Because it was Hogwarts' annual back-to-school season, and it was just after lunch, Diagon Alley was exceptionally busy at this time. Many Wizarding families brought their Little Wizards for back-to-school shopping.
Besides Wizarding families, some adults in Muggle clothing could also be seen strolling around with children. Most of them seemed very excited, looking around everywhere just like their children.
The Wizards mostly paid no mind to these people; only a very few, who were clearly pure-blood nobles, showed disdain, even covering their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, as if they couldn't breathe the same air as these people.
In reality, in terms of bloodline, there was no such thing as pure-blood; the vast majority of Wizards were half-bloods. Insisting on the pure-blood concept was merely wishful thinking.
For example, the famous Gaunt Family, claiming to be descendants of Slytherin and the oldest pure-blood family in Europe, ended up with offspring who were either fools or ugly due to inbreeding. This forced Lord Voldemort's mother to use a love Potion to seduce his father.
The result was Little Tom (Lord Voldemort's name), who, despite inheriting his father's good looks, was conceived under the influence of a Potion, coupled with a harsh upbringing, ultimately turning him into a terrorist.
Augustus was lost in thought as he walked when he suddenly heard a voice say, "Are you really not going to eat it? This vanilla is so sweet and delicious."
Dumbledore, that Old Bee, after leaving Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, ran to Honeydukes Sweet Shop and bought two large ice cream cones. He happily gave one to Augustus, who nearly choked on the sweetness after one bite.
So Dumbledore had to eat both himself. Holding the two cones, he looked like a KFC Grandpa. Augustus glanced at Dumbledore and then said, word for word,
"Sweets are not good for the elderly, they can easily cause diabetes. I don't want to actually become an orphan."
"For such an old man, there's no need for lectures, Little Mr. Dumbledore. But don't worry, I won't let you become an orphan so quickly."
Dumbledore said with a smile.
He even winked at Augustus after speaking.
The two strolled leisurely, Dumbledore talking to Augustus incessantly the whole way, as if he had truly become an old grandfather walking with his grandson.
Dumbledore and Augustus arrived at Ollivander's Wand Shop. Ollivander's Wand Shop was a small, dilapidated store; even the golden signboard at the entrance was peeling, only faintly revealing the inscription: Ollivander's, Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.
Augustus looked at this small shop. As one of the three major arms dealers in the European Magical World, it really had no presence at all.
Augustus certainly had a replica of the elder wand given by the system, but if possible, who wouldn't want another wand? After all, the best way to counter Expelliarmus is to pull out another wand and tell the opponent that times have changed.
As the two entered the shop, the bell behind the door jingled. The entire shop was very narrow, with only a long table and thousands of slender boxes.
Those boxes were stacked one on top of another, reaching all the way to the ceiling, and each box contained a wand.
"Albus, why are you here? There shouldn't be any problem with your wand, should there?"
Just as Augustus was looking around, a soft voice sounded, and an old man emerged from the storeroom behind the shop.
"Garrick, it's not me. It's my grandson, he needs a wand. He's going to Hogwarts soon."
Dumbledore shook hands with the old man and said softly, pointing at Augustus.
Ollivander turned to look at Augustus, saying with some disbelief,
"A new Dumbledore, truly unbelievable. Your name, sir."
"Yes, sir, my name is Augustus Dumbledore. You're not mistaken, I am Albus Dumbledore's grandson."
"Augustus, an emperor?" Ollivander mumbled softly.
"Alright, Little Mr. Dumbledore, come here, let me see. Which arm do you usually use?"
Mr. Ollivander said, taking a silver tape measure from his pocket.
"My right hand, though my left hand works too, sir."
Augustus replied.
"Raise your hand, I need to measure you."
The silver tape measure flew up and down, automatically taking measurements, from his head to his toes.
"Every Ollivander's wand possesses powerful magic, which is their essence. We typically use Unicorn hair, Phoenix tail feathers, and Dragon heartstring."
"Every Ollivander's wand is unique, because no two Unicorns, Dragons, or Phoenixes are exactly alike."
"Of course, members of your Dumbledore Family are generally favored by the Phoenix."
Mr. Ollivander said, taking several long boxes from the shelves.
"Come, Mr. Dumbledore, try this one. Sichuan pepper wood and Phoenix tail feather, twelve inches."
Ollivander handed a wand to Augustus.
As soon as Augustus took the wand, a voice sounded in his mind.
"A fragment of magic origin detected nearby. Host, please find it as soon as possible. Upon completion, reward: 'Intermediate Spell Advancement', system store unlocked, 3000 magic Points."
Augustus was startled, not expecting to trigger a system mission here. He looked at the reward, 'Intermediate Spell Advancement,' which should allow him to master common spells to level 4, enabling silent casting.
The store, needless to say, the miraculous effects of the MP Potion were still fresh in his mind. 3000 magic Points, considering that daily sign-in only yielded 10 magic Points, 3000 magic Points was equivalent to a year's worth of sign-ins.
Augustus spoke to Xiao Mo in his mind, "Xiao Mo, how do I find this fragment? Are there any hints?"
"This fragment shares the same element as the Host's elemental mastery. The Host can release his fire element magic, and that will help find it."
Xiao Mo replied.
Ollivander looked at the young man who was frozen in thought, then nudged Augustus with his hand and said,
"Cast a spell, Little Mr. Dumbledore, let's see if it suits you."
"Incendio!" A magnificent fiery Phoenix flew from the tip of the wand, circling the ceiling of the small shop.
"Too perfect, too beautiful! I have never seen anyone with such magic talent, Augustus, you will achieve more than your grandfather."
Mr. Ollivander seemed overjoyed, excitedly grasping Augustus's hand and saying,
"This is it! There is no wand more suitable for you; that fiery Phoenix is the proof."
Augustus glanced at the Phoenix above his head, shook his head, canceled the spell, recalled the Phoenix into the wand, then placed the wand back in its box, and said firmly,
"No, it's not this one. You have one that's even more suitable for me here, there must be."