“All right.” The moment Garrick Ollivander spoke, the enchanted measuring tape floating around the room suddenly dropped onto the floor and curled itself into a neat little pile.
The old wandmaker turned toward Hermione Granger with bright, interested eyes.
“Miss Granger,” he said softly, “try this one.” He pulled a slender wand from a long narrow box and handed it to her carefully.
“Poplar wood with a unicorn hair core.
Eleven inches.
Quite flexible.” Hermione accepted the wand nervously.
The instant her fingers wrapped around it, she straightened slightly.
“Go on,” Ollivander encouraged.
Hermione raised the wand and gave it a cautious wave.
Whoosh!
A burst of orange flame suddenly erupted from the tip of the wand, startling everyone in the shop.
Hermione squeaked in surprise and nearly dropped it.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Granger jumped back in shock.
Meanwhile, Adam merely raised an eyebrow with amusement.
“Oh no, no, definitely not the right match,” Ollivander muttered immediately.
With astonishing speed for someone his age, he snatched the wand out of Hermione’s hand before anything else exploded.
“Let us try another.” He turned and disappeared into the endless towering shelves surrounding the cramped shop.
The interior of Ollivanders felt strangely quiet once he left.
Dust floated through the golden sunlight pouring from the narrow windows, while thousands upon thousands of wand boxes stretched upward toward the ceiling like an endless maze.
Hermione glanced around nervously.
“There are so many…” “Every wand is unique,” Adam replied calmly.
“Finding the correct one takes time.” A few moments later, Ollivander returned holding another box.
“This one,” he announced dramatically, “fourteen inches.
Vine wood with a dragon heartstring core.” He handed the wand to Hermione.
The moment she touched it, Hermione froze.
A strange warmth spread from her fingertips through her entire arm.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Slowly, she lifted the wand.
Then she traced a small circle in the air.
Fwoosh!
A brilliant red light burst from the tip of the wand.
Golden sparks exploded outward like fireworks, filling the dim shop with dazzling light.
Tiny glowing particles drifted through the air and reflected beautifully against the dusty shelves.
For a brief moment, the entire shop seemed illuminated by warm golden stars.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Granger stared in astonishment before immediately bursting into applause.
“That’s incredible!” “Hermione!” Even Hermione herself looked stunned.
The wand felt unbelievably natural in her hand.
As though it were an extension of her own body.
“It feels…” Hermione whispered softly, “like it belongs to me.” Ollivander clapped happily.
“Oh, marvelous!
Truly marvelous!” His silver eyes gleamed excitedly.
“Yes, yes, excellent compatibility.
Wonderful resonance.
Very good indeed.” He gently took the wand back and placed it carefully into its box before wrapping it in brown paper.
Then his gaze slowly shifted toward Adam.
“Now then…” Ollivander said softly.
“It is your turn, Mr.
Ambrosius.” The measuring tape on the floor suddenly sprang back to life and flew toward Adam.
Adam calmly raised his left hand.
“I’m more accustomed to using my left hand,” he explained.
“Interesting,” Ollivander murmured.
The measuring tape immediately began circling Adam from every direction.
Shoulder width.
Arm length.
Finger size.
Height.
Even the distance between his nostrils.
Hermione watched with fascination.
“Why does he need all those measurements just to buy a wand?” “Every detail matters,” Ollivander replied while walking toward the shelves again.
“The wand chooses the wizard, Miss Granger.” A few minutes later, he returned carrying five long boxes stacked in his arms.
“Let us begin.” He opened the first box carefully.
“Fir wood with phoenix feather.
Twelve inches.” Adam accepted the wand.
The instant he flicked it lightly— A soft silver-white glow bloomed from the tip.
The light was warm and steady, neither harsh nor blinding.
Hermione’s face brightened immediately.
“Wow!
Adam, you found your wand on the first try!” But to everyone’s surprise, Adam slowly shook his head.
“No,” he said calmly.
“This wand doesn’t suit me.” Hermione blinked.
“But it reacted perfectly!” “That’s true,” Adam admitted, “but I can feel resistance.” Although the wand responded smoothly, Adam sensed an invisible barrier between himself and the wand.
It felt… forced.
As though the wand was desperately trying to accommodate him.
At that moment, the silver light at the tip suddenly grew brighter.
Almost like it was attempting to prove itself.
Ollivander’s eyes sharpened instantly.
“Oh…” A strange light appeared in his gaze.
“How fascinating.” He carefully observed the wand before gently taking it back from Adam.
“You are correct, Mr.
Ambrosius,” he said quietly.
“This wand is trying to suppress its own nature in order to match you.” Hermione stared blankly.
“What does that mean?” “It means,” Ollivander explained slowly, “the wand wishes to be chosen so badly that it is concealing its incompatibilities.” Even as he spoke, astonishment remained visible on his face.
In all his decades of crafting and selling wands, he had never encountered such a bizarre phenomenon before.
Wands choosing wizards was common.
But wands competing for a wizard’s approval?
That was entirely different.
“How extraordinary…” Ollivander muttered.
Adam remained calm outwardly, though inwardly he was slightly surprised.
