If Bellatrix’s memory served her right, she remembered that in the novel, the wand Bellatrix was supposed to get was walnut, 12 ¾ inches long, with a dragon heartstring core, and unbending.
Walnut itself was a very special wood material, possessing extraordinary flexibility and adaptability, making it very suitable for a gifted Witch like Bellatrix.
And sure enough, she also erupted with astonishing strength in her hands; had she not been tortured in Azkaban for many years, she might not have lost…
But… an accident occurred.
That day, when she touched the wand she was supposed to own, a bizarre thing happened.
This wand produced fear, and even seemed to have lost its color.
Ollivander snatched the wand back and began to inspect it.
“This shouldn’t be, this is…” He seemed to have discovered something from the wand, and then looked at the young girl in front of him with surprise.
The long inspection made Bellatrix somewhat uncomfortable.
She frowned and said in a grandiose aria, “I think looking at a young girl like this is not a polite behavior!”
Ollivander then slowly withdrew his gaze, muttering softly.
“It is really very interesting. This is a very rare situation—unexpectedly, the wand itself feels it isn’t worthy?”
Then he went on talking to himself about statements on how the wand chooses the Wizard.
And Bellatrix was annoyed at the time by the successive wand tests, did not listen carefully, and missed that crucial guess.
“Is she the one chosen by the House of Black?…” This sentence was spoken in a very low voice, as light as a passing breeze.
As a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, Ollivander and his kind immersed themselves in the field of wand-making, and what made them irreplaceable was that they could often obtain some information from wands that ordinary people could not know.
And obviously, old Ollivander had obtained some secret from the wand Bellatrix had touched just now.
But he had no intention of saying it out at all, and this was also the foundation upon which his family relied for survival.
He thought for a moment, and then pulled out a box with exquisite patterns printed on it, looking archaic and noble.
He carefully dusted off the dust on it, then opened it, and carefully handed it over.
“Come and try it! I think this wand should suit you very well.”
The moment Bellatrix picked up this wand, she felt an electric current travel from the wand to the top of her head, a kind of stimulation that was hard to describe.
Under this stimulation, her body trembled slightly, just like the feeling of suddenly arriving in a 20-degree air-conditioned room in the scorching summer—a feeling that was both refreshing and slightly thrilling.
At the same time, the top of the wand spewed out a puff of purple smoke, looking extremely mysterious.
Ollivander rarely remained silent, but a gleam of excitement was revealed in his eyes.
When all abnormalities disappeared, he slowly spoke, “A very rare wand material, acacia, it is a very cunning wand material, but loyal to its master. Coupled with the Basilisk’s nerve, this makes it produce a wonderful change, versatile and mysterious. Its master needs to have outstanding talent,…”
Bellatrix only noticed a term in his mouth, “Basilisk? Is it the one I am thinking of?”
Ollivander gave her a strange look, then did not explain much, and drove her out after receiving the fee of 7 Galleons.
And outside the door, Cygnus stood waiting there.
This was the tradition of the House of Black; they would not let anyone other than themselves know the material of the wand, not even family members.
And what happened in Ollivander’s shop was known only to themselves.
This eccentric tradition was rumored to be part of the contract between the House of Black and the Ollivander family…
After all, a famous Dark Arts family had many things that could not be known by others.
And Bellatrix in her bedroom looked down at her wand—acacia, 14 inches, core made of Basilisk nerve…
After reviewing some family materials, she suddenly discovered that using a Basilisk nerve as a wand core had once appeared in the history of the House of Black, used by a medieval Witch.
Although school was about to start, the handwriting that appeared out of thin air on magic books and the similar wands used by ancestors shrouded her Hogwarts school career in a layer of bizarre fog before it even began.
On the day of enrollment, she saw for the first time the starting point of magic in her dreams, Platform 9 ¾.
This was no longer a useless decoration, but for Muggle-born Wizards, this was the starting point of their real magical world.
“Bellatrix, remember not to shame the House of Black!”
“Yes, this is my mission.”
As if completing some sort of ceremony, Bellatrix solemnly finished her farewell with her father.
The mother on the side wanted to open her mouth to say something several times, but in the end still didn’t say it out.
And Andy and Narcissa who came along were uncontrollably excited, “Bellatrix, remember to write to us. What on earth is Hogwarts like?”
“Bellatrix, will you come back for the holidays?”
After answering her two younger sisters’ questions, Bellatrix turned and boarded the train heading to Hogwarts.
In fact, at the very beginning, when they went to school at Hogwarts, they were sent by their family to Hogsmeade, and then led into that Castle by a Professor from the school.
But later, on one hand, with the application of the Statute of Secrecy, in order to better ensure the secrecy and security of Hogwarts;
On the other hand, it was Dumbledore’s pro-Muggle policy; he wanted to give children from wizarding families and children born to Muggle families as much opportunity to interact as possible.
And so… this train was put into use.
You must know that only Britain’s Hogwarts was like this, while Germany’s Durmstrang and France’s Beauxbatons were not like this.
For Bellatrix, these were not important.
What was important was that she was about to meet the most powerful Dumbledore in the world.
Although the reasons were different, many young Wizards were also exceptionally excited, making a fuss non-stop as soon as they got on the train.
So in order to calm down, Bellatrix found an empty compartment, and then used a magical item brought from home to turn this compartment into a private space.
Thus her emotions gradually calmed down as well.
Generally speaking, children of magical noble families should stick together at this time, but unfortunately, there was not a single member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight of her age this year, and Bellatrix did not want to waste time dealing with other people.
After all, as of now, among her peers, almost all of them were minor characters with no impression.
Then it was very likely that they wouldn’t even live until Harry Potter went to school, so such cannon fodder was even less worthy of her concern.
Fortunately, the books brought from home were enough to pass the time, and Bellatrix soon forgot the hustle and bustle outside.
For her, the most important thing now was to master the power of magic, and thereby master her own destiny.
With a loud whistle, the train finally arrived at Hogsmeade, and as the new batch of students, they were about to welcome their school life at the magic school belonging to them.