Chapter 10 The First and Second Wands in Life
magic is a gift from the heavens, and as a gifted Wizard, the first thing Aaron wanted to buy was naturally a wand.
That item is practically essential for every Wizard, no matter what their level.
He had wanted to buy a wand ever since he started learning spells, but his parents strictly refused, saying a seven-year-old child shouldn't have a wand, it was too dangerous.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about secretly buying one, after all, he wasn't short on money, but no one knew better than him what it was like to have a diligent bodyguard.
Furthermore, his identity was somewhat special; without his mother's consent, Ollivander would absolutely not sell him a wand, and Diagon Alley only had Ollivander's shop selling wands.
This isn't to say there weren't other shops in the Magical World selling wands, but he simply had no chance to 'commit the act' under Gines's nose.
However, today was the day he should have a wand of his own.
"Phew!" Aaron took a deep breath, looking up at the shop's sign: 'Ollivander, Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.', feeling a little unable to suppress his inner excitement.
"Ahem!" Gines lightly coughed, "Young Master, you've been standing at the door for two minutes; we should go in."
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself," Aaron said awkwardly, then pushed open the door and walked in.
This wand shop was even smaller than his drink shop; or rather, it wasn't exactly small, the shop itself was quite large, but it was so crammed with things that it gave the illusion of being particularly narrow.
Upon entering, one could see a desk and a long bench; besides that, there were ladders and stairs, and a few other rooms inside, but they were all so packed that only a single aisle remained.
The walls were piled high with countless wooden boxes, stacked from floor to ceiling.
Each box contained a wand, and this shop probably had tens of thousands of wands.
"Mr. Ollivander doesn't seem to be here. Young Master, do you want to wait?" Gines said playfully.
"Wait for what? Why should I wait? If he's not here, I'll just have to try them myself," Aaron said with great assertiveness.
"Is that so? Then I'll tell your mother," a soft voice mixed with affection came from the stairs, as a grey-haired but remarkably energetic old man smiled at Aaron.
"Uncle, good morning!" Aaron scratched his head sheepishly.
This was why he absolutely couldn't buy a wand without his parents' consent; the owner of this shop was his mother's biological Uncle.
He still had to give his niece face; if she didn't want her Uncle to sell to her son, Ollivander naturally wouldn't sell.
"Good morning," Ollivander walked down quickly, patted Aaron's head, messing up his hairstyle, "I saw you standing outside when you arrived. It seems your first wand has made you a little overexcited."
"That's not it, it's mainly that the sign on your door is a bit chipped; I was wondering if I should pay to get you a new one."
"How can you talk like that, you rascal?
Is that chipped paint? It just means my shop is quite old," Ollivander said proudly.
"Well... Uncle, you know why I'm here, right?"
"I know. Your mother told me your arm measurements a month ago.
But I didn't look; some data is more reliable if measured in person," Ollivander said, taking a silver tape measure from his pocket, "What do you think?"
"I think Uncle is right," Aaron's eye twitched, and he very sensibly raised his right arm, then remembered something else and raised his left arm as well, "How about you measure this one too?"
Ollivander frowned, "Don't you usually use your right hand?"
"It's good to have an extra left hand for emergencies! What if my right hand gets injured?" Aaron chuckled ingenuously, "Of course, it would be even better if you could prepare two, no, four wands for me, so I'd have backups in case something happens to a wand."
"Hmm?" Ollivander looked at him in surprise, seemingly re-evaluating his grandnephew.
After a while, he looked up at Gines and asked somewhat reproachfully, "Is this how you usually teach this child? How insecure must he be to say something like that!"
Gines smiled wryly and shook his head, "You know Young Master is quite precocious. Besides, do you think a child born into the Gaius Family would lack a sense of security?
This is his own idea and has nothing to do with us."
Aaron smiled, "Uncle, I was just making a small joke. We all know how much you value wands; four wands for one Wizard is indeed a bit exaggerated."
"Then why are you joking with me about wands?" Ollivanderglared at Aaron.
"But I still want two wands," Aaron chuckled, "I promise to take good care of them, but if something unexpected happens, I won't be helpless."
Ollivander shook his head, looking somewhat exasperated, "Alright, wait here.
I'll go get some potentially suitable wands for you."
"Great! Thank you, Uncle!" Aaron said happily, then sat down in the office chair, completely making himself at home.
A few minutes later, Ollivander placed several boxes on the desk.
"You know my principles; even if you are my grandnephew, they cannot be broken. You understand that, right?"
"Of course, the wand chooses the Wizard!" Aaron said, having learned this the first time he visited the shop.
"That's good. I was really worried you'd throw a Young Master tantrum and demand any wand that looked pretty!" Ollivander said sarcastically, then opened the first box, "Try this one first. It's made of fir wood, with a Unicorn hair core. Go on, give it a wave."
Aaron excitedly took the wand and waved it gently; a white light flashed on the wand, and he felt a warm current flow through his body.
It felt familiar, flowing smoothly and effortlessly.
That's right, this wand was perfect for him.
"Not bad," Ollivander nodded, put it back into the box, and then opened another box, "Now try this one. It's made of acacia wood, with a Phoenix feather core."
Aaron repeated the previous action, his expression becoming a little strange. This time, a silver light flashed from the wand's tip, and he felt a trace of coolness at his fingertips.
But that wasn't the main thing; the main thing was that this wand also felt particularly smooth to use.
Ollivander also noticed this, his eyebrows involuntarily lifting slightly, and he nervously placed the second wand back into its box, then opened the third box.
But as soon as he opened it, Ollivander closed the box again, as if he had made a decision, and took out his own wand, "Little Aaron, come on, try this."
Aaron swallowed, feeling that his Uncle was a bit abnormal today, with a feeling of luring a child into mischief.
"Sir, is this really appropriate?" Gines asked with a frown.
"What do you know?" Ollivander pouted, then rolled his eyes, "Take out your wand and let him try it too."
"I refuse," Gines said very assertively.
"Hmph!" Ollivander said nothing, just stared intently at his grandnephew, "Hurry up and try it! Don't make me wait impatiently."
"Well, Uncle, can I refuse?"
"No," Ollivander directly pushed the wand into Aaron's hand, "Be quick, I'm a bit impatient."
Aaron reluctantly complied, and a red light appeared at the tip of the wand, its dazzling brilliance dancing on the wall.
"This is...?" Gines looked at this scene in astonishment, his expression constantly changing, somewhat incredulous.
"Hahaha!" Ollivander let out a hearty laugh, looking excitedly at Aaron, "The principles of the Ollivander Family haven't changed for hundreds of years, but today might be an exception.
It seems every wand chooses you, even others' are no exception, which means you can use any wand at will, and I'm afraid the elder wand is the same."
Aaron listened in a daze, suddenly feeling a sense of 'I have been chosen by this world'.
"Uncle, does that mean I can pick any wand from your shop?"
"Of course."
"Excellent! Pick two wands for me: one high-end, grand, and classy, and the other understated, luxurious, and profound. Most importantly, they must be beautiful and elegant, absolutely not detracting from my image."
Ollivander:... Gines:...