It was likely connected to his terrifying SSS-Rank White Magic Affinity.
His magical power naturally attracted wands.
“Let us try another,” Ollivander said quickly.
He handed Adam a second wand.
The instant Adam’s fingers touched it— Flash!
The wand tip lit up immediately.
Before Adam could even move it, Ollivander grabbed it back.
“No, no, not this one either.” He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully while studying Adam more carefully.
For the first time, even Professor Minerva McGonagall began observing Adam with a strange expression.
She, too, had sensed that something unusual was happening.
Wands reacting this strongly was highly uncommon.
Especially repeatedly.
Meanwhile, Hermione leaned closer and whispered quietly, “Adam… what exactly is going on?” Adam smiled faintly.
“I’m probably just a picky customer.” Hermione clearly didn’t believe that explanation, but she wisely chose not to ask further.
Ollivander, meanwhile, had already disappeared back into the endless shelves once more.
The old wandmaker muttered continuously to himself while searching.
“Interesting… very interesting…” “Extraordinary magical affinity…” “Strong compatibility…” “No… not that…” “Perhaps… yes… maybe…” Several minutes passed.
Finally, Ollivander returned carrying a single black wand box.
Unlike before, his expression had become unusually serious.
“Try this one.” Adam accepted the wand slowly.
The moment his fingers wrapped around it— His eyes narrowed slightly.
This time, there was no resistance.
No invisible barrier.
Instead, an incredibly smooth warmth flowed through him naturally.
It began from his chest, traveled through his arm, and entered the wand like flowing water.
A gentle golden-white light emerged from the wand tip.
Warm.
Pure.
Comforting.
The surrounding air itself seemed to soften slightly.
Hermione unconsciously held her breath.
Even Professor McGonagall’s eyes flickered with surprise.
Ollivander smiled immediately.
“It seems my instincts remain sharp after all.” He looked genuinely pleased.
“Beech wood,” he explained proudly, “with a phoenix feather core.
Fourteen and a quarter inches.” “The perfect wand for you, Mr.
Ambrosius.” Adam lowered his gaze toward the wand in his hand.
Beech wood.
He remembered reading about it before.
Beech wands were highly selective.
They favored intelligent and open-minded wizards while rejecting those who were narrow-minded or intolerant.
They were elegant wands known for subtlety, creativity, and refinement.
And phoenix feather cores— Rare.
Powerful.
Capable of incredible magic.
Adam smiled faintly.
“I like this wand very much.” Instead of returning it to the box, he simply held onto it naturally.
The wand felt completely comfortable in his hand.
As though it had always belonged there.
Hermione grinned happily.
“Looks like you finally found the perfect one.” “Or perhaps,” Adam replied lightly, “the wand finally found me.” Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically.
“That sounded way too cool.” Adam chuckled softly.
Soon afterward, both Adam and Hermione paid seven Galleons each for their wands.
As they prepared to leave, Ollivander personally escorted them to the shop entrance.
The old wandmaker bowed politely.
“May your wands serve you faithfully.” “Thank you,” Adam replied.
As the group walked away into Diagon Alley, Ollivander remained standing at the doorway.
“Ambrosius…” He frowned thoughtfully.
“Ambrosius… Ambrosius…” The surname felt strangely familiar.
As though he had encountered it somewhere long ago.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember where.
“Am I truly getting old?” he muttered to himself.
“I’ll have to check the family records later.” With that, Ollivander slowly returned inside his shop.
Meanwhile, Adam and Hermione continued purchasing the remainder of their school supplies.
Potion ingredients.
Parchment.
Ink bottles.
Telescopes.
Scales.
Cauldrons.
By the time everything was finished, the sky had already begun turning orange with evening light.
The group returned once more to Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions to collect their completed school uniforms.
Afterward, they stood outside the shop entrance.
“Well,” Hermione said with a smile, “I guess I’ll see you at Hogwarts.” “I’ll see you there,” Adam replied.
The two exchanged farewells before parting ways.
Moments later, Lance placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder.
Crack!
The world twisted instantly.
When Adam opened his eyes again, he had already returned to Garden Spire.
Inside the mansion, Ecter was busy cleaning the hall while humming cheerfully to himself.
“Young Master!
You’re back!” “Yes,” Adam replied while holding up his new wand slightly.
Ecter’s eyes widened immediately.
“You got your wand!” “Mm.” A rare smile appeared on Adam’s face.
“Call me when dinner is ready.” After saying that, Adam headed upstairs alone.
At the very top of Garden Spire was a quiet circular chamber.
Long ago, it had belonged to the first head of the Ambrosius family.
Originally, it served as a room for meditation, prophecy, and observing the stars.
However, as fewer descendants inherited talent for stargazing or prophecy, the room gradually became reserved exclusively for the head of the family.
And now— Adam Ambrosius was the current head of the Ambrosius family.
The large room was silent and empty except for shelves of ancient books and enormous windows overlooking the distant night sky.
Adam slowly raised his wand.
Warm golden light reflected in his silver eyes.
At last— He finally possessed a wand that truly belonged to him.
Give me more motivation!