Chapter 4: The Wand Chooses the Wizard

No matter what, the wand still needed to be bought. Kyle carefully pushed open the door and walked in.

Diana and Chris did not follow him in, probably thinking that buying a wand would take a long time. So, after learning that Kyle was going to Ollivanders first, they took a different route to Gringotts.

...

The shop was much better inside than outside. Although it still looked old and the items were arranged in a messy manner, it was at least cleaner.

With a clear tinkle of the wind chime, a white-haired head appeared behind the counter at some point.

"Good afternoon, child."

Ollivander looked at Kyle and asked for no apparent reason, "Did you come alone?"

"Yes," Kyle replied, puzzled. "Is there a problem?"

Ollivander shook his head. "No, of course not."

As he spoke, Kyle vaguely saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Strange, why would a customer's arrival cause disappointment?

"Maybe I saw wrong." Kyle shook his head and didn't think much about it.

"Alright, young wizard."

Ollivander came out from behind the counter and asked, "So, child, can you tell me your name?"

"Kyle, Choba." Kyle said quickly.

"Choba..." Ollivander was slightly taken aback. "Then Mr. Chris is..."

"My father." Kyle said.

"Oh, of course..." Ollivander subconsciously glanced at the shop door but quickly withdrew his gaze and explained, "I mean, after all, the surname Choba is not very common in the British magical world."

Kyle was certain that the old man was indeed disappointed.

Kyle saw it clearly; the moment he mentioned that Chris was his father, the disappointment in Ollivander's eyes was almost overflowing.

Not only that, he started muttering to himself, repeating something about willow or oak, but his voice was too low for Kyle to hear clearly. However, Kyle didn't care much about it.

At this moment, Kyle's mind was filled with thoughts of his own wand, and he had no time to worry about such trivial matters.

After giving his name, Kyle took the initiative to say, "Mr. Ollivander, I am right-handed."

He then extended his arms straight out, making it easier for Ollivander to measure his height and arm length.

He knew the process all too well.

After taking the measurements, it would be time to select the wand, which was the most time-consuming part.

There were at least eight thousand wands here, and even Ollivander would find it difficult to immediately find a wand that matched a young wizard. He would have to narrow it down to a range and then try them one by one.

Kyle was prepared for this.

Moreover, trying out wands was one of the things Kyle wanted to do, just like moving trash cans.

However, Ollivander's next words left Kyle bewildered.

"Oh, child, if it's you, there's no need."

Without measuring his height or asking any details, Kyle watched as Ollivander walked behind the counter, quickly pulled out a box from the most prominent position, opened it, and pushed it in front of Kyle.

His movements were fluid and without hesitation.

"What are you waiting for, try it out!"

Seeing that Kyle didn't move, Ollivander couldn't help but urge him.

"Ah? Oh, okay." Kyle finally came to his senses and instinctively picked up the wand from the box.

It was grayish-black, very smooth, with no extra patterns or decorations except for the necessary handle.

It looked quite ordinary.

As Kyle held the wand, a beam of white light suddenly burst from the tip, instantly filling the entire room. The previously dim and stuffy shop became much brighter, as if a skylight had been opened on the roof.

"Excellent, excellent."

Ollivander looked very excited. Without waiting for Kyle to ask, he said, "Thirteen and a half inches, cedar wood, phoenix feather. I must say, this is a very magical combination."

"Magical combination?" Kyle was puzzled.

"Yes, magical."

Ollivander looked at Kyle and patiently explained, "Cedar wood wands usually choose wizards who are wise and have sharp insight. These wizards are naturally calm, and every choice they make is the result of deep thought. As my father once said, you can never deceive a wizard with a cedar wood wand, and I fully agree with this."

"Therefore, wizards with cedar wood wands often prefer the stable and loyal unicorn tail hair, while phoenix feathers are a bit too proactive.

In fact, I have made and sold a total of thirty-six cedar wood wands, thirty of which have unicorn tail hair cores, five have dragon heartstrings, and the last one..."

Ollivander didn't speak, but smiled and pointed at Kyle.

Kyle was puzzled. "But sir, didn't you say that these two materials don't match well? Why did you make it then?"

"Materials don't match, so don't make it? No, no, no, that's wrong. The wand chooses the wizard, child. Each wand, after its creation, will choose its destined owner, just like them..."

Ollivander pointed to the mountain of wand boxes behind him and smiled. "They are still here not because they are bad, but because the right time hasn't come. Their owners are just waiting for the Hogwarts owl."

Ollivander paused and continued, "Moreover, a completely contradictory wand body and core can perfectly play their roles in the hands of a wizard, which is the most fascinating part of wandmaking.

Just like the wand in your hand, your father Chris once tried it, and your mother Diana also tried it, but they were just a little bit off, just a little bit.

So, after learning about your birth, I have been waiting for this day. It's perfect, isn't it?"

Um... yes.

Kyle nodded instinctively.

The feeling of the wand responding to his every command was indeed captivating, and he was already fond of the wand in his hand.

Although the process was different from what he had expected, the result was good, and Kyle was very satisfied with his wand.

"So, child, seven Galleons."

Ollivander clearly looked even happier.

"Okay." Kyle took out the seven Galleons he had prepared and placed them on the counter.

The first wand for a new student is usually seven Galleons, which is already a very favorable price in the magical world, but this discount only applies to newly enrolled young wizards.

After paying, Ollivander bowed slightly and watched Kyle leave. Then, he turned to look at another young wizard who had just entered the shop and the adult following behind.

"Oh, Mr. Thomas, eleven inches, hawthorn wood..."