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"Many wizards have died trying to discover new magic. Young wizard, you don't want to die before your family at such a young age, do you?"
Ollivander stared at Dylan with a blazing gaze.
Dylan blinked.
He felt that if he truly researched new spells, nothing would necessarily go wrong.
This stemmed from his complete understanding of the three Unforgivable Curses.
As extremely offensive spells, the Unforgivable Curses encompassed a vast array of possibilities. With such dangerous spells under his complete control, could there be any spells more dangerous than these three?
Perhaps, but not many.
"I see, sir. Thank you for the reminder," Dylan nodded.
While he felt that researching new spells might not be as dangerous as Ollivander had suggested, he didn't intend to continue without first gaining access to a complete magical system.
He'd noticed something Ollivander had said: magic has its own spirituality.
Uncontrolled magic is bound to become chaotic.
If he lacks the ability to suppress and control magical energies,
excessive demands and research could very well create an Obscurus.
"These things aren't even afraid of the three Unforgivable Curses. I'd better be cautious."
With Dylan's assurance, Ollivander continued searching for a suitable wand for him.
"You're quite... well, let me see, quite courageous. Yes, you're quite a courageous little wizard."
Ollivander pulled three wand boxes from the shelf, then went deeper into the shop and brought out seven more, placing them one by one on the table.
"So, I may have a good idea of what type of wand suits you."
"Try these three first," Ollivander pointed to the box on the far right.
Dylan tried each one out, one by one.
Meanwhile, Ollivander couldn't help but ask, "Young wizard, do you know why I have you constantly trying different wands?"
"It's probably so I can find the right one for me, the one that best complements me and can help stabilize my magical power."
Dylan pulled out an intricately patterned wand and flicked it gently, causing a soft explosion.
"Oh, very well said!"
Ollivander's eyes lit up, and he gently tapped the three wand boxes on the far right.
"Try this one."
"Every point you make is correct. A well-matched wand is important, but its true significance lies in its ability to drastically limit the amount of chaotic magic you can unleash."
As he spoke, Dylan tried two more wands, but Ollivander wasn't satisfied with either.
"Sir, please continue."
"Young wizards, when unfamiliar with spells, often try to unleash their magical powers without restraint."
Ollivander handed Dylan another wand, his tone complex, his eyes glancing upwards at the ceiling.
"If this chaotic magic, without a clear purpose, isn't channeled into the right direction, such as through spells, as you just did, it can have dire consequences... This one isn't for you."
Ollivander handed over a fourth wand.
"So the point is, the wand can limit the unbridled flow of magic power in young wizards before they even know how to cast spells."
"I see." Dylan nodded, waving his wand, only to cause another series of explosions.
It felt like he'd become a genius at explosives…
"It's okay, there are plenty of wands." Ollivander smiled and held out another wand.
Dylan took it.
The moment he touched it,
his spirits lifted. He could feel the magic flowing through him, seemingly invigorated by the wand.
Almost unimpeded, the magic flowed into the wand.
Absorbing the magic, the tip of the wand suddenly emitted a ball of deep, dark black light.
Like tendrils from the depths of hell, the black light reverberated twice around Dylan.
This startled him.
He almost thought he had unconsciously cast an Unforgivable Curse.
However, the black light quickly dissipated, not lasting long.
Ollivander, observing this, raised his brows slightly, baring his teeth. "Hahaha, thirteen and a quarter inches, yew wood, thestral tail feathers... It seems death and power will accompany you, young wizard."
"My guess was correct. You really do resemble that type of wizard, incredibly talented but prone to straying and falling into a path of no return."
Dylan: "..."
No, you're being polite by calling me a mere wizard like that to my face.
Dylan wanted to roll his eyes,
but he held back.
"It's all that damned Unforgivable Curse! How could I possibly be such an extreme person?"
He'd clearly only wanted to buy some stocks and then live a peaceful life after traveling to this world!
"Thestrals are hard to find these days. This one was from my youth, and so are these."
Ollivander handed Dylan another wand.
"Back then, I was surrounded by strange rumors. That legendary wand inspired me, and so I created these wands."
"But all these years later, they still haven't found a master who can wield them."
Ollivander sighed softly.
Dylan blinked.
The legendary wand?
The Elder Wand?
His eyes flickered, and he spoke calmly, "Thestrals? What kind of magical creature are they?"
"Couldn't all these wands use cores made from the same Thestral feather? Oh my god, didn't you pluck that Thestral's fur?"
"Oh, hahaha! No,"
Ollivander said, amused, shaking his head.
"In fact, when I was young, I longed to recreate the legendary wand's might. So, these are the strongest feathers I'd pluck from each Thestral I captured and killed, and used them to craft the wand cores."
Ollivander added, "Oh, of course, random killing is forbidden now. Little wizard, don't follow my example."
Dylan knew that magical creatures were, in the eyes of almost all wizards, merely magical materials to be freely used.
However, with the widespread hunting of magical creatures, the wizarding world had to embrace sustainable development.
Wizards who cared as much about magical creatures as Hagrid did were rare.
Dylan felt a wave of anxiety when he realized that the wands he'd tried were all imitations made by Ollivander based on the Elder Wand. Fortunately,
they hadn't caused any problems or
produced any strange effects in his hands.
Furthermore, they weren't made from the same Thestral feathers.
Otherwise, he'd have to think about how to buy them all.
(End of this chapter)