“What a willful wand… It doesn’t even listens to me, it’s creator…” Ollivander complained, but the excitement in his eyes said otherwise.
After a deep discussion, the design of the wand was decided and commissioned to be created, the matte black Ebony wood looked spectacular with engravings made from gold, which, mixed with some mithril, added to wand’s power slightly.
Though I did not care much about the power part, but the looks need to be there, when i said that to Ollivander, he just shook his head with an amused smile, both him and Professor Flitwick thought the same thing, I was just a kid being a kid.
But of course, my reasoning was different, I did not need a wand for power anyways, and my main reason for getting one was because it looked cool, like who hasn’t taken a pencil or stick and pretended it to be a wand in their childhood.
Now, if I am living my dream, I need to enjoy it fully.
I really had no schemes in mind at all, I will be there just to learn and enjoy.
In fact, I have already decided to join Gryffindor, because, why not?
Ravenclaw might be the house of the reincarnators, but solving a riddle everytime you want to enter the dormitory…
yeah, no.
And Hufflepuff…
Don’t you dare insult me by calling me a Hufflepuff!!!
Slytherin is the house of annoying young masters, and I even with all my wealth, am a muggle born, so that house is a no go.
Besides, joining Slytherin is basically the same as joining a terrorist organization.
So, Gryffindor is the best option for me, and it is not like I intend to not interact with the protagonist group in fear of breaking the plot.
So what if the plot breaks?
Things could go wrong?
Yeah answer that to my monster army.
It was not that I couldn’t pretend to be the bystander for the entire story, after all, I have been hiding up until now.
But…
it’s different, what I have been doing till now was using a brain, not hiding in cowardice.
“Oh, then should I presume that my wand is quite special?” I asked with a bright smile.
“Haha, every wand is special kid, every wand is special. There are no two same wands just as there are no two same wizards. But yes, your wand could be considered more special, since it is made from the core of an ancient dragon.” Ollivander chuckled, humoring me like a child, which, technically, I was.
“Would you like a wand holster and a wand caring kit too?” Ollivander asked, though considering that he had already bought the two out, he understood that we would definitely buy it. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
“Of course, thank you.”
“Alright, adding the price of the custom wand, the holster and caring kit, it all comes down to a total of a hundred galleons.” Ollivander said with a smile, clearly happy doing such custom orders, which heavily increased his profits.
Ollivanders’ making of wands was really a profitable business, it took him less than twenty minutes to create the wand after the materials were selected, which meant the process must not be very difficult.
So, the only thing which made this process difficult was the collecting of magical cores.
Which…
technically meant that as long as someone could, hypothetically, of course, open a phoenix poultry, Unicorn stable etc…
They could start mass producing wands and sell it a bit cheaper, completely running Ollivander out of business.
‘And technically, now that I have collected all his sample’s DNA…
I could do it, easily in fact.’
I thought, but then rejected the idea, I just copied this guy’s DNA sample, running him out of business wouldn’t be…
ethical.
‘Hahh…
I am still not capitalistic enough, I guess…’ I sighed.
Handing over the money to Ollivander, we left the shop and continued our shopping.
Of course, nothing else was particularly interesting, we just purchased the highest quality stuff we could and were done with it.
When it came to pets, I purchased a snow white owl…
and a snow white cat.
The cat had strikingly blue eyes, remarkably similar to me, which I would bring with myself, and the Owl was there because my mom liked the idea of having an Owl as a pet, and it could be used to send gifts.
Though, one could argue that a monster could do it better, but there wasn’t really a need to argue about it, was there?
“Her name will be… Star destroyer annihilation demon.” I said, holding my cat up, a genuine smile on my face.
“Isn’t that name a bit too large for such a cute little cat?” unexpectedly, it was was not my mom to remark first, the voice came from behind me. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
It was young girl, same age as me, with blonde hair, and green eyes, definitely a noble from the looks of it.
“Uhuh, isn’t it a great name?” I chuckled.
“I think just Star destroyer would be good enough.” She said with a serious face.
“No, she needs to have the term annihilation in her name, it’s very important.” I replied, as the cat of the Annihilation maker, having annihilation in her name was necessary.
“Hmm, Star Annihilator then.” She nodded.
“Sounds good.” I agreed, then once again, holding the cat up in a Simba pose, “Your name, will be… Star Annihilator.” And started chuckling.
“I am Damien, by the way. Damien Whitmore.” I introduced myself, forwarding my hand for a handshake.
She shook my hand and replied, “Daphne Greengrass. I have never heard of the Whitmore family, are you perhaps not from Britain?” she asked curiously.
Oh, so it’s the queen of fanfics herself, Daphne Greengrass, who had zero screentime, or even book time, but is somehow one of the most prominent characters in a fanfic.
Well, she looks cute, so she should become really beautiful later, I guess I can understand where the popularity stems from.
“I am from the Britain… How are you even supposed to recognize my family name, have you memorized every family name?” I asked, putting on a puzzled face.
A confused expression appeared on her face, “Are you not from a pure-blood family?”
“Better question, What is a pure blood family?” I countered.
“You’re a muggle born?” She asked surprised.
“Although I just came to know of that term, and I don’t particularly like it, but as much as I understand, yes.” I replied thoughtfully.
“Really? You look like a pure blood though…” She commented.
“And how exactly… is a non- pure blood supposed to look?” I asked amusedly.
“Well… not properly dressed, and acting like a hippie?” She answered, though her words were unsure.
“Is it the first time you have seen a rich ordinary person, I mean… Muggle. Though, if by Pure-blood, you meant Noble, then I guess we qualify for that, we do have a noble title.” I replied with a smirk.
Though, as we talked, I could see my mom watching from the side, a very peculiar smile on her face, probably having devious ideas in her head.