Although she didn't trust Ollivander very much, he was currently the only wandmaking master in all of Britain, so Amandine couldn't afford to be picky.
She got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Ollivander, I would like to ask you to custom-make a wand for my little master—cough, little sister. We will provide the materials ourselves."
Hearing this, Ollivander couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face full of surprise. "A custom wand? And you brought your own materials!"
He tilted his head back slightly, as if lost in a distant memory, and murmured to himself, "My, my, I didn't expect there would still be Wizards custom-making wands in this era... The heyday of custom wands seems to date back to the Muggles' Middle Ages. Back then, those pure-blood Wizards who had earned titles in the Muggle World, in order to show off their so-called noble status to others in the Wizarding World, spared no expense in manpower and resources to search for rare treasures from all over the world, and then asked wandmaking masters to tailor-make unique wands specifically for them..."
"Just like the House of Malfoy, they still have a wand accessory passed down for the family head that is inlaid with silver—"
Seeing Ollivander drifting further and further off-topic, Amandine, who was standing to the side, really couldn't sit still anymore.
"Excuse me! Mr. Ollivander, I'd like to ask, if we custom-make the wand today, roughly when can we collect the finished product?"
Ollivander, suddenly interrupted, was stunned for a moment. He wasn't angry, but just scratched his head uncertainly and replied, "Well, I can't be sure of the production time before seeing the materials. How about this, you take out the materials first, and I'll go make some preparations. We'll talk about the rest after I've inspected the materials."
After saying that, Ollivander jogged into his workshop, washed his hands thoroughly in the sink, and then carefully fumbled out an exquisite box from under the counter, which contained a pair of glittering glasses that looked very expensive.
He gently picked up the glasses, placed them on the bridge of his nose, adjusted their position, and then returned to sit at the table by the door.
At this moment, the Ancient Oak Branch and Phoenix Tail Feather that Adelaide had prepared in advance were laid out on the table.
Ollivander drew the wand from his pocket and then gently tapped the Ancient Oak Branch twice.
"Oak branch, about one thousand one hundred years old, from a local British ancient oak. As for magic power... hiss!"
The moment his Amplifying Charm touched the branch, the entire oak branch suddenly began to flash with a dazzling green light—Ollivander had been making wands for decades and had handled eighty or ninety thousand branches, if not hundreds of thousands, and such a situation had never occurred before!
Immediately after, an even more unbelievable scene appeared—the branch, which had been dried for several years, actually seemed to have been injected with the fountain of life, and began to slowly sprout leaves and buds! Tender green leaves poked out from the tips of the branches, stretching their bodies bit by bit, as if showing the world their tenacious vitality.
Seeing this miraculous sight, Ollivander couldn't help but gasp. His eyes instantly burst with a frenzied light as he stared straight at Amandine standing to the side.
"Such strong natural power! Where did you get this branch!"
The Intern Auror felt the hair all over her body stand on end, and a nameless panic welled up in her heart. She felt that if she couldn't answer, she would be hounded... Don't look at me, how would I know where the little master got this treasure!
Amandine instinctively turned her head and cast a look for help toward Adelaide beside her, hoping to get some assistance or an explanation from her little master.
Seeing this, Adelaide quickly spoke up to bail Amandine out. "I picked this branch up in High Park while I was visiting Blenheim Palace. It fell from a tree and hit me on the head. For some reason, a strange sense of familiarity arose in my heart, as if there was some special connection between this branch and me... So I brought it home."
It was indeed fate; it had struck Adelaide and drawn blood on the spot. If this were in Huaxia, it would be considered a divine artifact recognizing its master through blood.
"P-picked it up?!"
Ollivander was greatly shocked. Could a treasure of this level be picked up so casually?
We are all Europeans, why are we so different?
Damn Lucky King!
Ollivander took a deep breath to suppress the jealousy in his heart, waved the wand in his hand, and muttered an incantation.
With a flash of white light, parchment and a quill instantly appeared on the table.
With a smile on his face, he said to Adelaide, "Dear little miss, if you don't mind, could you please write down the exact location where you picked up this branch in detail? In return, I can offer you a special discount—twenty percent off, no! Thirty percent off!"
Faced with Ollivander's request, Adelaide felt extremely conflicted.
Even if she told Ollivander the specific location, without Merlin's manifestation, his trip would be for nothing.
If she didn't tell him, he might think she was stingy or making up lies, and what if he got angry and refused her business?
He was the only wandmaker in all of Britain!
Thinking of this, Adelaide still picked up the quill with some guilt and wrote down the specific location of the ancient oak tree that had been split in half by lightning. She couldn't afford to offend the wandmaker, so it was better to leave out Merlin and write the rest truthfully.
After receiving the parchment, Ollivander cast a detection magic and confirmed that the contents on the parchment were all true before shifting his gaze to the Phoenix Tail Feather with a chuckle.
"This Phoenix is about... Fawkes!"
Ollivander was startled once again. This was actually the tail feather of an old acquaintance—er, an old bird!
Years ago, he had made two wands using Fawkes's tail feathers. One was bought by You-Know-Who, and the other had not been sold yet.
"Where did you get this Phoenix Tail Feather?"
Adelaide told the truth. "I have a very good relationship with Fawkes; it gave it to me voluntarily."
Ollivander gazed at Adelaide, his mind racing—
"Little miss, I don't think I've asked your name yet. How rude of me... May I ask your surname?"
Adelaide hesitated for a moment but still said her real name: "My surname is Grindelwald, Adelaide Grindelwald."
...That explains it.
Ollivander had already given up thinking. He no longer wanted to consider what kind of connection would be created in the future between Grindelwald the Second and You-Know-Who using tail feathers from the same Phoenix.
"Which is your wand hand?"
"Right hand."
"Alright, I'll measure your physical data first. The magic reactions of the materials you brought are very high, but fortunately, their compatibility is good, so the grinding and tuning period shouldn't be very long... wand production will take about one year and three months, which means you should come back to collect your wand in June next year."
"A custom wand is 50 Galleons. With a 30% discount, it's 35 Galleons. You need to pay a 15 Galleon deposit first."
Adelaide's hanging heart finally settled back into her stomach. As long as it could be ready for the start of school, everything was fine.
She smilingly paid Ollivander the deposit required for the wand and then walked out of the wand shop under his benevolent gaze.
Watching Adelaide's retreating back, Ollivander sighed softly and secretly planned in his heart: after finishing this business, he should also give himself a long vacation.
Except for the peak period of new students purchasing wands every summer vacation, he would temporarily close during the rest of the time and go abroad to enjoy life.
If he missed these few years, he might not have the chance again later.
Once this one grows up, it will likely be another bloodbath.
Oh right, and this!
Ollivander took out the parchment handwritten by Adelaide and directly used Incendio to burn it to ashes.
This was a Grindelwald's opportunity... He hadn't lived long enough, so he wouldn't go looking for trouble.
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