Professonagall and Eda left the bookstore to buy a wand, the st and arguably the most important item on their shopping list.

  The shop selling wands was small and shabby, with a peeling gold-lettered sign above the door that read: Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

  In the dusty window, a single wand y on a faded purple cushion.

  They ehe small shop, and from the back, a tinkling sound could be heard.

  The shop was tiny, with nothing but a long bend thousands of narrow boxes stacked almost to the ceiling.

  "The wands sold by Ollivander in Diagon Alley are the best," Magall told Eda.

  "He himself is one of the world's fi wandmakers. Many fn wizards travel great distao Diagon Alley just to purchase a wand made by Ollivander. So, you will also get the wand that best suits you here."

  As Professonagall and Eda were talking, a soft voice suddenly spoke, "Good afternoon." An old man appeared before them, his pale eyes shining like twht moons in the dim shop.

  Needless to say, this must be Mr. Ollivahe wandmaker whose family had been in the business for over two thousand years.

  "Good afternoon," Professonagall respohen said to Eda, "This is Garrick Ollivahe owner of this shop."

  "Hello," Eda said softly, afraid that speaking too loudly might scare away the wand master.

  "Oh, a new Hogwarts student. What is your name, child?" Ollivander asked.

  "Esmeralda Twist," Eda replied, "You call me Eda."

  "Very well, Miss Twist. Which hand do you use to hold your wand?" Ollivander asked, pulling out a long tape measure with silver markings from his pocket.

  "I prefer using my right hand," Eda said.

  "Good, raise your arm," Ollivander instructed, and he began measuring Eda.

  He measured from shoulder to fiip, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, ko armpit, and finally her head circumference.

  Eda couldn't uand the purpose of all these measurements—Even Madam Malkin didn't measure this much!

  Who exactly was selling clothes and who was selling wands?

  However, the tape measure operated automatically, sparing Eda some embarrassment.

  While the silver tape measure was busy, Mr. Ollivander was not idle either.

  He was moving around the shelves, pulling down various long boxes.

  As he did, he expined, "Every Ollivander wand tains powerful magical substances, Miss Twist. This is what gives them their essence. We use uni hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragostrings. Every Ollivander wand is unique because no two unis, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Naturally, if you were to use a wa for another wizard, it wouldn't work nearly as well for you."

  "Alright," he said as the tape measure coiled itself on the floor, "Miss Twist, try this one. Aspen wood, uni hair core, nine and a half inches."

  Eda took the wand. She seemed to sehe wand's excitement, but she felt it didn't belong to her.

  Seeing Eda standing still, Ollivander urged, "Give it a wave, don't just stand there."

  Eda waved the wand, feeling rather foolish. As she did, the shelves in the shop turned into a mess. Ollivander quickly snatched the wand back, muttering, "Not suitable, not suitable."

  "Applewood, dragostring, eleven and a quarter iry this," Ollivander handed her another wand, but he took it back almost immediately after she held it. "No, not this oher."

  Eda tried one wand after another, feeling increasingly numb, like a robot meically waving each wand that Ollivander handed her. She didn't uand what Ollivander meant by the perfect match. Though she could sense each wand's excitement, no like they truly beloo her.

  "A dising er, no problem, Miss Twist. I always find the ideal, perfect, most suitable wand for everyone!" Ollivander said, his expressioed as he tio search through the shelves.

  Eda watched him, thinking silently, 'Mr. Ollivander, are you a masochist? Why do you seem so thrilled?'

  Professonagall had been sitting on the only chair in the room sihey arrived, paying no attention to the ongois. It seemed she had witnessed such situations many times before.

  "Ah, here we are, how could we not... a powerful bination, yew wood, phoenix feather, fourteen and three-quarter inches, with some flexibility," Ollivander said as he opened a box and handed Eda a wand with great ceremony.

  The wand was coated with bck protective cquer, adorned with intricate patterns, and had a silver handle.

  It looked beautiful.

  As Eda took the wand, a warm sensation spread from her fiips. The wa like aension of her arm, a sense of harmony and uanding emerging naturally.

  [Ding!]

  [The host has obtained her wand and has bee a true witch!]

  [As a reward, the system grants the host the most powerful spell in the wizarding world! Please check it out promptly,]

  The system chimed.

  Eda ighe system's chatter and casually waved the wand. The tip of the waed a dazzling dispy of lights, like brilliant fireworks, with dang sparks refleg off the walls.

  Professonagall cpped her hands in appuse, and Ollivander excimed loudly, "Excellent, very good! Perfect, just like a match made in heaven!"

  Ollivander pced the wand ba its box and tied a delicate bow with a ribbon.

  He said to Eda, "A yew wand is quite rare, and so are the wizards it chooses. Wands made of yew have some unpleasant and terrifying rumors associated with them. Yew wood has a long life span, and it is often believed that wands made from yew symbolize death. However, yew also represents life, and it prefers to choose wizards with a strong sense of prote as its masters."

  Olivander paused and then his tone became more serious,

  "The wand chooses the wizard, and a yew wand provide immense power, the power over life ah, a power that make people obsessed but also full of fear. But ultimately, it is the wizard who uses the wand, and the wand obeys its master. It is easy for people to lose themselves in the pursuit of power. So, Miss Twist, always remember: as you pursue power with your wand, never let power blind you, never!"

  Eda was a bit puzzled by the wand master's speech, but she uood and remembered the final message—trol power, and do not let power trol you!

  Professonagall, sitting on the bench, seemed thoughtful as well. She looked at Eda's thin and frail figure, her brow furrowing unsciously.

  Taking the box taining the wand, Eda paid ten Galleons for it. Each young wizard receives a subsidy when purchasing their first wand to reduce the cost. However, if they o repce their wahey have to pay the full price.

  Mr. Ollivander bowed and saw them out the door. This mysterious master wandmaker left a very deep impression on Eda.

  After traveling across half of London again, Professonagall and Eda arrived back at the orpharance.

  "In the envelope, there's also a train ticket for your jouro Hogwarts. September 1st, King's Cross Station, it's all oicket. The ptform is nine and three-quarters..."

  "I'm sorry, professor, I've never heard of a ptform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station,"

  Eda asked the question at the right time.

  This is a special ptform that opur in all memes, but Eda 't remember the specific way to find it.

  "The ptform is between ptforms nine and ten. You will find it if you go and observe carefully." Magall thought for a while and tinued, "I think you go earlier, so you have more time to find the ptform. Even if you don't find a way to ehe ptform, at least you see some people who are looking for ptform nine and three-quarters like you, and you go to the ptform through them."

  "Okay, professor, I will arrive early. I don't want to miss the train."

  "Anything else?" Professonagall asked.

  Eda thought about it carefully, and she didn't have any questions for the time being. "No, professor. I don't have any questions for the time being."

  "Well, see you at school, enjoy your vacation." Magall waved goodbye to Eda and turo walk towards the er.

  When she was about to reach the er, she turned bad said to Eda, "I personally suggest that you read the textbook more and prepare in advance."

  After Professonagall finished speaking, she tio walk towards the er without waiting for Eda's response. When she just passed the er, she disappeared in an instant, as if the Professonagall she saw before was an illusion.

  Looking at Professonagall disappearing at the er, Eda recalled her and tidy clothes and her cool and capable style of doing things.

  Although she was serious and alursed her lips with a stern expression, you could feel her warmth and reliability in some of her words.

  Although Professonagall was no longer young and the traces of time were written on her face, for some reason, Eda suddenly thought of the words she often heard people mention in her previous life: Time never defeats beauty...

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