Reverse Wand Pick

Chapter 3 Reverse Wand Pick

Ollivander's wand shop was quiet and solemn, with countless long, narrow boxes neatly arranged on shelves that almost touched the ceiling, and a pleasant woody scent wafting in the air. In the sunlight streaming through the glass, a few specks of dust could be vaguely seen, dancing to the soft tinkling sounds that seemed to come from nowhere.

"good afternoon."

A soft voice drifted from the depths, followed by an old man. His eyes were large and silvery-white, like two moons. In Avada's magical senses, those eyes corresponded to an incredibly complex and strange structure.

He paused for a moment when he saw Dumbledore, then his face lit up with joy: "Oh, Professor Dumbledore! It's an honor to see you again... Did you bring that child to buy a wand?"

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, please choose a wand for him."

Dumbledore smiled and greeted Ollivander before stepping aside.

Ollivander seemed to want to say something more, but after seeing Dumbledore's actions, he could only shake his head helplessly, and then turned to look at Avada beside him.

"Let's begin."

Ollivander stared at Avada for a moment with his silvery-white eyes, making Avada feel a little uneasy. Just as he was about to ask a question, Ollivander's expression grew increasingly strange: "What's your name, child?"

"..."

Avada turned to look at Dumbledore and received an approving look.

"Awada Kendavia".

He imitated Dumbledore's tone, drawing out his words to minimize the shock to Ollivander. Ollivander still trembled slightly upon hearing it, but then a look of realization dawned on his face.

"I see, no wonder..."

"Okay, Mr. Kendavia, which hand do you prefer?"

"Right hand."

"Raise your arms."

Ollivander's measuring tape automatically floated up and circled around Avada, measuring every part of his body, while Ollivander himself plunged into the pile of wands behind him and began searching.

"My eyes can see certain things, and combined with the buyer's name and size, I can roughly determine the range of wands to choose from. But if I encounter a picky customer, I still have to test them a dozen or even dozens of times..."

"Alright, try this one. Ten and three-quarters inches, acacia wood, phoenix feather core, give it a swing and see..."

His words caught in his throat as he watched in surprise as a red light surged from the tip of the staff, enveloping the hand that held it and gradually covering Avada's entire body.

Wow!

Avada couldn't help but exclaim in surprise—when he grasped the wand, his magical senses seemed to suddenly be wearing glasses, becoming several times clearer in an instant!

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that his own golden radiance, that is, his spiritual power, seemed to be able to extend outwards along the wand in a specific direction, becoming more solid and its range would also increase significantly!

This thing is simply a spellcasting artifact!

"Success on the first try? That's uncommon!"

Ollivander exclaimed with some delight, then calmed down and smiled, "Well then, Mr. Kendavia, congratulations on finding the wand that's perfect for you. It will accompany you on your journey through the magical world."

"Well……"

Avada felt something was off. He'd seen others try out wands for ages before finally choosing a powerful and wondrous one, making Ollivander shout with excitement. Why was it that when it came to him…

"How about we try something else?"

He made the request somewhat awkwardly.

"Want to try something else? Sure, it's a shame not to have experienced a wand that doesn't quite fit when you're choosing one." Ollivander chuckled and then took out another wand: "12.5 inches, ebony, unicorn hair, give it a try."

Avada reached out and grasped the wand with some curiosity. The instant he touched it, the wand also suddenly glowed red, emitting a warm current that flowed through Avada's body, making him feel extremely comfortable—just like the previous wand.

"what?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ollivander's eyes once again.

"Few people can adapt to a second wand so perfectly." Ollivander stared at the little fellow before him with great interest. "Your decision to try another wand must have been drawn by some unseen force, right? Perhaps it's the guidance of destiny?"

"Um... could you try again?"

"Haha, still want to experience the feeling of an awkward wand? Alright then. Thirteen inches, cherry wood, unicorn hair, give this one a try."

Avada took the newly retrieved wooden box, opened it, and grasped her wand; another red light and warm current emanated from it.

"What's going on?!"

Not only Ollivander, but even Dumbledore, who was standing nearby, showed a look of surprise.

If it's a coincidence that someone finds two perfectly fitting wands twice in a row, then the third time means things aren't so simple.

"Try this one!"

Ollivander didn't even bother with the standard wand trilogy; he simply took out a wand and shoved it into Avada's hand—still the perfect red light and warm current that symbolized a harmonious match.

"What about this one?"

Perfectly compatible, with warm red light.

"this!"

Red light and warm current.

"this!!"

Red light and warm current.

"..."

Red light and warm current.

Ollivander, Dumbledore, and Avada Kedavra all fell silent.

"That shouldn't be happening, how could this be? It doesn't make sense..."

"Do you have any clue, Professor Dumbledore?" Ollivander pondered for a long time without success, and had no choice but to ask Dumbledore, who had brought Avada Kedavra, for help, but all he got in return was the same confused look.

Avada, who was standing to the side holding his wand blankly and not knowing what to do, twitched at the corner of his eye: at least he had experienced what it was like to keep choosing wands.

Although it's in the opposite direction.

"So..." he cautiously broke the silence, asking, "How exactly should I choose my wand?"

The atmosphere inside the wand shop became even more silent.

"...How about we choose the first one?"

Dumbledore's brow furrowed so deeply it almost knocked his glasses off, but he finally nodded helplessly: "Very well."

Ollivander seemed somewhat unwilling, but ultimately said nothing, simply accepting the seven Galleons and then handing the ten and three-quarter-inch long wand made of acacia wood and phoenix feathers to Avada.

However, this also had an advantage: when it came time to buy textbooks, robes, and other supplies for first-year students, Dumbledore's expression suggested he was contemplating something of great importance to the entire wizarding world, which prevented anyone around him from bothering him and allowing Avada to easily complete his Diagon Alley trip.

Only after Avada signed the compensation terms with her wand, completing the magical contract, did he stare intently at Avada and slowly speak in a solemn tone:

"You possess talents beyond our comprehension, Avada."

"I hope you can use it well."

Contrary to his expectations of a lengthy discourse, Dumbledore spoke only these two short sentences to Avada. However, his tone then softened: "But before you begin to master your talents, I suggest you buy a few real Muggle textbooks to take back to your friends, otherwise you might have trouble handling their questions."

"Also, I must remind you that the next month will be the last time you can cast spells off-campus before leaving Hogwarts. You'll regret it if you don't cherish it—but you also need to be careful to keep it discreet, as matters related to the Statute of Secrecy are always a headache."

"Thank you for reminding me, Professor."

Avada expressed her heartfelt gratitude, then suddenly remembered something else: "And Professor Dumbledore, about my name..."

"Don't worry too much."

Dumbledore chuckled and said, "While the name registered at Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic cannot be changed, using a pseudonym in front of students is acceptable. This way, at least only professors in the entire school will know your real name, protecting you from trouble from your classmates. Hmm, Avada Kendavia... how about 'Mr. K'?"

"Sounds good." Avada sighed inwardly—but wouldn't that make him "the one whose name can't even be mentioned" too?

Born in an orphanage, brought to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, possessing extraordinary talent, but whose name cannot be mentioned...

"I hope I won't be sorted into Slytherin...?"

"That's still considered good. If the Sorting Hat knew my real name and got a shock, would it sort me into Azkaban right away?"

(End of this chapter)