Ollivander spoke softly,
“Twelve and seven-eighths inches.
A core of a Thousand-Year Purple Sandalwood, paired with a Light Dragon Heart Crystal.
Strength balanced by flexibility.”
“To be honest, I never expected these two materials to fuse together so perfectly.”
He sighed in admiration.
“It proves that your theory was correct from the very beginning, Young Master Adrian Ambrosius.”
Adrian Ambrosius slowly reached out toward the wand.
At that moment, every wand box throughout the shop began to tremble.
It was as though they were trying to say something—as though every wand in the store wanted to stop him from touching this one.
Yet although Adrian Ambrosius’s movements were slow, they never wavered.
His fingers finally wrapped around the wand.
The deep violet wood felt smooth and warm in his hand.
Its grip had been crafted with extraordinary precision.
No matter which hand held it or from what angle it was grasped, it fit perfectly, as though it had always belonged there.
The instant Adrian Ambrosius lifted it from the box, the restless wands throughout the shop fell completely silent.
The wand radiated a calm, steady presence.
A soft golden glow shimmered around it, accompanied by a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Even the noisy sounds drifting in from outside the shop seemed to quiet down.
Gently stroking the polished wood, Adrian Ambrosius said,
“Purple Sandalwood…
firm and resilient without losing its warmth.
It possesses remarkable vitality and naturally suppresses darkness while bringing stability.”
“The Light Dragon Heart Crystal is pure, immensely powerful, yet restrained.”
“Combined with the gentle compatibility of both materials—and your exceptional craftsmanship, Ollivander—it has finally become the wand I envisioned.”
Ollivander sighed with admiration.
“Your understanding of wandlore is truly unique.”
“It differs somewhat from the theories my family has passed down through generations, yet it is remarkably accurate.”
“And, Young Master Adrian Ambrosius…”
“You possess an exceptionally pure heart.”
“Every wand in my shop likes you.”
“I suppose it’s no wonder you’ve been able to wield your father’s wand with such ease.”
Ollivander would never forget the first time Adrian Ambrosius had entered his shop.
It was the only occasion in his entire life when he had witnessed every wand in the store celebrating at once, each desperately hoping to become the young boy’s wand.
Every single one displayed its strengths to the fullest.
Some had even seemed…
eager to flatter him.
Wands chose their wizards.
But a wizard whom every wand desired?
That was something Ollivander had never encountered before.
Now, however, everything had come to an end.
Although the other wands were reluctant to give up, none of them could compare to the Purple Sandalwood wand Adrian Ambrosius now held—in either quality or compatibility.
The two materials used to create this wand were precisely the treasures Adrian Ambrosius had obtained through his negotiations with Augustus and Lucius.
Mungo’s thousand-year-old Purple Sandalwood tree.
As for the Light Dragon Heart Crystal…
It had originally belonged to the Malfoy family’s treasury.
After lengthy bargaining, Adrian Ambrosius had reduced his original request from two treasures down to one, finally obtaining the crystallized heart of a Light Dragon that had died nearly a thousand years earlier.
The process had required enormous effort and no small amount of negotiation.
But the result had been worth every bit of it.
Reluctantly gazing at the finished wand, Ollivander murmured,
“This is the finest wand I have ever seen.”
“To have crafted it with my own hands…
is the greatest honor of my life.”
Adrian Ambrosius carefully put the Purple Sandalwood wand away before smiling.
“The honor is mine as well.”
Without another word, he placed a pouch of Galleons on the counter.
Inside were 1,000 Galleons—far beyond the price of an ordinary wand.
After all, even an exceptional wand normally cost less than seven Galleons.
A thousand Galleons was enough for a Hogwarts student to live in complete luxury throughout their entire education.
Pushing open the weathered door of Ollivanders, Adrian Ambrosius found Shufus already waiting outside.
“Young Master, everything you instructed me to purchase has been prepared.”
Glancing at the storage pouch in the house-elf’s hand, Adrian Ambrosius nodded.
“Excellent.”
“Then our business in Diagon Alley is finished.”
“Let’s head home.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Back at Star Castle, Adrian Ambrosius absentmindedly flipped through the textbooks he had purchased.
To be fair, magical Britain’s basic education was reasonably comprehensive.
Everything a beginner needed was there.
Unfortunately, it was all far too elementary for him.
With the aid of the Book of the God of Magic, his knowledge of Potions and Alchemy already rivaled that of accomplished specialists in those fields.
Yet countless mysteries still remained beyond his grasp.
He could continue studying them in isolation.
Given enough time, he would undoubtedly master them.
But the efficiency was simply too low.
What attracted Adrian Ambrosius to Hogwarts had never been its introductory curriculum.
It was the brilliant professors.
The vast collection of books absent from the Ambrosius family library.
The ancient knowledge, legends, and legacies left behind by Hogwarts’ Four Founders.
More importantly…
Hogwarts was where the story truly began.
Since he had already been reborn into the world of Harry Potter, if he never experienced the events of the original story himself, then he had no idea what kind of future awaited him.
Despite everything, Adrian Ambrosius was still just a young man.
Even counting his previous life, he was far from someone hardened by decades of experience.
Yet losing both of his parents so early in this life had taught him what true loneliness felt like.
Hogwarts offered something different.
A vibrant life.
And people who would become genuinely close to him.
Not those who had spent the past eleven years approaching him out of greed, profit, or political interest.
They all had flaws.
But they were real.
They laughed, argued, cried, and cared.
That alone was reason enough for Adrian Ambrosius to attend Hogwarts.
“For now, my achievements are limited to Potions and Alchemy.”
“But the Book of the God of Magic contains far more than that.”
Closing his textbook, Adrian Ambrosius gazed toward the endless sky above Notting Island.
His mood gradually brightened.
“What kind of future…”
“…is waiting for me?”
Time passed quickly.
Throughout the following month, Adrian Ambrosius never allowed himself to become idle.
Instead, he devoted himself to improving Healing Potion Version 3.0.
Unfortunately, the greatest obstacle lay in increasing the potion’s conversion speed while maintaining complete stability.
The breakthrough required deriving a mathematical formula for its decay rate.
At present, Adrian Ambrosius had yet to solve it.
“I’m beginning to understand why Potions and Alchemy occupy the first two chapters of the Book of the God of Magic.”
Potions were a precise science.
They were not merely collections of recipes or accumulated experience.
They were the highest expression of data and theory.
This represented the first foundation of magic:
Classification.
Alchemy, on the other hand…
Though often dismissed as the absurd dream of turning stone into gold, its true essence lay in understanding the composition of all things.
In simple terms—
Equivalent Exchange.
This represented the next step of magic:
Understanding.
To classify complexity into order.
To understand the essence hidden beneath appearances.
Magic was never an irrational miracle.
It possessed its own laws.
Its own structure.
Its own system.
And that…
…was the greatest treasure the world of Harry Potter had yet to uncover.