerve?"

"Yes, twelve and a quarter inches, apple wood with dragon brain nerves, a rare choice." Ollivander's tone was full of surprise and admiration.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

'How did he know?' Mr. Ollivander was really surprised.

The young man in front of him could actually see the material and core of the wand through the display window. This was really an enviable talent. Which wand maker was he the descendant of?

For the sake of Rhys's superb wand-learning talent, Mr. Ollivander explained to him the ins and outs of this wand: This wand was customized by a customer in the shop of Mr. Ollivander's ancestor thousands of years ago. , but on the day of delivery, the girl did not come to pick up the wand.

His ancestor had been waiting for her as she was one of the kind customers who believed him that day, but she did not show up until her ancestor passed away.

The ancestor made a rule before his death that this wand could only be sold to those who took the initiative to report the remaining balance of the wand and pay in the correct currency at the time he died.

In Mr. Ollivander's opinion, this is an impossible condition. It is extremely difficult to ask for payment using currency from a thousand years ago. What's more, no one except the Ollivander family knows about this currency. Not to mention the remaining balance after the downpayment of the wand.

This wand will remain in the Ollivanders Wand Shop window as always, becoming a symbol of their family's history.

"The final payment is 37 Æthelstan silver pennies. Please keep it. I've taken this wand." Rhys took out a small bag full of silver coins from the small bag on his waist and put it in Ollivander's hands.

Contrary to the stereotype, one Æthelstan silver penny weighs less than two grams, and the thirty-seven silver pennies together with the bag containing them weigh less than three ounces. Mr. Ollivander can naturally carry the bag. When it was placed in his hand, his arm didn't even tremble.

Ollivander was stunned on the spot. He couldn't figure out why this boy knew the remaining price of the wand and even prepared silver pennies that were only circulated a thousand years ago. Could it be that he is the descendant of the girl from before?

But if their family knew this, why did they wait a thousand years to get this wand?

Garrick Ollivander was confused.

"Why?" he asked subconsciously.

"Because I have a fate with this wand." A faint smile appeared on Rhys's face.

He was curious and wanted to see the wand so he had paid attention to Helga and the old man while ignoring his two friend's banter, secondly, he had only exchanged rubies and crystals with the goblin and had these silver coins, wasn't this the fate of the wand to be his?

"No wand can deny a great wizard. It is I who chooses the wand, not the wand that choses me."

Rhys spread his hands.

Along with his movements, the "wall" of wands trembled, and each wand trembled in the box as if it had come alive.

During this process, Rhys could clearly sense the emotions of the wands: fear, surrender, unyielding, anger... and joy.

He could choose any wand from among the thousands, and as he said, no wand would refuse him.

After he noticed the movement, he stretched out his hand. A wooden box flew out from the wand wall and landed firmly in his hand.

"Thirteen inches, elderberry, fire dragon's heart nerve." After seeing the appearance of the box clearly, Ollivander subconsciously reported the properties of the wand.

"A pretty good wand, how much does it cost?"

Rhys took a fancy to this wand.

"Seven Galleons."

"One more." Rhys waved again and summoned a twelve-inch long wand with laurel wood as the body and unicorn tail hair as the core.

This one is for Lupet.

When Rhys paid and was about to leave, Mr. Ollivander spoke, and there was even a vibrato in his tone.

"..Sir, who are you?"

The young man left Ollivander's Wand Shop with Lupet, who was already dumbfounded by surprise, without looking back, leaving only his voice echoing in the small shop——

"I am the greatest wizard in this age and 'time'."

" ...The greatest wizard", this statement is so arrogant, but Mr. Ollivander felt for a moment that this boy who was no taller than his chest was not bragging or lying, because the scene just now was still deeply imprinted in his mind. And this day and scene, cannot fade away for a long time.

Does the wand choose the wizard, or does the wizard choose the wand?

Ollivander didn't notice a crack in his ironclad faith, all because a teenager walked into his wand shop and picked out a wand for himself.

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