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No matter what, he still needed to buy a wand. Kyle cautiously pushed open the door and walked inside.

Diana and Chris didn't follow. They probably thought buying a wand would take a long time, so after learning that Kyle was going to Ollivander's first, they went to Gringotts instead.

...

The shop was much better than the outside. Although it still looked old and the items were placed haphazardly, at least it was cleaner.

As a clear chime rang, a white-haired head appeared behind the counter, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Good afternoon, child."

Ollivander looked at Kyle and asked inexplicably, "You came alone?"

"Yes." Kyle was puzzled, "Is there a problem?"

Ollivander shook his head, "No, of course not."

As he spoke, Kyle vaguely saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Strange, why would a customer's arrival cause disappointment?

"Probably just imagined it." Kyle shook his head, not thinking much of it.

"Alright, young wizard."

Ollivander walked out from behind the counter and asked, "So, child, can you tell me your name?"

"Kyle, Chopper," Kyle replied quickly.

"Chopper..." Ollivander paused slightly, "Then Mr. Chris is..."

"My father," Kyle said.

"Oh, of course..." Ollivander subconsciously glanced towards the door, but quickly withdrew his gaze and explained, "I mean, after all, the surname Chopper is not very common in the British wizarding world."

Confirmed, the old man was indeed disappointed.

Kyle could see it. When he just said that Chris was his father, the disappointment in Ollivander's eyes was about to overflow.

Not only that, he started mumbling, repeatedly saying willow or maybe ash. His voice was too low for Kyle to hear clearly, but he didn't care.

At this moment, Kyle's mind was filled with the thought of his wand, and he didn't have the time or energy to worry about these trivial matters.

After stating his name, Kyle took the initiative to say, "Mr. Ollivander, I'm right-handed."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms straight, making it easier for Ollivander to measure his height and arm length.

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He knew the process here very well.

After measuring, it would be time to choose a wand, which was the most time-consuming part.

There were at least eight thousand wands here. In Kyle's eyes, even Ollivander couldn't find the matching wand for a young wizard at a glance, he could only narrow down the range and try each one.

He was prepared.

And trying out wands, just like moving trash bins, was one of the things Kyle wanted to do.

However, Ollivander's next sentence left Kyle stunned.

"Oh, child, you don't need to."

After that, he didn't measure his height, nor did he ask any questions. Kyle watched in astonishment as Ollivander walked to the counter, quickly took a box from the most obvious location, opened it, and pushed it toward Kyle.

He did it all in one go, without a moment's hesitation.

"What are you waiting for? Try it out!"

Seeing that Kyle didn't move, Ollivander urged him.

"Ah? Oh, okay." Kyle came to his senses and subconsciously picked up the wand in the box.

Gray-black, smooth in appearance, with no extra patterns or accessories except for the necessary handle.

It looked quite ordinary.

Kyle held the wand. Before he could do anything, a white light burst out from the tip, filling the entire room in a blink. The originally dim and stuffy little shop was suddenly illuminated as if a skylight had been opened on the roof.

"Good, excellent."

Ollivander looked very excited. Without waiting for Kyle to ask, he said to himself, "Thirteen and a half inches, cedar wood, phoenix feather. I have to say, this is a very magical combination."

"Magical combination?" Kyle was a little puzzled.

"Yes, magical."

Ollivander looked at Kyle and explained patiently, "Cedarwood wands usually choose those who are wise and have a keen eye for detail. These wizards are naturally calm. Every decision they make is the result of careful consideration. As my father once said, you can never fool a person with a cedar wood wand. I deeply agree with that point."

"Therefore, those who have cedar wood wands often prefer the stable and loyal unicorn hair core. The phoenix feather is a bit too active.

I have made and sold thirty-six cedar wood wands in total. Thirty of them have unicorn hair cores, five have dragon heartstring cores, and the last one..."

Ollivander didn't say anything, just smiled and pointed at Kyle.

Kyle was puzzled, "But sir, didn't you say that these two materials are not suitable for matching? Why did you make it?"

"Materials are not suitable, so we don't make them? No, no, no, that's wrong. Wands choose wizards, child. Every wand, after its birth, will choose a master destined for it, just like they..."

Ollivander pointed at the mountain of wand boxes behind him, laughing, "The reason they're still here is not because they're bad, but because their time hasn't come yet. Their masters are just waiting for the Hogwarts owl."

Ollivander paused and continued, "In addition, opposite wand wood and core can perfectly exert their respective powers in the hands of a wizard. This is also the most fascinating part of wand lore.

Like the wand in your hand. Your father, Chris, tried it. Your mother, Diana, tried it too. But they were both a little off, just a little bit.

So, after learning of your birth, I've been waiting for this day. It's perfect, isn't it?"

Well... yeah.

Kyle subconsciously nodded.

The feeling of an extension of himself, the feeling he got from the wand, fascinated him. He loved this wand in his hand.

Although the process was a bit different from what he expected, the result was good. Kyle was very satisfied with his wand.

"So, child, seven Galleons."

Ollivander was even happier.

"Okay." Kyle took out the seven Galleons he had prepared and placed them on the counter.

A new student's first wand usually costs seven Galleons. This was already a very favorable price in the wizarding world, but this offer was only available to young wizards who were just starting Hogwarts.

After paying, Ollivander bowed slightly, watched Kyle leave, and then turned back to another young wizard who had just entered the shop, and the adult following behind him.

"Oh, Thomas, we meet again. Eleven inches, hawthorn..."

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