My God, You're a Mad Wizard!

Dylan didn't have much money on hand.

But, after all, it was most of his parents' life savings.

Exchanging two thousand Galleons was enough for now.

However, Dylan didn't plan to exchange all his money.

He needed to keep some capital on hand.

Besides that, he spent five hundred pounds to exchange for a hundred Galleons, which he tucked into his pocket.

This caused a few goblins to roll their eyes.

As expected, these little wizards from Muggle families were all so poor!

"Let's go, let's get the tickets," Professor McGonagall said, leading Dylan to buy the tickets to Hogwarts.

She then reminded him, "At King's Cross Station, you need to find the third pillar between platforms nine and ten."

"Don't be afraid when the time comes, just run straight into the pillar, and you'll reach Platform 9¾."

Dylan nodded.

Next, under Professor McGonagall's guidance, they went to the wand shop.

Dylan looked up.

The sign in front of the shop read: "Established in 382 B.C.?"

He glanced around at the small and cramped shop.

He clicked his tongue. "Has this place seriously never been renovated in all these centuries?"

"Don't worry, wizards can support their houses with magic," Professor McGonagall smiled. "The Ollivander family's craftsmanship isn't just about making wands. This building won't collapse."

Professor McGonagall opened the door.

Dylan followed her inside.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw a grumpy old man bent over, rummaging through a pile of wands.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Ollivander stood up and turned to see Professor McGonagall.

"Nine and a half inches, pine wood, dragon heartstring… Oh, Professor McGonagall, how nice to see you bringing another young wizard to take care of my business."

Professor McGonagall took Dylan by the hand and pulled him forward.

"Well then, please choose a wand that suits him."

She then leaned down and added, "I need to buy some magical supplies. After you're done with the wand selection, wait for me outside."

"Alright, Professor," Dylan nodded.

The doorbell rang again as Professor McGonagall left the shop.

Ollivander looked at the new young wizard before him, a smile tugging at his lips. "Child, are you ready to become a true wizard? I'm curious, which hand do you favor…"

"I'm looking forward to it," Dylan raised his arm, "I'm used to my right hand."

"Oh! Alright, please wait a moment." Ollivander walked over, measuring Dylan with a ruler.

Afterward, he pulled out a wand from a box.

"Try this one."

Dylan took the wand and, instinctively, flicked his wrist.

The next moment, his muscle memory almost made him cast the Unforgivable Curse at Ollivander.

"Whoa!"

Dylan was startled, quickly suppressing the spell in his mind, and lightly flicked his arm.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of wind exploded, knocking Ollivander's neatly arranged wand boxes into disarray.

Wands and boxes clattered to the ground.

But Ollivander, seemingly used to it, waved his wand lightly.

"Back to normal!"

The wand boxes were magically lifted and floated back into place.

"It seems this one isn't quite right for you," Ollivander said, frowning as he turned and searched the shelves again.

"How about this one?"

Dylan took it.

"Swish!"

A stream of fiery magic shot out.

"Looks like your magic power is quite volatile."

Ollivander took the wand back, then handed Dylan another seven or eight wands to try.

But almost every one of them caused some kind of trouble.

Dylan began to feel a little anxious.

Could it be that he hadn't yet fully mastered his wand but had already learned an Unforgivable Curse at max level?

Was this why the wands seemed to be resisting him?

"Don't worry, child," Ollivander said, noticing Dylan's troubled expression. "I have many wands here. There's bound to be one that suits you."

However, he didn't address the real problem.

Dylan forced a smile and chuckled awkwardly. "I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Ollivander."

"Serving my customers is my duty," Ollivander replied with a smile. "You're not the pickiest wizard I've seen."

He resumed searching for a new wand.

From the ground level to the top.

"This one won't do, this one isn't quite right for you… How about this?"

Ollivander pulled another wand from the wall.

Dylan took it, gave it a small flick.

"Boom!"

A violent surge of magic erupted.

A shockwave shot straight toward Ollivander.

Dylan was startled.

But Ollivander skillfully used his wand to neutralize the shockwave.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, but a question formed in his mind.

"Why is it that, even though I haven't learned any spells systematically, I'm still able to produce effects similar to attack magic when selecting a wand?"

Dylan continued to try wand after wand.

Finally, Ollivander noticed something was off.

"Wait a minute! What are you doing?"

"Huh? I'm trying to sense the magic released when I control the wand, to see if I can figure out a way to control the resulting effects."

"What did you say? My god! You little wizards are completely mad!"

Ollivander's eyes widened, his expression turning serious.

He even dropped the wand box he was holding, striding over to Dylan and grabbing his wand-hand.

"Stop doing that! You're trying to invent spells, and that's extremely dangerous! It's not something you should be concerned with right now!"

"Invent spells?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.

He let Ollivander take the wand from his hand.

"Yes, in the beginning, wizards who researched spells had to go through these stages. Back then, my ancestors hadn't even started making wands yet."

Ollivander seemed both alarmed and worried that Dylan would secretly continue studying spell invention.

He warned, "Ancient wizards believed magic had its own spirit, and they let it flow freely, seeking visible patterns. Eventually, this led to the creation of spells."

"But letting magic run wild can cost you your life!"