Chapter 3: Wand chose Wizard?, nah; Wizard chooses the wand

Chapter 3: Wand chose Wizard?, nah; Wizard chooses the wand

Ollivander's Wand Shop was silent and solemn. Countless narrow boxes were neatly placed on shelves that almost touched the ceiling, and a pleasant woody scent floated in the air. In the sunlight coming through the glass, one could vaguely see some floating dust dancing with the slight tinkling sound coming from nowhere.

"Good afternoon."

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

He was stunned for a moment when he saw Dumbledore, and then his face was full of 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 greeted Ollivander with a smile and stepped aside.

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

"Then let's get started."

Ollivander's silver eyes stared at Avada for a moment, making him feel uneasy. Just when he wanted to ask, he saw Ollivander's expression become stranger.

"What's your name, kid?"

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

"Avada Kendavia."

He imitated Dumbledore's tone and drew out his words, trying to minimize the shock to Ollivander. But Ollivander still shuddered after hearing it, then showed a look of realization.

"I see, no wonder..."

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

"Right hand."

"Raise your arms."

The measuring tape in Ollivander's hand automatically floated up and moved around Avada to measure every bit of his body, while Ollivander himself dove into the pile of wands behind him and began to search.

"My eyes can see some special things. Adding the name and size of the buyer, I can roughly determine a range of magic wands to choose from. But if I encounter a picky customer, I still have to test it more than a dozen times, or even dozens of times..."

"Okay, try this one. Ten and three-quarters inches, acacia wood, with a phoenix feather core. Give it a try..."

His words got stuck in his mouth before he could finish them, and he watched in surprise as a red light poured out from the tip of the staff, enveloping the hand holding it and gradually covering Avada's entire body.

"Wow!"

Avada couldn't help but shout out in surprise - when he held the wand, his magical senses seemed to be wearing glasses, and instantly became several times clearer!

He also vaguely felt that his own golden light, that is, his mental power, seemed to be able to extend along the direction of the wand, becoming more condensed, and the range would be greatly increased!

This thing is simply a magic weapon for casting spells!

"Successful in one go? It's not a common situation!"

Ollivander shouted with some joy, then calmed down and smiled. "Then, Mr. Kendavia, congratulations on finding the wand that suits you best. It will accompany you and start your journey into the magical world with you."

"Well..."

Avada felt something was wrong. He saw that others would try for a long time before finally picking out a powerful and strange wand that made Ollivander scream with excitement, but why was it that when it came to him...

"How about trying something else?"

He requested somewhat awkwardly.

"Want to try something else? That's fine. After all, it would be a pity if you didn't try a wand that didn't suit you." Ollivander was amused and took out another wand: "12.5 inches, ebony, unicorn hair, come and try it."

Avada reached out curiously and grasped the wand. The moment he grasped the wand, it suddenly glowed red, sending out a warm current that passed through Avada's body, making him feel very comfortable - exactly the same as the previous one.

"Huh?"

There was a hint of surprise in Ollivander's eyes again.

"Few people can adapt to the second wand so perfectly." Ollivander stared at the little guy in front of him with interest: "You can make the decision to try another wand. I'm afraid you are attracted to it in some way? Maybe this is the guidance of fate?"

"Um... can you try again?"

"Haha, do you still want to experience the feeling of a wand that doesn't fit your hand? All right then.

Here is the rest of the corrected Chapter 3:

"Thirteen inches, cherry wood, unicorn hair, try this one."

Avada took the newly offered wand, opened it, held it, and there was another red light and warm current.

"What is going on?!"

Not only Ollivander but even Dumbledore beside him showed a look of surprise.

If it was a coincidence for a person to touch two perfectly matching wands twice in a row, then the third time meant that things were not so simple.

"Try this one again!"

Ollivander didn't even bother with the standard three-wand combo; instead, he pulled out a wand and shoved it into Avada's hand - still the red light and warmth that symbolized a perfect match.

"What about this?"

Perfect fit, warm red light.

"this!"

Red light, warm current.

"this!!"

Red light, warm current.

"…"

Red light, warm current.

Ollivander, Dumbledore, and Avada fell silent simultaneously.

"It shouldn't be like this, how could it be like this, it doesn't make sense..."

"Do you have any idea, Professor Dumbledore?" Ollivander pondered for a long time without any result, so he had to ask for help from Dumbledore, who brought Avada with him, but in return, he only got the same confused look.

Avada, who was holding his wand at a loss, had his eyes twitching: at least he was experiencing the feeling of constantly choosing a wand.

Although it is the reverse.

"So..." He carefully broke the silence and asked, "How should I choose my wand?"

The atmosphere in the wand shop became even more silent.

"...How about choosing the first one?"

Dumbledore frowned so much that his glasses almost flew off, but he finally nodded helplessly: "Okay."

Ollivander seemed unwilling to accept it, but in the end, he said nothing. He just silently accepted the seven gold Galleons and handed the ten-and-three-quarter-inch-long acacia wood wand with phoenix feathers to Avada.

However, this also had an advantage. When Dumbledore was buying textbooks, robes, and other supplies for first-year students, his expression seemed as if he was thinking about something important concerning the entire wizarding world. As a result, the people around him did not come forward to disturb him, allowing Avada to complete this trip to Diagon Alley easily.

It was not until Avada signed the compensation clause of the Ministry of Magic with his wand and completed the magic contract that Dumbledore stared at Avada and spoke slowly in a serious tone:

"You have talents that we can't imagine, Avada."

"I hope you can use it well."

Unlike the expected long speech, Dumbledore only said these two short sentences to Avada. But then his tone became relaxed again:

"But before you start to control your talent, I suggest you buy a few real Muggle textbooks on the way back to Hogwarts; otherwise, you may not be able to deal with the questions of your future friends."

"Also, I have to remind you that the next month will be the last time you can cast spells outside of school before you leave Hogwarts. You will regret it if you don't cherish it. But you must also be careful to keep it secret. Matters related to the Statute of Secrecy are always a headache."

"Thanks for the reminder, Professor."

Avada thanked him sincerely, and then he remembered something:

"Also, Professor Dumbledore, the question about my name..."

"Don't worry too much."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Although the name registered with Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic cannot be changed, it is still possible to use a code name in front of students. This will at least ensure that only the professor knows your real name in the whole school, so that you will not be troubled by your classmates. Well, Avada Kendavia...how about 'Mr. K'?"

"That sounds good."

Avada sighed inwardly - but in this way, wouldn't he also become "the one whose name cannot be mentioned"?

Born in an orphanage, introduced to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, with amazing talent, he cannot be named...

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

"That's still good."

"If the Sorting Hat knew my real name and got shocked, wouldn't it put me directly into Azkaban?"