“Choose for yourself?” Ollivander looked at Wade in surprise.
“My young wizard, I understand your curiosity, but you know nothing about wands.” “Wands are crafted from different woods and cores, creating countless possible combinations.” “But every wand is unique.
Even two wands made from the same wood and core will still possess subtle differences.” “I may not understand wands,” Wade replied calmly, “but I do understand divination.” McGonagall’s interest was immediately piqued.
“Mr.
Morea, you know divination?” “A little.” Wade answered modestly.
As for whether that “little” meant a little or a whole lot, that was open to interpretation.
“Using divination to find your first wand…” Ollivander stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Mr.
Morea, you’re the first wizard I’ve ever met who’s attempted such a thing.” “Very well.” “Let’s see what happens.” Wade took a deep breath, calming himself as much as possible.
Then he removed the silver chain hanging around his neck.
Suspended from it was a clear crystal pendulum.
Holding the chain in his left hand, he let the crystal hang perfectly vertical.
After a brief moment of stillness, the pendulum began to sway ever so slightly, pointing him in a particular direction.
Wade walked to one of the shelves and repeated the process.
Using the pendulum several times to eliminate unsuitable choices, he eventually selected two wand boxes and placed them on the table.
“Are you certain these are the right ones for you?” Ollivander’s breathing had become noticeably quicker, while his pale, colorless eyes shone with excitement.
“Not entirely.” “Divination isn’t infallible.” Ollivander opened the first box.
Inside rested a silver-gray wand.
“Grapevine wood with a phoenix feather core.” “Eleven inches.” “Grapevine is a rather uncommon wand wood.” “Its owners often possess lofty aspirations, exceptional foresight, and an uncanny ability to surprise even those who believe they know them best.” “As for phoenix feather…” he continued, “it is capable of producing the widest range of magic, though it is also among the most selective and difficult wand cores to master.” Wade accepted the wand and gave it a practiced flick.
A crimson glow blossomed at its tip, releasing a warm, invisible breeze that drifted gently through the shop.
“Remarkable.” “What an interesting method of divination.” “That wand is exceptionally well suited to you.” “Mr.
Ollivander,” McGonagall asked, “what about the other wand?” “That’s where things become truly fascinating.” Opening the second box, Ollivander revealed a pale gray wand lying quietly within.
“This one was crafted by my father.” “Also eleven inches.” “It, too, is made of grapevine wood, but its core is a Thunderbird tail feather.” “Thunderbird feather wands are notoriously difficult to master, but they possess extraordinary power.” Wade took hold of the wand.
The instant his fingers touched it, a slight numbness spread through his fingertips.
He gave it a gentle wave.
A thumb-sized golden spark crackled at the tip, dancing with tiny arcs of electricity before fading into nothingness.
Ollivander couldn’t help applauding softly.
“Excellent.” “Truly excellent.” “Both of these wands have chosen you.” “I believe you’re destined to accomplish great things.” You’re surprisingly good at judging people, Wade thought.
After all, becoming a god would certainly qualify as a great achievement.
Granted…
He hadn’t even taken the first real step yet.
Unless he uncovered the secrets of the Blasphemy Card, the limits of his future accomplishments would remain fixed.
“So then, Mr.
Morea…” “Which wand will you choose?” “Can’t I have both?” Ollivander fell silent for several seconds.
“You can…” “But I wouldn’t recommend it.” “The wand chooses the wizard, and the wizard, in turn, must master the wand.” “It’s naturally easier to master one wand than two.” “For the vast majority of wizards, a single wand will serve them for many years.” “Anything two wands can accomplish, one wand can usually accomplish just as well—or even better.” I think you’re overthinking this.
I just wanted a spare.
Wade silently complained to himself.
“I’d still like to buy both.” “Very well.” “Seven Galleons each.” “Fourteen Galleons altogether.” Wade opened his pouch of gold and scooped out a handful of Galleons.
The instant his fingers came into contact with the coins, the Blasphemy Card within his mind suddenly emitted an invisible ripple.
At that very moment, understanding dawned upon him.
The condition for activating the Blasphemy Card wasn’t complicated at all.
If anything…
It was astonishingly straightforward.
Money.
More precisely— Wizarding currency.
The very Galleons he was holding.
No wonder the Blasphemy Card had remained completely dormant for the past eleven years.
Before entering the wizarding world, I never had any chance to come into contact with magical currency.
Fate’s sense of humor really isn’t funny.
He suddenly felt like nothing more than a clown.
He even suspected that if he were to consume the Sequence 8 Clown potion right now, he’d probably digest a significant portion of it instantly.
After counting out fourteen Galleons, Wade paid for both wands.
With that, he left Ollivanders carrying them both.
Walking back onto the bustling streets of Diagon Alley alongside Professor McGonagall, she smiled meaningfully at him.
“I never imagined you possessed a talent for divination.” “Professor Trelawney would likely be delighted.” “She teaches Divination at Hogwarts.” Wade feigned confusion.
“Don’t all wizards have some talent for divination?” “No.” McGonagall shook her head.
“Even within the wizarding world, genuine aptitude for divination is extremely rare.” “As for true Seers capable of making real prophecies…” “They’re rarer still.” After a brief pause, she asked, “Mr.
Morea, have you thought about which House you’d like to join?” Wade shook his head.
Hogwarts had four Houses: Gryffindor.
Hufflepuff.
Ravenclaw.
Slytherin.
Personally, he was most inclined toward Hufflepuff.
It was comparatively peaceful, free from unnecessary competition, and perfectly suited to someone who wished to develop quietly without attracting attention.
Of course, he couldn’t possibly say that aloud.
After all, today was supposedly his first day learning about the wizarding world.
How could he already know so much about Hogwarts?
McGonagall seemed to realize the same thing.
She patiently introduced each of the four Houses before casually steering the conversation toward her true objective.
“If you’re interested…” “I hope you’ll consider Gryffindor.” “I’m sure you’d make many wonderful friends there.” She had no intention of letting such a promising young wizard slip away.
Besides, Wade was an orphan.
Having friends by his side would help ease his loneliness and provide the companionship every child needed growing up.
Recognizing the subtle recruitment attempt, Wade felt a twinge of guilt.
Gryffindor?
Absolutely impossible.
Not even if my life depended on it.
That House was simply too lively.
More importantly, it would make it far too easy to become entangled with the Boy Who Lived.
And once he got dragged into that whirlwind…
Who knew when he’d find himself caught up in trouble?
“Thank you, Professor.” “I’ll give it serious thought.” Leaving the subject behind, McGonagall continued guiding him through Diagon Alley.
They purchased several sets of robes from Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions, first-year textbooks from Flourish and Blotts, and a cauldron, protective gloves, a winter cloak, a telescope, brass scales, and every other item on Hogwarts’ supply list from the various specialty shops.
After checking the list one last time, Wade confirmed that everything had been purchased.
Only one item remained.
A pet.
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