It was still early morning, and Diagon Alley didn’t have the shoulder-to-shoulder crowds shown in the movies; instead, it revealed a chill from the night that had just faded.
Most of the Wizards running the shops were still at their doors arranging decorations, preparing to welcome a brand new day.
“I should have followed the requirements to buy the necessary books and tools for the Miss,” Rand said quite apologetically.
“Once the Miss has mastered the proper knowledge from the teacher, I will immediately come here to buy the best for you!”
Kate herself didn’t really mind the fact that she couldn’t enter Hogwarts for the time being.
Right now, she was like Grandma Liu entering Disneyland, clutching the butler’s hem shyly while curiously looking at everything passing by. cauldron shops, pharmacies, pet shops, and broomstick shops.
Every illusory scene that had appeared in the movies of her past life was now truly presented before her eyes, and her mood was inevitably a bit excited.
Turning her gaze to the largest bronze door by the road, she asked curiously, “Aren’t we going to Gringotts to get money?”
“No need, the money we have on us is more than enough to buy a wand and a cauldron.”
Rand smiled lovingly and continued to lead her forward.
Looking thoughtfully at the Gringotts they had bypassed, Kate tilted her small head.
In the past, she had read many authors writing about how transmigrators manipulated the wizarding world’s or even the whole world’s financial markets through Gringotts.
Initially, Kate herself had a moment of such ambition, but then she recalled the knowledge she had learned in her past life…
Forget it, forget it.
From her high school textbooks, she only knew the date of the Soviet Union’s collapse; everything else was a complete blank.
Even if she had seen the operations of transmigrator predecessors in countless fanfics, that was all just armchair strategy.
She admitted she wasn’t as capable as those powerful protagonists.
If she really tried to imitate her predecessors blindly, who knew how much trouble she might cause.
For the sake of this world’s financial health, it was better not to make a mess.
The old and the young walked all the way to the last shop at the end of the street.
Just like in the movie, this shop was small and dilapidated.
The gold-lettered sign on the door had already peeled, and on it was written: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine wands since 382 B.C.
In the dusty window, a single wand lay lonely on a faded purple cushion.
A bell on the door made a crisp sound.
Following her usual persona, Kate nodded shyly and walked in with a slightly cramped manner.
The shop was very small; besides a bench, there were thousands of narrow boxes stacked to the ceiling.
She waited in place for a while but didn’t see that wandmaker Ollivander appear.
Could it be that they had come too early and the old man was still sleeping?
Waiting was boring, so she curiously walked over to the mountains of narrow boxes nearby, leaning in slightly to take a closer look at the patterns on them.
“If you get too close, these wands will be woken up.” A sudden soft voice came from behind her.
Kate was startled and instinctively looked back, only to see an old man with messy white hair appearing behind her.
“Good morning, Miss Shafiq.” Ollivander clearly recognized her, his pale pupils blinking.
Kate nodded calmly.
“Good morning, Mr. Ollivander.”
A strange light appeared in the old man’s silvery-white pupils.
“You are very much like your mother. Oh, I don’t mean in appearance.”
As he spoke, he pulled a long tape measure with Silver markings from his pocket.
“Which is your wand arm?”
“The right hand.” Kate obediently held up her arm, looking curiously at the old man measuring her.
“Do you have any memories of my parents?”
Ollivander nodded as he measured.
“Your father, Elphias Shafiq, used an eleven-inch Ash Wood wand with a Unicorn hair core… Hmm, he was a textbook pure-blood Wizard.”
“Your mother was different; she preferred Aspen Wood with a Dragon Heartstring core.”
He looked up, staring directly into Kate’s eyes.
“Your appearance is very similar to your father’s, but inside, you seem a bit more like your mother.”
If it were an ordinary young Wizard, they would likely be happy to hear they resembled their parents.
But for Kate, who had transmigrated when she was only one or two and had almost no deep impression of her parents, it was different.
Quietly withdrawing her hand, she gave a small smile.
“Thank you for telling me about my parents, but I think I’m still more like myself.”
Ollivander glanced at her eyes with a hint of surprise, then turned to climb a ladder and pull out a long box.
“I’m glad you have such awareness. If that’s the case, then this wand should like you very much.”
He took out a white wand and handed it over.
The moment Kate took the wand, she felt something in the blood vessels throughout her body flow joyfully.
The wand in her hand responded accordingly, igniting a small firework in the room.
“A wonderful combination: twelve inches, chestnut and Dragon Heartstring.” Ollivander rubbed the back of his hand with delight.
Kate looked at the wand in her hand, not quite understanding.
Aside from the rather unpleasant memory of having fifty years of magic power poured into her, this was the first time she had felt the true existence of magic.
“Miss Shafiq, just like you, the characteristic of Chestnut Wood is like a blank sheet of paper; it has almost no inherent bias.”
“Depending on the core, the characteristics of a chestnut wand vary. The owner’s character differs, and the wand’s color differs as well.”
“And Dragon Heartstring can produce the most powerful wands, capable of casting the most flamboyant magic, and the speed of learning magic will be faster than other types.”
“But while a Dragon Heartstring wand itself does not lean toward the Dark Arts, it is the type of wand most easily turned toward them.”
Ollivander paused, his silvery-white eyes looking deeply at Kate.
“Miss Shafiq, you are currently a young Wizard who has not yet begun learning. Just like your wand, you are a blank sheet of paper.”
“What you grow into in the future is what your wand will become.”
Kate gently gripped the wand, feeling an unfamiliar power flowing between it and herself.
[Host has obtained a dedicated wand, binding in progress…]
[Binding successful!]
[Based on the characteristics of the chestnut wand, the Host can upgrade it by practicing magic or dueling with others.]
[Current wand Output Power: 1]
[Current wand Additional Attribute 1: Sustainable Growth]
This output power… what does it mean?
Recalling some scenes from the movies in her past life, Kate felt as if she understood something.